Xander's Cross, Oregon: a small town ringed with forbidding mountains and misty forest. The sky may be gray, but the townspeople are welcoming to people of all kinds...and things that are not quite human as well. Here the native shifters, aliens, werewolves, and witches live in peace. They have yet to find out the new business owners encroaching on the land are also vampires.
The peace has been broken by murder, however, and things in Xander's Cross are about to become quite a bit darker.
Welcome to your new home.
is it better to out-monster the monster or to be quietly devoured?
August 20, 2020
The mayor, Rowan Starkwood, was found dead less than a mile from his home. Rumors say his body was mutilated, but the state of the body has not yet been released to the public.
Post by Andie Grey on Aug 25, 2020 23:59:00 GMT -5
"I know, but I can't kill any more innocent people. I won't.....I love you, Andie." Andie was shoved from the dream like she normally was, but this time...after two days of feeling like she was forgetting something, of forgetting something important, this time...She remembered. She bolted up in bed, her eyes wide as her chest rose and fell with her labored breathing. she was covered in a sheer line of thin sweat. "Isolde-" She gasped into the dark room. She looked over at the alarm clock to see it it was very much still late, but the dream was crashing into her mind. Remembering what her sister had said. He was making her kill people. Her sweet, innocent (though she now no longer was) sister. Among other things. David Thornton truley was a monster. Isolde and little Eddie needed her. Needed them. The family that really loved and cared about them.
Andie's hands raked through her hair as she sat in bed, gasping for air. Sol had been trying to reach her for weeks. Trying to get her to remember, to get her to realize she was asking for help. She placed a hand over the necklace her sister had given her. The stone was hot against her chest, almost uncomfortably warm. Her hand tightened around it, and she started to frantically get out of bed. The sheets tangled in her legs and she ended up falling over the edge in a tangle, but she didn't care. She had to reach Isolde, no- she needed to start the protection spell for her. She needed to start the spell that would help prevent her and Eddie from being followed.
Andie struggled with the sheet, not realizing that she may or may not have woken Conor up. She could feel bad about it later, now was an emergency. Finally kicking the rest of the sheets off, she picked herself up off the floor and hurried to the bedroom door. Grabbing her bathrobe as she yanked it open, she slid it across her shoulders and didn't bother tying the sash as she hurried to the stairs. Practically running down, while she tried to stay quiet enough not to wake the children. Once at the base of the stairs, she turned and ran to the basement door, pulling it open while she was already speaking some incantations as she hurried down into it. The basement had been converted into her office for work, but it also was where she kept the majority of her other work. Candles flickered on as soon as she was half way down the stairs, and as she reached the bottom she began to roll up the large rug she kept on the basement floor. It not only kept some of the chill out, but also hid her witches circle. The basement was filled with a warm glow from the candles, but Andie didn't feel warm, or cozy like she normally did when she came down here.
She felt cold, and dread, and anxious, and a franticness to do something. To help her sister. Her hands were shaking as she pushed the rug the rest of the way. One of them curled into a fist and she slammed it down onto the rolled rug in her sudden anger towards her father. This wasn't what Andie had wanted for Sol. But....The Grey's had no choice. They had to leave. If only Andie had brought Sol and Eddie with them sooner... She sat there on the floor for a moment, trying to calm her herself down. Knowing she would need a clear head for any spell casting. If her emotions got out of hand the spell could backfire or not work at all, and for Sol's sake...it had to work.
Post by Conor Grey on Aug 26, 2020 14:31:42 GMT -5
Whenever Andie began to stir, more often than not, Conor was eventually doing the same. Whether it was just naturally, his fox-like senses picking up on something wrong, or it went as deep as that bond they had that had been solidified by a forbidden spell. He always knew. Just like how he knew when to stop teasing his wife when "Aunt Flo" came to visit, because he could just feel that seething rage inside her, a rage that very well might cause her to rip his head off. So he was extra nice during that time of the month.
However, tonight it was a little bit of everything, and he began to wake up more when she frantically fell out of bed. It was enough to have him sitting upright instantly, realizing her warmth was gone, just in time for squinting blue eyes to catch her rushing from the bedroom. "What the-" Conor sighed, trying to rub the sleep from his face so that he could climb out from under the sheets. He hopped into a pair of sweatpants so that he wasn't rushing down the hall in a t-shirt and boxers before following after her.
She was rushing straight down to the basement, and Conor wasn't too far behind, still only half awake as he watched her throw aside the rug. "Andie, what's going on? What's wrong?" Just because he could feel her dread and distress, didn't mean he understood it.
Post by Andie Grey on Aug 26, 2020 15:47:09 GMT -5
Andie could sense Conor's presence and she sighed, slamming her hand down on the rolled rug again before she turned to look at him. "Sol. It's Sol." She told him. The fear was clear on her face. "She's leaving David." She told him. "She's been trying to reach me for weeks, in my dreams, and I-" She was shaking slightly as she climbed to her feet and walked towards her locked cabinet that had a variety of different spell ingredients in it. "I finally remembered the dream." She confessed. Her hand grabbed the lock and she squeezed it tightly. Calm, she needed to be calm. She took a deep breath before she turned to face Conor.
"He's making her kill innocent people Conor." Her voice cracked as she took a shuddered breath, the anger she felt at her father came back in full force, and she approached her husband. Needed to calm down and knowing he would be the only thing that could do so. She wrapped her arms around him, holding him tight. Closing her eyes as she focused on calming down. His presence did just that, calming her. Soothing her. "She said he was planning something. People are in danger, we-" She took a deep breath, before she pulled back to look at him. "We have to do something." She said firmly. She'd felt guilty about leaving in the first place, but bringing another baby into that world was not something the Grey's were going to do. If they could help Sol get out, then they would. Whether Conor wanted to or not, was up to him, but Andie was going to do whatever she could to ensure her sister got out safely.
Post by Conor Grey on Aug 26, 2020 17:02:30 GMT -5
Conor was still trying to clear his head even as he asked that question, somehow knowing it wasn't going to be a simple answer. He ran a hand down his face, struggling further to wake as his wife explained. Isolde was leaving. Isolde was in trouble. He could feel that fear radiating off of Andie now, but he wanted to ask about the dreams. She was speaking too quickly, too much at once, however, his arms were immediately wrapping around her when she neared. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head to try and soothe her, attempting to calm the own thrumming of his heart.
"Alright, alright...I need you to slow down and breathe." It wouldn't do either of them much good if she completely went off the rails. 'She's leaving David.' She could say it a hundred times and it wouldn't make the idea of it any easier. It was dangerous, far more than it had been when the two of them left with Kit. Sol was alone, she had nobody but them who were clear across the country. "Of course we have to do something, but, Andie-" Conor paused then, a different dread filling his chest as he drew away enough to look down at her. There was conflict in his bright eyes, something at the tip of his tongue that he didn't want to say. "How...do we know this isn't a trick?"
He wasn't saying that Sol would betray them, not willingly, but they both knew David Thornton. They knew him very well.
Post by Andie Grey on Oct 31, 2020 23:57:53 GMT -5
Andie took a deep breath, closing her eyes and doing as Conor instructed. She tried to take steady breaths, letting his presence calm her. He was her own personal chill pill in a way. She always felt safe and secure with being around. They could feel each other like no other person could. Like no other mythic could. They’re connection went far deeper then one a normal husband and wife had. She didn’t want to worry him with her worries, knowing he could sense the anxiety and fear, so she did her best to take deep breaths. She’d be useless to Sol is she went jumping the gun without a plan.
For once, Conor was the voice of reason.
She opened her eyes to catch those ocean blues drift down to look at her. She visibly grimaced at his question. She leaned forward, resting her cheek against his shoulder. They did know him well. Three years. They’d been gone three years, and so much had happened. She could feel it that something had happened. He’d used Isolde as a weapon. Andie had crossed him, and knowing her father, that was a sort of payback that would stop at nothing to achieve.
He wasn’t going to let the fox out smart him. That couldn’t be allowed.
She wrapped her arms around Conor’s middle, letting a small smile out. If they were David, they would have used a spell of some sort on Sol to get her to do what he wanted. A type of curse, or compulsion. Something that would make Isolde have no control over her body save for what he wanted her to do. Could she reach out to Andie in her dreams if she was being controlled? What if Andie reached out to her would the affect be nulled since a person couldn’t control their dreams?
“We don’t know…” She huffed quietly. Speaking into the fabric of his shirt. Breathing his scent in. She bit her bottom lip, letting her body sag slightly. “I have to try and think of a way to ensure it’s not a trick.” She voiced, pursing her lips together slightly in thought. “I could enter her dreams, see if what she said is true. See if it’s really her.” She said thinking allowed. “But first,” She the idea struck her and she placed her hands on Conors hips before pulling away, going back to the locked cabinet where she grabbed the lock and put in the code before pulling it off and then opening up the cupboards. “Revelare” She whispered, waving her hand over the cabinet that so far only showed books. The moment she spoke the words there was a slight tension in the air as the tug of magic made itself known with the sudden rise in energy. Andie stepped back and what was once a normal cupboard revealed itself to be a disguised door way. Magical secret door so to speak.
What the children didn’t know was how large their basement actually was. It had been quite the steal to realize another witch had lived in it before them, and she’d made quite the renovations to the basement. Walking through the doorway revealed Andie’s real work. There were shelves up on shelves of books, other cabinets and cupboards lined a wall with various materials for potions and other spells, as well as her special ink that she made. The added space wasn’t as big as the other room, (thus why the witches circle was in there and not here) but Andie still managed to fit all her things into it.
There was a work table with a few jars of things she used in nearly every spell that were harmless, a mortar and pestle as well as the small stack of research material she’d been going through at some point last week. She flicked the switch on to reveal the over head light, and went to one of the shelves where there was a giant spiracle shape that was covered in a purple cloth. She carefully lifted it up, placing it in the crook of her arm before she grabbed the stand and went to the table. Carefully setting it down. Once Conor was in the room, she waved her hand and muttered some words under her breath before their was the sound of the original cabinet sliding back into place.
She found some cleansing sage, and then quickly began the process of cleansing the room, but also casting a spell that would make it so they wouldn’t be tracked or seen within the room. With three years on the run, Andie had made sure to cover her tracks and back doors. You had to be incredibly careful with magic and constantly thinking about plan after plan. Once the rest of the sage was burned she finally came back to the table and pulled up one of the cushioned chairs. Reaching forward she placed a had on the fabric of the cloth as she looked up at Conor. “We do some spying of our own.” She finished her comment from earlier as a coy smile appeared on her face as she pulled the cloth off to reveal a crystal ball.
He trusted his wife- of course, he did, but he was still being wary. They managed to elude her father for this long, and they were finally safe. One false move, or if this was somehow a trick, all of their struggles would have been for nothing. At the same time, Conor wanted Isolde out of that house as much as Andie did, and he was willing to do whatever it took.
Still, his wife and children came first. He had to take care of them first.
His arms encircled her tighter, holding her close as she gathered herself, thus helping them both calm down in the process. Conor knew this was a lot, that Andie was desperate to help her sister, but he needed to make sure her head was clear and that she didn't just jump into this. That she wasn't being impulsive, because that was normally his job.
'We don't know...' she finally answered and he stopped breathing. That didn't sound promising. Andrea's mind was still turning, though, and he remained quiet so as to not interrupt. This was her expertise, not his; he was just there for support. Eventually, an idea struck her and she was drawing away; her husband following closely behind.
Conor stepped in through the doorway of the secret room, folding his arms across his chest as he casually leaned against the wall. The hair on the back of his neck was standing on end with that sensation of magic, and even now he could feel it radiating off of her. With that connection of theirs, he swore he felt it tenfold. He barely watched the cabinet seal them in as blues were fixated on watching her flit back and forth to gather whatever it was she needed.
He was trying to be patient and not nervous, but he was probably only half succeeding.
"You're going to enter her dreams?" he asked for clarification. Conor wasn't sure that he liked it, but he also wasn't going to argue. "What do you need me to do?"
Andrea folded the velvet cloth and set it to the side. With the protection spell she’d just cast, she was able to protect wandering eyes from peering into the room and locating them. Providing a veil over them in a sense before they sought Sol out. She’d learned rather quickly from Conor in fact, that you covered every back door. She wasn’t going to take any chances with this.
“Take a seat.” She instructed him. Pointing to the chair opposite hers so the ball would between them. Unlike a regular familiar, where Andie could draw more magical energy from, Conor was like the power plant for her. Surprisingly enough, she hadn’t turned him into her familiar for the power, but rather to protect him. The intense, powerful magic energy was just a bonus.
She laid her arms out on the table and held her palms up, motioning with her fingers for him to give her his hands. “We need to see where she is first. See if she’s even sleeping in the first place. I want to make sure speaking to her is even worth it. It’ll also give us a glimpse of what we’re dealing with.” She explained. Andie was pulling out all the stops. Making sure they checked everything, and rechecked everything. If they were dealing with David Thornton they would have to be careful. Once Conor signaled he was ready, Andie took a deep breath, focusing her gaze on the crystal ball.
It was full of a glowing white substance that appeared cloudy. It might have been considered some tacky halloween decoration, but on the contrary it was an extremely powerful object that could allow them to see anywhere they wished on this plane of existence. She took a deep breath and squeezed Conor’s hands as she let her eyes drift close. “Rogo te spiritus Dei. Ostende mihi conscia est sanguis meus…” She began to speak. Calling forth her magical energy and channeling it into the crystal ball. “Ostende mihi predicta Isolda Jeanette Thornton. Ostende mihi faciem eius, ubi. Hoc a te peto,” There was a sudden electrifying charge in the air. Andie could feel the current and she squeezed Conor’s hands again as she took another deep breath, before she opened her eyes. As she opened them, they were a milky white as there was a sudden surge of magical energy and she fixed her eyes on the crystal ball. “de nomine lucis Hecate praefecit. Ostende mihi soror mea.” She said the last of the spell and soon the white clouds moving in the crystal ball seemed to slowly drift away. Revealing their intended target as the scene played out before them.
Conor should be used to this kind of thing by now, but even still, it always made him nervous every single time. This time, however, it was worse. He couldn't seem to ignore this deep dread at the pit of his stomach and he had no idea why, nor could he voice it to his wife.
Drawing in a slow, deep breath, he sat down as he was instructed and tried not to look as nervous as he felt...even though she would already know how on edge he was. Placing his hands in her own, Conor looked at her carefully, wanting to ask so many questions but knowing they would be pointless and there was probably little time. He was just to sit there silently and physically aide her like he always did. This was her forte, and he trusted her enough to not ask about every little detail. Andie was good at what she did. It was why they had been safe thus far in Xander's Cross, and it hadn't just been his own skills to keep them from Thornton's gaze the last three years.
'We need to see where she is first.' He nodded in understanding. Before she dived head first into this, she was covering all sides, making sure they weren't going to fall into a trap. He grinned faintly- she had certainly learned, even if it was a skill a normal person just shouldn't have or have to worry about. Yet, when you had a father like David Thornton, you were far from normal.
One more nod to show that he was ready, he drew in another breath and tried to get himself to relax, to let her draw whatever energy and power from him that she needed. He was watching her face as she chanted, his fingers curling around her own in reassurance every time she squeezed his hands. To see her eyes that milky white, though, was only mildly unsettling before his attention finally fell to the crystal ball in anxious anticipation. The charge in the air sent a shiver down his spine, but he did not fear it. No, he always accepted it now.
Once the clouds began to dissipate, they would find a dark scene in their place. It was in a car, the backseat to be precise, with a sleeping figure laying across the seats. It only took Conor a few seconds to recognize it was Eddie before the view drifted towards the front of the vehicle where Isolde was resting over the middle console. It appeared as though she was asleep, so that made him wonder who was driving.
His nervousness returned as he saw the man's hand reach down for hers, hesitating for a moment as the stranger held his sister-in-law's delicate fingers. The view shifted just a little once again and Conor immediately recognized the profile of Marcus Kanaan in the dim.
The grip on Andie's hands tightened and he was clenching his jaws so tightly that it hurt. "You've got to be fuckin' kiddin' me..." This was a trick. It had to be.
Post by Andie Grey on Dec 16, 2020 17:48:18 GMT -5
Andie watched the clouds inside the ball fade away. Much like Conor had seen, she could see the car driving down the road, Eddie in the back seat, and her sister. She glanced up at Conor as his hands tightened around hers. She could sense his nervousness at seeing Marcus, and it was clear he wasn't happy at all about this. "Hey," She said softly. She ran her thumb over the inner part of one of his wrist, right over the pulse point. She offered him a soft smile. "We'll figure out what's going on. We're not telling her anything until we can ensure it'll be safe." She tried to reassure him. "We're just checking things out." She said, giving his hands a squeeze. Her eyes went back down to the crystal ball, looking at Isolde's sleeping face from where she was handing over the center consol. From what she could see, they all seemed fine. Her eyes went to where Marcus was holding her fingers. Interesting. When had that happened? It seemed a lot of things might have happened in the three years they'd been gone.
For a brief moment, she wondered if her sister had found happiness with Marcus. That the reason why she'd wanted to run away wasn't just to have their father stop using her, but so she could get her own chance of happiness with Marcus. She'd have to poke and prod her sister for all the details later. For now? There was almost an amused smile on Andie's face despite how dire their situation was.
"She's asleep, so we can go in. What's something you want to ask her to know David's not behind this?" She asked, looking up at Conor.
Post by Conor Grey on Dec 16, 2020 21:27:19 GMT -5
No, this didn't bode well. Andie was trying to calm him, but his blood was slowly beginning to boil. Why wasn't she angry? Did she not see who that was, know who he was? Conor had told her of stories of what he had to do for her father- Kanaan was no different, if not worse. How was this not somehow a trick?
Still, he continued to grit his teeth, desperately trying not to jump straight into the anger...but it was difficult to forget what he had been forced to do. It would make any sane man wary of another from the coven.
Bright eyes flickered up to his wife for only a moment, simply nodding to acknowledge her but he wouldn't verbally agree. He couldn't pretend that this was alright, because it wasn't. It made his heart race in worry, the anxiety deepening. Why was Marcus with Isolde, what was he playing at?
His attention was back on the crystal ball when she was speaking to him again; his gaze narrowing in thought. "Ask her how she escaped..." He paused before looking back up to her. "And if you suspect it may not be her, ask her something only you two would know." It was basic protocol, but it was a start. Right now, he needed to be extra careful because this involved his family.
Post by Andie Grey on Dec 16, 2020 21:53:17 GMT -5
Ever since she'd met and bound herself to Conor, there was this back and forth the two of them did. This constant dance of trying to calm the other when their anxieties and worries were near all consuming. Andie was trying to look on the brighter side of things, trying to not jump to conclusions. Maybe Marcus was like them. He'd always been quiet, did as he was told... But that didn't mean he liked being David Thorntons guard dog. Even dogs bit the hand that fed them sometimes if they were pushed enough. She was trying to keep a level head. One of them needed one. Still, she could feel Conor's emotions, and she didn't need to be linked to him to know how upset he was becoming. He didn't like this at all. Not one bit, and there were only a few things Andie could do to put him at ease.
She nodded at him. "It's going to be okay, love. Breathe." She said quietly. Giving his hands another squeeze. "You'll be able to speak with her once we're in there alright? This is your call Conor. She might be my sister, but..." She tilted her head to the side, a sad smile on her face. You know my father better than I do. The lengths he'll go. The words she couldn't say, but she could express it with a look.
She Took a deep breath then. "Close your eyes." She instructed, and then she began the spell to enter Isolde's dreams. Using the amulet Isolde had given her as their way in. She focused her energy on that. Drawing from Conor to also help keep them concealed. The moment the last word of the spell left her lips, they'd suddenly find themselves in a place they never thought they'd see again...
Thornton Manor.
Andie and Conor were holding hands in the hallway down from Isoldes room. It was just as dark and haunting as it had always been, but this time they were at the mercy of Isoldes dreams. They saw, what she wanted them to see. Andie glanced at Conor, giving his hand a squeeze before she took a step down towards the Isoldes room.
Post by Isolde Thornton on Dec 16, 2020 22:42:31 GMT -5
Isolde 'woke' back in her room, in the middle of her spell circle.
Her head, which had lolled forward during the dream, jolted up, and it took her a moment to realize where she was. The house. Her room. Reality. She sighed and put out the candle in front of her before she rolled onto her knees and started to rise--then spotted a dark figure standing near the door.
She recognized it immediately, and even if she hadn't, the sickly yellow flame that lit his eyes seconds later was all it took to confirm it. Father.
Isolde screamed with all her might and tried to move backward, but the floor seemed to be turning to quicksand beneath her, sucking her hands and legs down into it.
"No!" she screamed, desperately yanking against it. She looked around her for crystals, and finally spotted her desk full of them. They were the bombs she'd made, all the ones that were supposed to be hidden around the house. How had they gotten back in her room? Had father found them all?
"Volez là!" she directed them, and all the obsidian pieces pelted toward her father, who swore. This was probably a terrible idea, but she had no choice. She had to end this.
"Incendie! Her father burst into Fuschia flames, and the floor beneath her was floor once again. She scrambled out of the door and into the hallway, trailing fire behind her. Her father roared with fury, and she knew he was coming after her. Desperately she looked both ways and was about to turn toward Eddie's room when she saw the familiar figures at the end of the hall.
"Andie!" she cried, half overjoyed and half terrified. What a time for her sister to come home! Had she come to help? A sleepy Eddie popped his head out of his room, rubbing his eyes. "Sol? What's that noise?"
Isolde didn't take the time to answer, she picked him up and ran towards Andie and Conor just as the door behind her exploded with now-yellow fire. No trace of her magic remained.
Post by Conor Grey on Dec 20, 2020 23:40:41 GMT -5
Conor was really trying to calm himself. He knew his wife was feeling every ounce of this emotion, and the last thing he wanted to do was cloud her judgement. She needed to keep her mind clear as much as possible, and maybe- just maybe- things weren't as they seemed.
Or, he was going to have to kill one more man before this whole ordeal was done.
His blood nearly ran cold at the thought before Andie's voice was pulling him out of that darkness, forcing him to concentrate on her before he drew in a deep breath. Then, he was closing his eyes as instructed. Before he knew it, they mentally found themselves in the one place he never wanted to see again.
Now, his whole body just felt cold.
He clutched Andie's hand tighter as he stared down the familiar, dark hallway. He could feel his own rapid pulse, and he struggled not to lose all sense. This wasn't real, he was trying to remember this. This was a dream, Isolde's dream, that was all.
But it was so difficult to ignore that suffocating feeling that this place brought. Regardless, he stepped forward slowly- one step, then two, keeping his wife behind him as he made his way towards Sol's bedroom. Only, they wouldn't get very far.
They would hear her scream before she was rushing out of her room with fire in her wake. Conor immediately halted, drawing Andie further behind him instinctively. Everything was suddenly happening all at once, and he continued to struggle with the fact that this wasn't reality. His instinct was trying to kick in, breaking through and making him want to do exactly what Isolde was suddenly screaming to do. And, so he did.
Turning, he dragged Andrea with him as he booked it down the hall, aiming to make his way outside while David tried to give chase.
She’d been hoping for a nice, or somewhat nice if Sol was dreaming of this place… Dream. What Andie received was a nightmare.
She followed slowly behind Conor. Knowing he was out of his element and on edge, she did what she could to ease some of how he was feeling. She was quiet, as they walked further towards the bedroom. When the scream sounded she put the hand that Conor wasn’t holding on his shoulder as a reflex, and then saw Sol running out of the bedroom, flames coming after her. She had just enough time to see Eddie poke his head out of his own room before Conor was hauling her down the hallway, and she had to scramble to keep up with him. “Dream, It’s a dream!” She tried to rapidly say, but it was so life like, it was hard not to run away from fire.
She turned back towards the flames, and held out her hand. This was Sol’s dream, and Andie really had no control here save for pulling her and Conor out when the time came, but she hoped if Sol saw her cast what she thought to be magic, her dream would make it believable. “Ignem extinguit peccatum!” She shouted. Focusing her “energy” on putting out the burning flames as Conor dragged her along.
An idea struck her suddenly, that maybe they could turn this nightmare around. Make Sol believe that Conor and Andie had truly come to save her from their father, which would determine whether or not Isolde truly was free of him and not under his control. “Conor, Conor slow down.” She said frantically tugging on his hand. “We need to fight him. She’s afraid.” She said quickly in a hushed tone. “We need to make her realize she’s free.” She told him quickly. “If she thinks he has no hold on her anymore, then maybe we can really determine if what she says is true.” She expelled quickly with quickened breath. “Time to slay the monster.” She said with a grin that would definitely have him calling her mad later.
“Sol!” She called, to her sister, reaching for her. She gripped her tight while the figure of their father continued to walk towards them, only now the smell of burning flesh filled the air. “He can’t hurt you anymore, we’re here.” She told her reassuringly. “We’ll stop him.” She glanced at Conor giving him a nod. It was a dream, he could have anything he wanted in it weapon wise, whatever he thought David deserved, and she’d back him like she always did.
Post by Isolde Thornton on May 2, 2021 14:48:12 GMT -5
Sol's eyes automatically went to the flames, which shrunk as if smothered by her sister's spell. Andie was talking to Conor, but she couldn't hear her over the pounding of her feet as she caught up. She tried to struggle against her sister's arms as Andie caught her and forced her to stop. Why wasn't she running?
“He can’t hurt you anymore, we’re here.” She told her reassuringly. “We’ll stop him.”
Sol stared at her, horrified. She wanted to fight? Wasn't she supposed to run, to hide, to try as hard as she could to make her father forget she existed? Isolde had just taken for granted that vanishing was the only way out. Her breath came in sharp pants as Father's slow, ominous footsteps brought him closer and closer to them.
"Andie--" she began, but she didn't know what to say. She set Eddie down and stood in front of him, shielding him from their father. "S-stay back!" she called to Father, as if her quaking voice would do anything at all.
He laughed. He laughed and the sound reverberated down the hall, folding in and repeating itself eerily. "Did you really think a little fire was going to stop me, child? I. own. You."