#violentdesires

location :  edge of the faerie realm / the barrier to new york .

LACK OF SLEEP ,  paranoia ,  and annoyance do not a great combination make .  the flimsy barrier between the fae realm and the city is  ...  not worrying her per se ,  but darcy has gone to examine the wards more than once .  it’s almost become a ritual in the last few weeks ;  and while she’s at it ,  she’s started to venture to the other side a few times as well .  they’re short trips ,  usually under glamour ,  but since she’s been fine so far and hasn’t noticed anything  off ,  she’s reasonably sure no one knows she’s there .  ( no matter how much her dreams tell her otherwise . )  it makes her more confident in her presence in the mundane realm ,  and she intends to expand her research there ,  as much as she can .  or rather ,  if she  could ,  because apparently the columbia’s library is  invitation only .  ugh .  the librarian’s words ring in her ears :  “ ma’am ,  we can sign you in no problem with a valid  id — ”  and she huffs ,  getting riled up all over again ,  but suppresses further exclamations to go through her contacts instead .  leo would ask what’s wrong with her id ,  and she can’t really tell him  why  she refuses to go on record anywhere ,  can she now ?  ( she probably should .  fuck . )  astra wouldn’t ask ,  but she’d know  something ,  in her infinite wisdom ,  and she’d  worry ,  and that’s almost worse . darcy could call in a favor with julie ,  probably ,  but  —  hmm .  the next name on the list makes her reconsider .  kaelie  did  say she could call if she ever needed help of the  ‘ dealing with douches ’  variety ,  and ,  well .  in darcy’s opinion ,  gatekeeping , snooping academics certainly qualified .  so ,   after just a moment’s hesitation ,  she taps kaelie’s name on her phone .  when the call is picked up ,  the witch opens simply with :  “ hey ,  out of curiosity ,  what’s you stance on breaking and entering ? ”

location :  medici mansion

THE RAGE BOILING INSIDE HER  eradicates everything else ;  she’s still  settling  in her new form ,  and the nervous energy that produces has her flit around the warehouse uselessly for a few minutes ,  trying desperately to find someplace  ( some  one )  to unload .  there’s nothing there ,  however  —  a sign that  more people  must have been involved in this attack than she’d initially assumed .  fists curl  ( useless ) ,  teeth bare  ( useless ) ,  her new vessel’s skin is marked by dark veins from her strain  ( thrice-damned ,  hell-forsaken  useless ) .

          — as useless as her anger ,  directionless as it is .  at the moment .

IT  takes the demon several minutes  ( and steadying breaths )  to calm her mind and formulate a plan .  once she is able to  focus  again ,  her thoughts immediately go to her brother ;  it’s not praying per se ,  but close enough to  signal her emotions ,  if not concrete information .  it’s the most forewarning she is able to give right then ,  but camilla can’t even begin to contemplate his reaction ,  still too caught up in dealing with her own .  in one ,  two ,  three steps of teleportation ,  the demon makes it to the fae realm and the medici mansion ,  almost barreling into cosimo right upon arrival .  camilla doesn’t even try to hide her state ;  let’s him see her fury ,  her vengefulness ,  her  true nature  bleeding through every crevice in her being  ( and that of the person she occupies ) .  her worry as well .  ( her  fear . )

location :  hell .

THEY WEAVE THROUGH  the corridors of this twisted place like smoke through a valley ,  consciousness spreading so thin ,  they almost feel their corporeal form dissolving .  always  alert ,  alert ,  alert  in a space like this ;  they never liked it much .  can’t for the  life  of them understand why zion would have taken it on .  but he  has ,  and morgan tends to step in accord with his friend ;  he’ll share his reasoning soon enough ,  or maybe he won’t .  they are curious ,  but it doesn’t matter either way  —  if this is the choice ,  they will support it .  ( ... preferably from top-side ,  though . )  what’s weighing on them more is the current state of reality ,  fragile as it seems after all the pulling and pushing around by various kinds of magic .  that ,  now ,  that  concerns them quite a bit more ,  and so it is  that  which their inquiry targets once they finally find the new ruler of hell .  “ glad as i am to see you  rising from the chaos ,  i  have  to ask  —  just what happened during my absence ?  i know it hasn’t exactly been short but  ...  events like this seem more like a  centurial  sort of development . ”

THE SPELL HAS BEEN LEADING HER ASTRAY  all evening ;  and though the party had seemed like a good cover initially ,  it was starting to grate on her .  the frustration darcy is feeling is only amplified by the drunken screams and ramblings around her ,  and she wishes for nothing more than to crawl back to her cottage and sleep for a week .  ( she won’t ,  though  —  this is  important .  and the only good day to do it ,  so she’ll have to  get a grip . )  all of her internal  ‘ motivation ’  is useless in the face of her exhaustion ,  though  —  just because the spell is  failing  doesn’t mean it’s not drawing energy like crazy ,  an her surroundings aren’t helping any when she has to further focus on not simply  cursing  any idiot crossing her way .  she’s on the  brink of it  when she’s pushed ,  then stumbles in an effort to avoid a chain reaction ,  then just  barely  manages not to land in someone’s lap as she trips and almost falls .  it’s not a very graceful motion ,  but she avoids the woman on the bar stool by an inch and lands on the one next to her instead .  darcy’s head hits the bar a little more forcefully than intended ,  and she stifles a sigh .  the witch knows she should apologize ,  but her quota on  that  is reserved for  someone else  tonight .  so instead ,  she gives very cheery and elaborate :  “ ugh . ”

WHEN  ?  wednesday  ,  high  afternoon  .

WHERE  ?  medici  residence  (  faerie  )  .

WHO  ?  cosimo  de’  medici  !

FELT  LIKE  IT’D  BEEN  A  SPELL  .  .  .  since  last  they’d  seen  their  brother  and  his  children  .  unacceptable  .  the  majority  of  their  time  spent  in  new  york  after  the  attack  on  faerie  ───  and  it  wasn’t  because  they  were  afraid  or  reluctant  to  return  but  rather  they’d  found  a  new  home  .  they’d  met  up  with  one  medici  child  :  aurora  in  the  mystical  realm  ,  but  were  curious  about  isabella  and  liam  .  .  .  not  to  mention  they  were  missing  the  hell  out  of  their  brother  .  

they  rang  the  gate  ───  and  it  wasn’t  like  cosimo  couldn’t  sense  them  ,  just  as  they  couldn’t  he  .  but  manners  .  the  seraph  flew  around  to  an  outdoor  seating  area  and  made  themselves  comfortable  in  the  home’s  backyard  ,  careful  not  to  offend  any  charms  on  the  protected  family  .  the  medici  residence  was  certainly  more  elegant  than  a  new  york  city  apartment  .  then  again  ,  faerie  in  its  entirety  couldn’t  be  compared  .

❛❛ are you doing okay ? ❜❜ this isn’t the first time they’ve asked, just the first time since entering the ball ▬▬▬ and the need to know has been a constant; they’ve held back before, even, for his sake. comfortable by @violentdesires, but comfort is not the only reason they’ve been staying near. pinnikolai faces him across a table on the edges as various pour out from the dance floor to fill up the surrounding once the applause had ceased and the song had come to an end, but holy hues don’t leave the other celestial. ❛❛ i do not just mean being here, brother, i mean [ ... ] in general ▬ how is everything ? ❜❜