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“This is unacceptable.”

If it were any other voice, Rowan would have paid it no mind. Firstly, because she didn't have enough mind to pay at that moment; second, Rowan Cairns had always been unacceptable and the world paid no kindness to things like her.

She was not Adelaide Scott; the voice railing at her was.

“It's one thing for you never to attend classes — you've never cared enough about any of this — but you don't get to ruin this for me. Are you even listening, Cairns?”

Rowan cut in, “I must not be listening well enough, because I think I heard you tell me what I do and don't get to do.”

Her voice sounded devoid of any supposed anger, even to her own ears. She wanted to blame Adelaide, claim she'd pillaged the room of all disdain and haughtiness with none left for Rowan, but that wasn't quite true. Adelaide had always burned brighter, but that was not why Rowan couldn't bring herself to glimmer most days. If anything, Adelaide was the reason life still smoldered somewhere in her bones. She was the sun to Rowan's barren rock, forever stuck in a distant orbit.

—ROWAN CAIRNS' POV

[Keepers Call a Lightning]

THE ALDWICK COVEN — WIL HALLOWAY, SPIRIT

The way I made friends was the way shy little girls entered the pool. They stood on the top step in the shallow end, and then took another, and another, until they were standing three feet deep. This was like being pushed into the deep end.

tw: hanging

an excerpt from aldwick academy! mara approaches wil to ask her to join the coven !! definitely needs some editing & fleshing out but a good start to an important scene!

would you guys like to see a wip intro for mara soon?

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NAME: Theodore “Theo” Caldwell | ELEMENT: Air

AGE: 17 | LOCATION: aldwick academy

WANTS: to do the right thing

LOVES: books, whiskey, old movies

HATES: being wrong, loud noises

SPECIAL SKILLS: getting what he wants with charm & manners, immune to lung damage from smoking

Theo is one of the founding members of the Aldwick Coven, representing the element of air. Theo likes to do magic by the book—especially once they have the grimoire of the original Aldwick Coven. He is unfailingly polite and can weaponize his charm to get what he wants, often keeping the coven out of trouble.

EXCERPT:

She stopped short as the classroom door opened. A slight breeze wafted in from the hallway, cooler than the body-filled classroom, regardless how high the ceilings were. A tall boy walked in, his button-down uniform shirt nearly as tight as Lana’s had been. He walked as though he were campaigning for something, though I had no idea what. 

“Terribly sorry,” he said, scanning the classroom for an open seat, then turning to smile at her. 

“Mr. Caldwell,” Mrs. Sawyer said. “So lovely of you to join us…” She glanced at the clock beside the door. “What is it now, twenty minutes late?” Her tone was hard to interpret—like she meant to be stern, but each word was cloaked in fondness. 

ALTHEA JORDAN (Something Wicked)

Althea is one of the witches in what previously was Cameron's mom's coven.

Her gift is psychometry

But since she won't use it, her other specialty is herbal magic

She discovered her powers when she came into her parents' bedroom as a kid. Touching the headboard, she saw her dad with another woman.

When Althea told her mom, she was brought to a psychologist.

It was Cameron's mom, Prue, that saved her from years and years of people telling her she didn't actually see anything. Prue told Althea's mom that she had a natural remedy for her, and she told Althea what to say to adults. Prue took her under her protective wing, so now Althea is hellbent on finding her before it's too late.

She has an half sister, born from her dad's affair. The two of them hang out sometimes. Althea resents her dad for what he did, but her sister - she discovered - is actually a nice person, and has no fault in that.

Given that Althea sensed the demon when she touched the burnt mark it left at Prue's house, she is the only one who can truly track it.

Althea dresses in mixed styles; she likes leather booths and jackets, and she wears her crystals and her necklaces at the same time. Sometimes she dresses more simply, sometimes she likes to imitate what a witch should look like

She's the grumpy part of the group.

I got tagged by @unfortunatelyunfocused and @thewalkingnerdx, thank you two very much! Here is a snippet line from Invincible. Jeanne calls Ahn one evening and they… call a truce? I cut the spoiler out though.

“I can’t sleep, Ahn”, she said, her voice too high pitched. Ahn didn’t know what to say but the sadness in the other’s voice tore at her heart. Evil? Jeanne? Crying Jeanne?

 “I am so sorry I shouldn’t bother you, I am sorry”, the muffled voice appeared in the phone again.

 “No, no it’s okay. I am here for you”, Ahn replied out of reflex and as she spoke her own voice was cracking too. Mira took her hand, patiently waiting until she would tell her what happened. “Why can’t you sleep?”, she asked quietly and ignored the irritated looks on Mira and Eymen’s face.

 “I – I am afraid.” A sob. “Are you really believing me now? […]” Her voice was shaking so bad, the beeping hospital machines in the background went a little faster now. “I am so afraid he will look for me.” A gasp. “I am so scared, Ahn. And I am so sorry.”

Ahn couldn’t help herself anymore and now tears were running down her face as well.

 “I am sorry too, Jeanne”, she cried into her phone and took a deep breath. “Let’s work together then yes? Please let’s just focus on this one thing.”

 “Yes. But I still will never forgive you”, Jeanne sobbed. Ahn started to laugh out loud over her own tears.

 “That’s fine, I will never forgive you either.”

Characters of Born to the Sea: Laudan Calieri (PoV Character)

“Show no mercy.” [Heressian Code]  

COMMANDER. HERESSIAN NOBLE. HERO. TRAITOR.

❖ He lived a lie forcing him to embody everything he hated.

❖ If there was a hell, it was here. If there was a monster it was them. The Heressia took no prisoners. They wiped their enemies from the face of the world.

❖ They made him a commander. There was no greater honour. To refuse the title would be an unforgivable weakness. He took up the sword and faced Athos. For a moment it was as if he looked at an older version of himself. No, he would never be like his father.

❖ He had never believed in love, never allowed himself to feel it. But now, in these days when he was free, truly free, when he was merely Laudan, something awakened in him. Something he was too afraid to name, because it could not exist once he was Lord Calieri again.

Born to the Sea explores a dark, twisted fate between lovers and a truth so harsh, that it might have been better if it didn’t come to light.

[Wip Tag | Caliyan | Laudan | Vaelen] 

Cora Riverheart. 21; water mage; reckless and ruthless; makes running on fumes an art form; bleeding heart meets impeccable control on emotions; seas, smirks, satisfaction of a job well done.

Torrance Cromwell. 23; fire mage; loyal and fierce; sarcasm and stoic exterior hiding a soft lad; temper runs hot and quick, and without any outward warning; hearth, warm-skinned touches, steel will.

Xueqin Zhao. 22; light mage; patient puppetteer; a force of nature that can never be seen coming; just wants everyone to have a good time; history and boardgames nerd who hates to lose; sunlight, sleight of hand, silly laughter.

James Riverheart. 23; broken heart buried inside bent bones; drug addiction and perfect etiquette; aimless wandering to prove worth; jumping through every hoop to please others; gold dust, empty rooms, hatred.

Rylan Brownjay. 21; wind mage; raging and relentless; lost lad trying to save the world; pockets full of daggers and emotions; uses wild creativity only for killing, doesn’t know any other way; high winds, ink-stained fingers, stubborn curls.

Sabina Brownjay. 20; earth mage; snapping teeth and shredding arrows; bitter to the point of no return; vivid imagination and avid talker; meticulous worker and faithful follower; second-in-command whose every breath is for the cause; swaying hair, sharp eyes, light at the end of the tunnel.

Ingram Valenlace. 32; vast plans and wicked heart; ego that could devour the world; jilted ex-general, still hungry for power; unparalleled orator and diligent strategist; conspiracies, back alleys, sweeping pieces off the game board.

Monira Fardin. 23; earth mage; consuming greed and careless selfishness; feet firmly in the ground and sight set on the stars; haughtiness sharper than a double-headed spear; glittering jewellery, domineering braids, voided heart.

Klaus. 22; cunning diplomat and crafty healer; bouyant spirit and charm as far as the eye can see; strong morality and desperate measures; guilt-fuelled late nights to change the world; heavy heads, random kindness, sheepish smiles.

Jürgen. 89; light mage; grieving blood and petrified bones; legacy, legacy, legacy; stalemates achieved with stained hands; tightrope between empire and ruin; kill many to save one, save your son; mass graves, youthful laughter, impossible decisions.

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