and saints

     &&&. i am trying to make a new blog but i have been waiting for tumble to let me use javascript D:

     &&&. sunshine exquisitely crafted into the form of a woman, her very bones the warmth of a spring afternoon, and her mannerisms a kaleidoscope of refracted light. all of that contained in a delicate skin of the softest petals. a rose that had bloomed so prettily, so vibrantly in these last months. since her last remaining bud had blown so tremulously into archers hand.

“I want to bring back my son, you’re the one with the desire to make Death suffer, who wants to ‘enjoy seeing him bow’”

Lilith gave a roll of the eyes as she quoted back the woman’s own words. Emotional attachment, affection, wasn’t the exclusivity of ‘humanness’ as Rowena called it, but there did seem to be a particular brand of…idiotic arrogance that only humans ever suffered. It was enough to cause Lilith to desire to distance herself from her own more human origins even further.

“Death didn’t take my son,” She continued, “He died because it was the lesser of two evils; his death was a way to avoid a suffering that I knew would be worse than any demise imaginable,” He had been better off dead than raised by his Father, being made ‘worthy’ in the same way Lucifer had made her. No, she had suffered that fate herself; she wouldn’t let her son suffer it too. “Death spared him a crueller fate” But it hadn’t stopped her regretting it, wanting to take it all back. She had planned for them both to die, but left alone in the world, cursed with immortality, she had almost gone mad without him. “Now the threat has passed, defeated, I want Adam back. I have no intention of making an enemy of Death in the process" 

And she couldn’t entirely trust Rowena not to be the…unpredictable factor to cause that to happen. The witch liked power, yes, but she was still young by Lilith’s standards and therefore prone to…ill-thought-out impulses

“If you’re not the one to help me, I’ll find another way. I always do,” 

The difference was that, this time, there was a time limit; she didn’t exactly have the luxury of her usual careful pace. “Willingly answers their summons?” She repeated, “…Or forcibly?”

     &&&. silence coils tightly between them, like the spring in the barrel of a gun. the witch falling into stillness, like a bullet into a chamber. feline had been the comparison she had worn so effortlessly since her youth; never quite without motion, her claws always kneading into something soft and shredded. this quietness of disposition is not her usual fare, and whispers of what made her truly dangerous. oh her impulsivity had certainly garnered a reputation, but she had maintained it by laying plans hundreds of years in the making.

     &&&. “then find another way.” answer comes eventually in a tone with unnerving cadence, tripping like a quickstep. not unfamiliar from rowena, but unsuited to the circumstance. “your son was spared a crueller fate, while mine met his. and so did i, dear. so of course seeing death bow seems a rather delicious piece of collateral. i had thought our interests might align, but it appears i was mistaken.” pause, gaze flickers to lilith, and then away once more. a dismissal, though she makes no move to leave. “if i’m not the one to help you, i’m sure you’ll have no concerns finding another willing participant.”

It sounds as if these beasts were looking for someone in specific, used to hunt down someone by some unseen force. Magic, perhaps. For what else can control a beast like that? Whoever this magic user is, they do not know what they are messing with. Controlling beasts is a slippery slope. As soon as the creatures have completed their task, they will turn, and they will care whoever dared to control them.

The smell of blood that comes from her isn’t too strong which tells Geralt the only injury is the gash on her head. If they wanted to, they could have hurt her far worse, which means she’s right - they did not find what they were looking for. “Did you see what they looked like, at least?”

     &&&. “your concern is overwhelming, darlin.” delicate fingers finish cleaning the wound and apply a salve while she recalls the events that had transpired. head cants and eyes close while she places herself back in that field, hands twitching lightly to imitate movements. a moment lapses, before she turns back to the witcher, rises and sits closer. helps herself to the flaggon of whatever it happens to be on the table.

     &&&. in short - haemomancy. 

     &&&. in long - vampires who are fully fed, or close to it, can control the blood in their bodies. they can do this to make a heart beat, or to...inspire other things that are activated by blood. so yep, vampires can control their own hard-ons

     &&&. this haemomancy manifests and impacts other thing, such as providing extra control over anyone they may have eaten and left alive, or turned. it becomes stronger if they happen to have consumed any kind of magical blood, which is also addictive. it increases their regenerative abilities, and general strength. things like that.