#wickedlvly

WHEN  ?  saturday  ,  morning  .

WHERE  ?  the  alley  café  (  faerie  )  .

WHO  ?  violet  rhodes  !

A  BIT  BUSY  THIS  MORNING  IN  THE  REALM’S  CAFÉ  .  .  .  and  they  didn’t  mind  it  all  that  much  .  reminded  them  of  new  york  and  it  was  nice  to  see  this  side  of  faerie  bustling  after  the  attack  .  it’d  been  a  spell  since  they’d  seen  faerie  at  all  ───  and  there  were  things  about  the  realm  they  were  missing  dearly  ,  but  most  of  all  it  was  the  ones  who  still  resided  within  it  .  violet  was  one  of  them  .  their  fondness  of  her  was  instantaneous  and  if  they  had  the  chance  to  spend  time  with  her  now  ,  they  were  beyond  overjoyed  .

they  weren’t  much  of  a  coffee  drinker  ───  or  drinker  in  general  ,  but  as  they  could  recall  most  other  species  were  .  they’d  found  themselves  lost  in  line  in  the  crowd  and  there  had  to  be  a  mix-up  because  before  they’d  even  ordered  they  were  handed  something  big  and  foamy  .  sure  ,  they  tried  to  send  it  back  ,  it  wasn’t  theirs  ,  but  at  this  point  it  was  causing  more  damage  ,  so  they  made  their  way  back  over  to  violet  .  ❛  the  barista  gave  me  a  .  .  .    white  chocolate  mocha    ,  do  you  want  it  ?  ❜  they  asked  ,  setting  the  drink  down  .

📀 — watching scary movies !

IT BRINGS HER ALMOST childlike glee to watch horror movies — any horror movie . ghosts , monsters , and plain old humanity , who are by and large the best case study of horrific behaviors , feel like a nice and inspiring docudrama sometimes . not only is she cackling like an old hag when some awful college students get encased in wax , or lost in the woods , or cursed , hunted , hacked to bits ; she thoroughly enjoys the stupidity of it all — and has a running commentary for it , too . ( aurora wanted a ' movie night ' with her — she should have guessed her aunt would talk , because that's what she does . ) it might take away from the scary atmosphere , but by camilla's own estimate , at least it's entertaining . " i mean really ! if the call's coming from inside the house ... " her incredulous tone is emphasized by expressive gesturing ; the wine sloshes in her glass as she waves her arms . " kids these days , no common sense ! hells , at least you know better . " a sudden frown , strict expectation directed at aurora next to her . " you do know better . " ( it's not a question . )

pik didn’t know any other species could feel this way about where they came from. with how much time it’d spent watching humans, one would think ( at the very least ) it would know that the humans could, but [ . . . ] it didn’t.

ah, yet another thing the two seem to have in common: wouldn’t trade having been pulled into faerie for the world. admittedly, pik wasn’t thrilled when they’d first found themself in the fae realm with no real, immediate explanation, but that changed the moment that they discovered loved ones were here. if things hadn’t happened the way that they had [ . . . ] they might never have found cosimo or darcy ▬▬▬ might never have seen their brother’s children again or have even met violet. these facts would unsettle them [ . . . ] were they one to ponder over unsettling facts.

brows shoot up as her laugh brings the corners of their mouth to curve. smiling eyes follow her affectionately, and pik expels a soft chuckle of their own, but shakes their head, and looks at her sincerely.

❛ ❛ but you are ▬ really. ❜ ❜

she’d been through hell, and she was kind [ . . . ] how could one not be inspired ?

they certainly were.

a subtle lift of their brows, small befuddled smile. her mention of the wander woods has the angel nodding to themself, but now they’re curious about how she did in them. won’t be asking, though, because that would just be rude. ask it how its time went, and it’ll calmly and quietly walk in the other direction. doesn’t sound like she had too bad a time ? but that doesn’t mean she didn’t, so [ . . . ] for most, it sucked. or they couldn’t answer because they were dead. makes sense that she’s curious. okay to be curious. speaks to them. curiosity is why it’s familiar with most parts of the realm ( but be wary of this one’s encouragement, it’s not known to stop ). the unseelie lands were nice, actually. better than the wander woods, by far [ . . . ] just had to make sure it remembered to dim its light, is all.

❛ ❛ well [ . . . ] i suppose it is ▬ dangerous. ❜ ❜

pik can feel the wall that cosimo had built up around himself ▬▬▬ the barrier between them. what’s worse ? they’ve felt this wall before, but cannot recall being on this side of it. they don’t fault him for this; knew this was how it was going to be going in. were the seraph in their right mind, they wouldn’t have waited until tonight to see or speak with their brother. would’ve, in fact, called to cosimo the very instant that they could [ . . . ] but they’re not in their right mind. they haven’t been for months.

they’re in shock.

the drink is accepted absent-mindedly as unblinking eyes stay up on the night sky. transfixed, it seems [ . . . ] until fingers are felt entangling with their own ▬▬▬ and again, they’ve violet to thank for pulling them out of their own damn head and back into the moment. that out-of-place smile drops and so does their attention, down to their hand as it shakes lightly against hers. it takes a second for fingers to regain dexterity to return the gesture, but [ . . . ] they do. surprises them, too, that they do.

a small pained smile threatens their features at the couple’s initial reaction to the mere idea of the angel returning to heaven. made sense. it’s why it hurt. their head, however, continues to hang, more interested in where violet’s connecting them all than anything else. it’s true: cosimo and pinnikolai’s loyalties do differ. not only is the seraph still connected to heaven, but [ . . . ] they want to be. in heaven, however, or even in god, is not where their loyalties lie. not truly.

anyone looking close enough could see where they do.

dark browns gravitate toward cosimo for the briefest of seconds, finally attempting to meet his gaze after minutes of looking anywhere but before looking for violet’s. they shoot down to the ground again a beat after, slightly amused, softly shaking their head. ❛ ❛ no. not heaven. ❜ ❜ now, pik wasn’t one to so openly denounce or approve of the denouncing of god ( no matter how in the right ), but they [ . . . ] didn’t even think to disapprove of the pair’s comments tonight ▬▬▬ were smirking slightly, even !

❛ ❛ i could not be down here nor in the fae realm. i still should not be- should only be in one realm [ . . . ] af- after ▬ what i did to them. ❜ ❜

their grip on both the drink and violet’s hand gradually begins to tighten. the small amount of added pressure effortlessly shatters the glass in one hand, but they don’t so much as flinch, only staring down vacantly as their other hand, still entwined with violet’s, continues to tighten.

SHE’S HAVING A GRAND OL’  TIME  with the party  —  there’s a nervous energy all around them ,  and people are just starting to get into the  swing  of it when inebriation hits the singing - brawling - jumping on the tables - stage .  people are starting to  loose their heads ,  which is when the fun  really  starts ;  scared mundanes do make for good entertainment ,  and really  —  it’s  halloween .  they shouldn’t have left the safety of their homes tonight if they didn’t want to get a good  fright .  an opportunity quite literally falls into her lap ,  in the form of a  ‘ nurse ’  just the right side of tipsy almost spilling her drink as she  happens  to stumble across the demons crossed legs where she sits on a table .  the girl is being pulled along by what is presumably her boyfriend ,  but as she turns to apologize ,  camilla gives her a  smile  —  and a glimpse of what’s underneath her pretty blonde  costume .  the resulting scream barely penetrates the beating music ,  but as the demon throws her head back in laughter ,  she notices that  someone  does seem to pay attention .  she  winks  at the shadowhunter ,  the hint of her true face once again suppressed as you’re wont to do  in  ‘ polite company , ’  then raises an eyebrow in challenge .  “ problem? ”

🙌 :  MANNERISMS THAT YOUR MUSE HAS WHEN THEY’RE EXTREMELY HAPPY ?

she becomes almost a little  BOUNCY  when she’s  truly  happy  ---  the joyous energy around her becomes almost tangible as her magic slips her control just  a little .  she  GRINS  more brightly than usual  ( it even reaches her eyes ) ,  jokes around more freely  ( and nicely )  and  MOVES  her hands a lot, gesturing freely. excitement is perhaps the  easiest  emotion to read on her.

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😔 :   IS YOUR MUSE INSECURE ?

it really depends on the  cause ;  about her skills or looks?  NO .  her past, though she likes to keep  quiet  about it for a variety of reasons, is nothing to be ashamed of in her eyes. even in the face of beings with more wisdom, abilities, and experience, she feels perhaps  envious ,  but not  insecure .  ( but about her  position  in other people’s lives? that’d have to be a  yes . )