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Offline Selene

Re: ☾Daughters of the Moon☽
« Reply #31 on: January 30, 2019, 02:41:35 pm »
The spiritual world trembled without the knowledge of the three and up in the velvet sky, the awoken saw the shift. Any simple person would notice nothing. Just a regular ol’ day with the distinction of a random concentrated storm to some. Some awoken however, heard the murmuring of voices that warned them of a new source of power. Others saw in tea leaves that they had not yet poured, the union of three entities that would function as one. Some felt or saw the tick blood and their magical properties whilst the most powerful could understand that the innocence of this new union could be beneficial as well as detrimental. This little fanfare became a reality only because the three of them truly wanted it.

Surprise wasn’t all that Selene felt through out the whole ordeal. This was much more than what she ever expected which was… honestly, nothing. You know, one of those things you do when you’re a kid to become super close to your girlfriends. Until you turn into teens and you start **** each other’s boyfriends. Anyways… More than exciting, this was fascinating. The enveloping warmth and the dimming of the lights. Their bodies just levitating and of course their blood melding into one before just vanishing.

The young raven-haired woman was in awe and not at all scared. The ‘buzz’ from the drugs vanished almost instantly and from the palms of her hand a surge of power began to rapidly spread through her veins like quick fire. Rushing all over her body but leaving her palms feeling like if they were on fire.

Out went Catherine leaping off the counter and ranting about the whole charade. Excitedly squealing and jumping up and down with the contagious excitement of a child in Disneyland. Ranting about having to tell her girlfriend, about all the people they would help, about wanting Anya to teach her everything she knew too. Selene however was as reserved as before, looking down at her burning palms while flexing and balling her hands back into fists. Luna watched as her knuckles turned white despite the red color that she would have associated with the burning sensation. ‘What is this? Where does it come from?’ The baby of their little family asked herself and regretted not bringing her punching bag.

“Sel? Hey, Sel are you okay? What’s wrong?” The head of the three asked with clear concern in her velvety voice. Immediately Catherine hushed and all the attention was shifted to Selene. “Nothing, its okay. Just my hand feels weird, that’s all. Gimmy a drink.” She quickly requested, reaching over and grabbing the neck of the bottle so that she could then take it to her lips. The bottle was half full, so she applied the appropriate amount of pressure, or so she thought. Next thing she knew, Selene’s hand had squeezed the neck of the bottle almost shut. Her hand going through the bottle as if it were made out of warm clay which left clear prints of her completely healed fingers. “What the f--- Oh ****… Anya?” Luna called out and quickly placed the bottle on the counter a little too hard again. Before it hadn’t shattered, it simply molded like play-dough but this time the force of impact was hard enough to break it. Or well, break the bottom part and leave the reinforced neck almost intact.
« Last Edit: January 30, 2019, 02:43:55 pm by Selene »

când surorile stau umăr la umăr,
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Re: ☾Daughters of the Moon☽
« Reply #30 on: January 30, 2019, 01:04:54 pm »
In the early night, the clouds in the western sky danced around a moon that formed a thin white wash over the city, which had become richer over the hour and then thickened until a filtered grey glow hung above their window, the branches that glimpsed through the glass casting shadows on the walls. The weed barely did anything to Anya, and given her high tolerance for the drug, she knew that it wouldn’t do anything to her so like Selene, she takes another shot, continuing to watch the landscape outside as opposed to her sisters, until of course, she is disrupted by Cat’s prancing around.

There were covens where they lived and Anya actually knew most of them but she had never thought to join; after everything, she didn’t deem it appropriate nor had an unearthly desire, like Cat was rambling about, to do so either. Coincidentally, a coven could be formed with just three people and as Cat laughs obnoxiously at her own jokes, she can’t help but shake her head, grabbing the bottle to walk over to her sisters, downing what was left of the drink and then wiping the side of her mouth on her jacket. The storm had dissipated and it was only now Anya realised how warm it was getting, the alcohol making itself home in her blood.

Though there was no sun outside, the temperature continued to rise because the breeze that bought faint relief all day, before the storm, had faded and was now replaced with thick, heavy air. She pulls her jacket off, watching Selene gawk at her arms, covered with tattoos, her own one sleeve seeming minor in comparison.

“Woah, that’s so **** dope.”

Anya looks down at her arms, as if she had forgotten what they looked like, admiring a few of the tattoos before shrugging the compliment off with a muttered ‘thanks’. The tattoos weren’t there because she necessarily wanted them to be, but also not going so far to say that she was coerced into getting them; the bruises and scars on her arms always attracted so much attention when she was applying for jobs so she figured ink was the best way to conceal them, though the ink had become a problem because it was considered controversial in most workplaces. Thankfully, her line of work didn’t really care for such trivial things.

She nods in response to Cat’s questions, watching her prick her finger, and then nods once more to Selene’s silent permission, laughing at the expression that crossed her once she had realised what she did. It was so funny to watch this transition; this transition that was taking place, almost like she was slipping into another body she didn’t know she owned. She now had an older sister, and she did stupid things like ask for her permission, knowing full well, she was a grown adult and she didn’t have to. It was weird, but warming all the same.

There’s time to spare, so as Cat turns to her and pushes the knife in her general direction, she sighs and rolls her eyes, taking it so she too, could prick the tip of her finger until the tiniest drop of blood oozed out. She watched, fascinated by the red liquid before looking up at the middle sister, her brows furrowing, annoyed but she ignores it, putting it down as a mistake.

“You know. . . the coven needs a name, all good covens have names.”

She watched the two think, both too high for their own good because their suggestions were amusing to say the least and not appealing whatsoever. Here, in this room, were the ghosts of her childhood, reminding her of her existence, of how solid this moment was. Her spirits were only heightened when she came to this realisation, watching Cat and Selene bicker among themselves for a name before interrupting.

“Daughters of the Moon.”

It wasn’t a suggestion. Anya rarely asked questions, she mostly answered them, and she had this air of confidence that circled her always, which made anything she had to say irrefutable. Now, she stared at the two, taking both of their hands, the lights dimming as she emits a little power, a blue light framing her like armour. There was a little evil in her orbs, trying to contain her laughs as she looks down at their joint hands, forcing their blood to trickle down their wrists and onto the table. She watched the velveteen lines dancing among each other until they formed three triangles on the counter, all meeting as one in the middle. She then tilts forward, and yields to faith, the most difficult part of the incantation, and the most draining coming up ahead, this time having to offer a little more of her power, the little prick on the tip of her finger growing in size as she does so. But then, a powerful force slides under them; Selene and Anya simply lift into the air, floating just above the ground, but Cat who’s in a seated position stays that way, floating just above the counter.

Their eyes widened in an excited, and frightened way when the triangles on the table all begin to glow a bright red, before lifting off the counter too, forming a ball. A ball of their blood, meshed together to create their own little coven. A moment after, and the blood, unrestrained, acting on its own free will, disappears into thin air, as if it had never been there, and all three sisters slowly float back down to their original places.

It started off as an innocent joke but now, they were a coven. A true, legitimate coven.


~The Moon~
« Last Edit: January 30, 2019, 01:16:09 pm by Anya »

ǝ p ᴉ ɔ n ɐʌ ǝʇ ǝɹɐɔ lǝɔ ᴉɟ ᴉoʌ

“To me, a witch is a woman that is capable of
letting her intuition take hold of her actions,
that communes with her environment,
that isn't afraid of facing challenges.”

☾ we’re all gonna die, mama ☽
 

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Re: ☾Daughters of the Moon☽
« Reply #29 on: January 30, 2019, 10:52:43 am »
Their questions were answered lightly and short. Keep it short, sweet, and superficial as Cat had expected her sister to respond. When it came to their past, Anya as vague as she could get away with, Catherine understood that talking about those events hurt like hell. She saw how her sister cringed each time, as if the memories were sharp glass shards running through her brain. Cat had immediately stopped asking a while back and assumed that she would know what was necessary. The rest was just water under the bridge. Very cold water under a bridge that was ready to fall apart at any minute. Of course, she had more questions. Questions about the voices that nearly killed them moments before. Questions about the hatred Anya had towards their mother and why didn’t she remember any of it. Catherine had little to no memories and what she remembered was all fun. One memory in particular she had carried on wintry nights. Seemed more like a distant dream than a memory, but she never told a soul. Not even her sister Anya with whom she had shared nearly every part of her life with.

Silence took over the two young sisters and again, even if it were just for a couple of seconds, it turned uncomfortable. Selene taking the other poured drink gratefully, but Catherine declined by ignoring it. Again, as usual, the middle sister broke the silence in her bubbly way. Ignoring all the other questions that were stirred up by Anya’s vagueness. “So how many people do you need to have a witch coven? Do you think there are more here in the UK? Technically, aren’t we a coven?! I want to be a coven. We can make our own rules like for example…” Kitten reached over the counter to take a better look at Anya’s attire from top to bottom, pressing her lips together in a hard-judgmental line to keep herself from laughing but also to appear critical. A single perfectly curled brow rose while her green eyes scanned. Of course, Anya was as exquisite as the rest of them, well… maybe none had the curvature of Selene who had perfectly proportioned muscles and a firm taught body. And well, Catherine considered herself the fattest between them with her narrow waist and broad hips. Though that didn’t mean she could poke the bear! “Salads for everyone, especially you… Fat ass, eating all that Mcdickies.” Cat added with a loud goofy smile, climbing on to the counter -because she could- and laying across it like a literal kitty-cat, high as all heavens above.

I want to be a coven… Selene! Hand me that knife from over there.” The middle sister commanded with a few claps. Luna who was now looking at them amused turned to Anya for approval in an automatic way that sort of annoyed herself. Who the fucc was this betch who she had to ask permission to?! Anya had never asked for it of course, it was just an innate thing, she supposed. “Against my better judgement… Here.” Said the youngest one, handing Catherine the nearest sharp knife and receiving a kind thank you. The mid sister didn’t even look at the knife before quickly pricking her finger, light enough to just cause a small bead of ruby to appear. “Ay… Okay, your turn Sel.” She encouraged the youngest sister who looked at her half regretting handing her a sharp object, half into it… Okay well 30% regretting and 70% into it. “Wait… What are we---” but before she could finish Catherine sat back down on the counter. “We’re making a coven, I saw this in a movie once so it should work. Practical Magic with Sandra Bullock?! Why are you looking at me like that? Never seen it?! HOW?! What do they teach you in school over there America?” She teased and Selene who was amused by all this situation, took another harsh liquor shot and shrugged. “What the hell, right? Worse thing I can get from you both is a venereal decease… Mostly from Anya, I assume?” Selene smiled big too, a smile that was mirrored in all three of their timeless faces. Catherine laughed loudly and high-fived Selene with her -unbloodied hand. “BUUURRRRNNNN!!!!! But you’re right, she’s a skank. But she’s pretty clean… I hope.

Luna followed the middle sister and poked her finger with the sharp tip. Extending her hand to Catherine who rapidly pressed their digits together to make contact with each other’s life. “Your turn Auni. You should also say some words and stuff… I mean, you’re the only one who knows how to work all this.
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Re: ☾Daughters of the Moon☽
« Reply #28 on: January 29, 2019, 01:10:05 pm »
Anya watches quietly as Cat chokes, a smile pulling her lips up when Selene laughs at the whole ordeal, before pouring another round, swallowing the dark liquor in a gulp as she looks over at both girls, who now stared back at her with probing eyes. It was normal to wonder what their mother was like, especially for Selene who had not only just found out about her, but had two visions of Auni in the past hour. Of course, Cat ‘knew’ their mother had died, so Anya figured her question was more metaphorical, so her blue orbs focused on her for the time being as she answered that question first.

“I think she’ll always be with you, in your heart,” she pulls out her packet to place a cigarette between her lips, “as long as you keep her there.”

Lighting the cigarette and exhaling deeply, she then looks over at Selene, whose question was far more complicated; if Anya had learned anything while living with an addict for the first half of her life, and then having to fend for herself in the second half, it was how to lie, though she had practically killed two birds with one stone when she answered Cat’s question, watching Selene’s expression drop a little. She was sad but it didn’t hit her properly; the drugs and the booze was doing a good job at soothing the realisation that her mother was no longer here, that a person she was naturally drawn to and loved lay dead somewhere.

From time to time, Anya could see her mother’s face against the darkness of the walls, greyness coming through the curtains now in a haze as she takes another drag, “when she started meddling with black magic,” her voice was soft, and so well controlled so as not to let any anger slip through her teeth, “the coven, they erm. . .” it seemed like she was struggling as she stared into the distance, into nothingness but she finds her voice amidst the darkness, “they have rules. So when she burnt the hut, they decided among themselves to kill her. I took you guys back a few days later and they took you two away from me,” now her voice broke because having her sisters stripped from her was a much harder reality to face than leaving her mother.

Anya didn’t cry; she was much more rational than she was emotional, except for when it came to fighting because that’s all she did when she needed to release anger. A tree could look at her the wrong way and she’d want nothing more to do than kill it. She gets up to sit on the sofa, sinking into her own body as her muscles relax, the voices ever so present in her mind. Rubbing her temple she takes the last drag of her cigarette, blowing the smoke in Cat’s direction before snuffing it out in the ashtray.

Her sisters were the only important thing in her life, and she repeated that like a mantra in her head in a cheap and weak attempt to block the voices out.

« Last Edit: January 30, 2019, 09:12:50 am by Anya »

ǝ p ᴉ ɔ n ɐʌ ǝʇ ǝɹɐɔ lǝɔ ᴉɟ ᴉoʌ

“To me, a witch is a woman that is capable of
letting her intuition take hold of her actions,
that communes with her environment,
that isn't afraid of facing challenges.”

☾ we’re all gonna die, mama ☽
 

Offline Selene

Re: ☾Daughters of the Moon☽
« Reply #27 on: January 29, 2019, 11:19:30 am »
When you get punched hard by the temples your muscles sort of tense. In Selene’s case her jaw also locked and her joins suddenly turned elastic to the point of not being able to hold her weight. More times than one, she’d been knocked out by boys because she refused to learn to box on the girl’s team. Her mothers supported her at first because anything that involved equality and co-ed classes were definitely on their to-do list! Selene never managed to knock out any of the boys unfortunately, and when the young woman came home with black eyes and bruises, they decided that maybe it wasn’t the best idea to have her box with stronger young men… But well, even after being prohibited, Luna had showed enough guts to make friends with every boy on the team. And well, maybe the fact that she was developing quick also helped. No longer on the team, Selene got the boys to teach her how to box and they didn’t take it easy on her either. This was why her stalker was terrifying. Because she’d never had the need to be scared of a man. Selene would just square up and fight a man, unafraid. But this moddafucker was relentless.

Eventually, when she decided to go back to the girl’s class -After her mothers were contacted because their daughter was lying face down on the local community center’s floor, knocked the **** out- she single handedly and viciously beat every girl in the team. Eventually Luna went to the state competition where she of course won to Carla Brown, a vicious young woman that they called ‘Brick Fists’. But well, soon the reality of female boxing and well the lack of support from the misogynist public announced that she was better off going to college. And to pay for college there was nothing else but giving people a nice online show of titties and ass.

Selene boxed once in a while, definitely trained and practiced. Participated in a couple of underground matches and what not. Right before coming to the UK, she was in a match with a young woman who hit her very hard. Not enough to knock her out but definitely left her loopy for a bit. The next day, her trainer teased/asked about names she’d been mumbling. Something about burning it down for ‘A’. About needing to fight to protect her. About the bad-bad-bad pretty princess hurting ‘A’. None of that made sense now and hell, she had even forgotten all about it. How intricate was the subconscious mind, huh?

The youngest of the three was nice and relaxed now. Soon her eyes were nice and squinted, reddened by the drug and definitely relaxed enough to deal with all this bullcrap. A hand slipped to push her raven mane back and out of her eyes, the tip of her tongue sliding out to moisten her lips. Selene cleared her throat and parted her lips to speak, turning to look between her eldest sisters. One curious and the other evasive. “Well….” She began to answer but was interrupted by Anya trying to leave. “W-wait, where are you---” Catherine interjected knowing her sister like the back of her hand. “She’ll be back, don’t worry.” Cat soothed Selene who had of course tensed up some, annoyed by how pleading her voice sounded before. Like a little girl that turned in the grocery store and couldn’t find her mom. “Oh… Well… I mean… I couldn’t see her for long but… She looked just like Anya.” Selene confirmed but of course, only after the eldest had left the room. Catherine just nodded and that was when the conversation shifted to a lighter subject. The mood lightened with the aid of middle sister’s smile and following questions about herself. What did Selene do for a living, where did she grow up, etcetera.

By the time that Anya got back they were conversing lightly. Selene a bit too distrusting yet to explain that she made money showing off her privates online. She just said that she had a blog and made money off the adds and what not to pay for school. Selene was going to school for physical therapy but for now was just doing online courses until she had to do labs. Catherine enthusiastically kept asking questions, derailing to compliment and force the younger one to smile. Selene liked her sisters already. She liked them as people too despite their unique bond.

Anya returned with booze and that was when the real party started. Selene stood up and walked over to the poured drinks before picking one up. Silently thanking her sister with a small nod before drinking it all up. Apparently, Cat wasn’t used to the strong liquor because the choking and the spitting out forced the youngest girl to snicker despite their rather grim situation. This felt normal. Natural to be here with these two strangers that she’d know for a life time.

“Do you think she’s with us Anya? Mom I mean…” The middle sister asked with an innocence that forced Selene to also wonder, two pairs of bright eyes looking up at the eldest for answers… But Selene added another question to the mix. “Do you even know if she’s dead?”




« Last Edit: January 29, 2019, 11:36:41 am by Selene »

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Re: ☾Daughters of the Moon☽
« Reply #26 on: January 29, 2019, 04:01:56 am »
Romania, 8:43 p.m.

There were people that came to visit her at night, people who she guessed died in this house prior to her moving in and when she is pulled out of her slumber by the pungent scent of sweat as the beads trailed down her temple, she gasps when an amber light reflects off her necklace and gleams off of the wall in front of her. Caught in a state of disbelief, she looks down slowly, her chest heaving up and down as she tries to come to terms with what was happening. The drugs made her hallucinate in spite of the fact she had given them up two years ago but this light was genuine, this light was proof that her daughters were together, somewhere in the world.

Auni had drafted the incantantion a little after Anya had given up on her, the pain tangible in her mouth when she thinks of her eldest, leaving a metallic aftertaste to linger on her tongue.

Pulling the cover off and throwing it to the side, she forces her shaking legs to carry her to the small closet in the corner of the room, pulling the door open. A jacket was all she needed, and as she made her way clumsily down the stairs and out of the door, she didn’t care that her keys were sitting on the counter, or that she was locked out and it would cost money that she didn't have to repair her mistake because all she could do was walk down the street as fast as her legs could carry her.

Agnes Waterhouse.

The woman had fled from England for dallying with black magic, and like Auni had been rejected by her coven and thrown out but she had also turned a new chapter in her life and was trying to better herself. The voices, like whispers strangling her, filled her ears with nothing but negative talk. Auni yearned to be with her daughters again; she didn’t even remember Starlene, her face, her hair, she had no idea who the youngest girl looked like. They don’t need you Auni. Remember how Anya left? Why did she leave Auni? Because you were a mess, and you still are a mess. Nothing has changed Auni, you haven’t changed. Anya won’t come back. Catina won’t come back. And Starlene? She’s the one that tried killing you remember? She told you to burn down the hut. She’ll tell you again, and again, and again . . .

“STOP!”

The woman held her head in her palms as she bent at the waist as if screaming would make them go away; screaming only made it worse. The voices weren’t just a whisper now, they were ringing in her ears as she shakes her head, her bottom lip trembling as tears gather in her blue orbs, cascading down her cheeks. These voices brought memories with them. Memories of the burning hut.



“STOP! STOP! STOOOOOOOOOP!”

Now, people were staring at her and whispering among themselves. She imagined they called her crazy, a wreck but as she comes back to reality, she stands up, dusting herself off while looking around wearily, inviting herself into the closed shop. Agnes was busy with a new orb she had received, her eyes meeting with Auni’s teary orbs but widening when she notices the glowing necklace.

“Auni. . .” she manages to whisper breathlessly.

« Last Edit: January 29, 2019, 09:03:18 am by Auni Veaceslav »
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« Reply #25 on: January 28, 2019, 04:49:58 pm »
~

“Anya! ANYAAA!!”

Today, Anya had decided against closing the windows despite the harsh storm outside and lay down at the edge of the mattress, the broken springs underneath her causing her spine to curl upwards uncomfortably. She wasn’t exactly waiting; no one else knew about her knack of keeping still without anything but her own imagination to keep her occupied; she didn’t have a book in her lap, no phone, no computer, such luxuries they couldn’t afford. The way she moved gently through her own thoughts as one might play in a garden; she had learned her patience through years of living with an addict. The voices always stopped when her mother screamed for her, watching as the woman burst through the door with hungry bloodshot eyes.

Because of her position, her mother appeared to be upside down and the young girl stayed silent, letting the minutes accumulate like a blanket of snow between them, as the silence deepened. She was either in here because she had misplaced her next hit, or she was hungry. Anya’s childhood was as tangible as the drugs her mother injected into her system - a taste, a sound, a smell - all of them blended into an entity that was surely more than a mood.

Apart from Auni, there was another presence in the room; a girl a little younger than Anya, who marveled at the massive emptiness of time, and the space between the mother and daughter. A space that could be covered in a few feet yet they seemed miles apart. Of course, the girl was only a figment of Anya’s imagination and when she hears the rumble in her mother’s stomach she sighs, annoyed, but gets up and makes her way to the kitchen regardless to fix her a meal. When she opens the fridge to find it empty, apart from a carton of milk, which had expired, her brows furrow and her fists clench at her side, albeit, she stayed grounded.

“H-how many times? How many **** times do I have to repeat the same fing ova and ova again,” her words barely audible as they came out in a slur, and there she is, pacing the kitchen and fidgeting with the stove, turning an eye on to light the cigarette in her shaky hand. It was the slow retraction, her mother pulling the cigarette away from the stove to rush over to Anya and grab her arm aggressively, snuffing the cigarette out on her skin to teach her a lesson, that signaled the end of Anya’s childhood. Hours later when she had sobered up, she would invite herself into the young girl’s room and sit by the broken mattress, her face stained with tears.

But Anya wasn’t a fool. She knew it was self-pity more than anything that her mother cried for, she knew it was the labour of her own youth that she craved as she contemplated what looked like her own ruin.

Anya.

~

Anya snaps back in time to hear Cat’s question and perhaps if she hadn’t floated into a past reality she would’ve sat down and listened to Selene explain that Auni and Anya were cut from the same tree, that they looked exactly alike but by the time Selene had answered, Anya had gotten up and rushed out of the door to her own apartment, taking the stairs two at a time, as if she could run away from the memory of the cigarette burning into the flesh of her arm. The tattoos did a good job of hiding the marred skin but what was she to do with the memories?

Booze.

She grabs the bottle of Hennessy, before hopping back down, inviting herself into Selene's apartment once more and taking her spot on the table again. Placing three plastic cups on the table, she pours the drink and gives one to each sister, snuffing out her blunt and gulping down her drink as fast as she can. Though it broke her heart to tell her sisters that their fathers didn’t want anything to do with them, she found it completely impossible to tell them what type of a woman their mother had been. Maybe because she didn’t want to relive trauma she had endured in the past but a feeling in her gut told her it was more than that.

She didn’t want her sisters to feel neglected, like she had, to feel unloved. She didn’t want them to feel like they had a mother who sold them to feed her habits, and that by the grace of who-****-ever, they had ended up with their respected families, because they could've turned up in worse, worse places. All because of Auni.

Goddamn you, Auni.

« Last Edit: January 28, 2019, 04:53:52 pm by Anya »

ǝ p ᴉ ɔ n ɐʌ ǝʇ ǝɹɐɔ lǝɔ ᴉɟ ᴉoʌ

“To me, a witch is a woman that is capable of
letting her intuition take hold of her actions,
that communes with her environment,
that isn't afraid of facing challenges.”

☾ we’re all gonna die, mama ☽
 

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« Reply #24 on: January 28, 2019, 03:51:56 pm »
Once upon a time there was a pretty princess that lived in a far away land. The pretty princess was very poor and her family didn’t have anything to eat, so her ogre father sent her away with a very mean family so that she could make money for the family to eat. Every day, the pretty princess would go off to work and come back late at night very tired. All until the pretty mean prince finally noticed how pretty she truly was. The prince made the pretty princess fall in love with him and made false promises of eternal love and companionship. Then, the pretty mean prince found out that the pretty princess was with child. That was when he revealed that all his words were lies and that he no longer needed her services. So, she was sent back home where the mean father ogre packed up her few belongings and sent her off to the streets, where the poor pretty princess had to fight hard to survive. But she would do it for her child. For the baby that she carried and loved more than life itself…

Cat was expecting the vision to involve anyone else but Anne. The shock was like a slap across her face and her brain seemed to halt dead in its track. The middle sister just sank into the couch, trying to find flaws in her sister’s vague vision. Trying to justify anything that could point to anyone or something else. “Are you sure it was her?! It was a casket and not a bed?!” Catherine began to question her sister, prying for more information on the subject. If it was a premonition it was because they needed to change the future, right?! That’s what happened in charm at least…

Under other circumstances Catherine would have declined the drugs. She wasn’t against them, but she was not crazy on anything that could enhance her personality. She’d done plenty of drinking and smoking during her college years so now there was simply no interest. Now they were at a completely different point though, a blunt and some **** whiskey sounded like a dream right about now. So she fiddled with the lighter until it worked and she managed to take a couple puffs that of course stung the back of her neck and made her cough. After the first few puffs, she was all good with smoking it up. It took a couple minutes for her head to feel a little funny. It wasn’t anything mayor yet of course, just a little tingling around the temples.

The pretty princess was on the streets for a couple of days until the good grandma witch found out about the happenings. Good grandma witch searched long and hard for the pretty princess and took her home. Helped her get a job even and taught her a lot of things about themselves. About their lineage and even their future. She explained that the baby she carried was destined for greater things. That this was the beginning of a new era for witches all over the world. That her offsprings would help restore balance to the world. The pretty princess studied long and hard and practiced her abilities. By the time that her daughter was born, she was ready to show her the truth of their ways… Soon after another lying princes came and left her with child… Then another prince, the worse of them all left her with another child. Sadly, grandma good witch went up to the heavens and the pretty princess was left defenseless to the very-bad-worse-lying-prince. He offered to trade her pain in for pleasure and her gifts for riches. He put her on a silly dress and gave her a fake crystal ball. He brought men and women to see her. Women seeking to find men and men seeking pleasures. The very-bad-worse-lying-prince offered her things that she needed. He promised that it would all be well and that she would be able to provide for her little pretty princesses if she just did one more thing. One more job. It was all for the princess, they needed to be protected above all cost. One more hit….

Catherine stood up and walked to the nearest ashtray because there was no way she would just throw ashes anywhere. That was when she started to feel a bit lightheaded in a good way. Her muscles started relaxing and this whole situation began getting a little less serious, even when she was still very much alarmed by her sister’s vision. Her awareness was still there but the world seemed less heavy all of the sudden. “What did she look like… Mom, I mean… Who did she look like?” Catherine asked Selene and didn’t dare to look at Anya. She could already feel the hatred burning in her eyes the moment Auni’s memory was conjured. Cat was genuinely curious about her.

The pretty princess gave in and then gave up. The very-bad-worse-lying-prince was long gone then, he took everything the pretty princess had worked for and everything the good grandma witch had left. And when the mean voices took over and made the pretty princess do horrible things, he was the one to take the pretty little princesses away and find them new homes. He said it was because he wanted to help, but all he cared for were the riches.  It wasn’t a good ending for the pretty princess because not every story has a happy ending. And the pretty princesses? Well no one knows where they are, no one knows who they are. Not even themselves. ~ Catherine Flores (age 7)
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Re: ☾Daughters of the Moon☽
« Reply #23 on: January 28, 2019, 01:35:30 pm »
Anya knew her suggestion was bizarre the second it had slipped from her mouth and when the youngest of them looks up with big blue orbs in a somewhat apologetic matter, she shakes her head to wash away the guilt covering her features; it was completely fine to want to be alone, and Anya knew it was all a lot to take in, especially for someone as young as her so she accepted her refusal, after all, her apartment was just a few floors down, in the same building. Anya could check up on her regularly if she ever wanted. And no doubt, they would be seeing a lot of each other, as they had a whole load of catching up to do.

When she started hyperventilating, a few moments later, Anya’s forehead creases with worry again, holding the girl in an embrace, before looking at Catherine with a soft sigh, mouthing to her what was going on. She remembered her first vision; how her sight blurred, how her head spun, how it felt like an earthquake but in the dark confines of her mind, and how she thought she was going blind. But soon enough, it was over, and when she tilts her head down to look down at Selene, she lets go, leaning back to give her a little room, and in the process of doing so, releasing her hand.

Another cigarette.

She takes out another cigarette, placing it between her plump lips before reaching out to offer Selene one.

“Actually, **** that.”

She pulls the packet back just as Selene reaches out for it, “we need something stronger,” and then proceeds to pull out a slim black case in her jacket pocket. There were three blunts left, coincidentally, taking one out to offer Selene, who still had her hand in the air, and then cocking her head towards Cat, laughing a little as she does. Cat didn’t smoke, she had experienced it when she was in college but she hated cigarettes, and wasn’t the biggest fan of weed either. But who gave a toss? It was nearly night out, and it would help them relax.

She throws one over to Cat before replacing the cigarette resting between her lips with the blunt, lighting it and taking a large pull, exhaling slowly, to then watch the smoke rise into the air in different shapes. She realised how dark it had become when she looks over at Selene, the only light that shone on half her face was the one the sunset had to offer, though the window was small, and the room was exceptionally dim now. Once more, she lifts her hands, watching the broken bulb come back together with the movement, and place itself in its electric holder, the switch turning on automatically.

“What did you see?”

She pulls her legs up onto the table, crossing them over each other and while she waited for Selene to answer, she takes another drag, letting the smoke make herself comfortable in her lungs before exhaling. It seemed as if the younger sister was contemplating telling them or not, and Anya judged by her expression that the premonition was a bad one, but premonitions weren’t always entirely right, and there were so many holes in the future.

“Cat, I’m guessing the girl outside was your girlfriend?” Cat’s too busy fiddling with the lighter but when Selene mentions her girlfriend, she looks over immediately and nods.

“Now. . . don’t get worried, but I saw her in a casquet, but then the image changed so quick, and to be honest,” she shrugs, “I can’t say if she was dead or not, I didn’t get to check properly,” she tried to sound optimistic but it wasn’t easy to do that when the subject at hand was death, “and then it changed to Anya.”

Anya’s brows curve up as her jaw clenches, listening intently as Selene explains the vision, Anya kissing ‘death’ in the mouth as if she didn’t know that already. The eldest of the three knew who she was dealing with, she knew that the man was dangerous, but they weren’t serious in that regard, she wasn’t in a relationship with him and doubted she ever would be if she was being entirely honest with herself. It was a sexual relationship, but she couldn’t help laughing out loud when she looks over at the door, “and that’s when Auni appeared?” Anya had given up calling their mother ‘mum’ because the woman didn’t deserve the title, she wasn’t loving as a mother should be, she didn’t protect her children when she should have, she didn’t have their best interests at heart like a caring mother would.

Anya remembers coming home once to find her trembling on the kitchen floor, her arms turned purple, the needles still resting in her skin which pulsated under the pressure of the drugs. Like a glass, she could be picked up, and dropped, and she would shatter into a million pieces. Auni was like the word shatter. A man, whose name wasn’t significant enough to remember, came out of the bathroom grunting and pulling up his jeans, clumsily trying to fix his belt together. Sex and drugs. That’s all her mother taught her, and when she saw the man, she was aggravated; she remembers running up to him and punching him, kicking him, trying to get him out of the little room they called home. But he wasn’t the first man to ever come into their lives, and Anya was sure he wasn’t the last.

She didn’t further enquire into what Auni had said in the premonition because she didn’t care, and so she takes another drag, but the anger was visible in her flared nostrils and her clenched jaw, running her palm along her thigh to dry off the sweat on the fabric of her jeans.


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Re: ☾Daughters of the Moon☽
« Reply #22 on: January 28, 2019, 02:45:15 am »
This could have been a bit too much for Selene, but it honestly felt more familiar than expected. Of course, she was mesmerized by the whole bipidi-bopiti-boop magical event. And the fact that Anya’s abilities could have helped her earlier when she was carrying all those heavy boxes inside. Selene was also as fascinated as the middle sister; however, she didn’t seem as enthusiastic. She actually was much more reserved and quieter than Catherine when it came to her own feelings. Selene took the world in by her big blue orbs and processed it in silence. Honestly, this was all too much to swallow in one bite…

She’d just move from United States, running away from the **** asswipe that tormented her life. This was her FIRST night in a new home and country. Her first encounter with family. The first time her powers manifested and of course the first time hearing the word ‘witch’ as a characteristic that could define her and not an insult. The youngest of the three was overwhelmed. But even through this new life experience her sisters’ guidance made her... I don’t know, feel better. Like she wasn’t alone in the world anymore… I mean, not that her mothers and foster siblings weren’t the most amazing humans she’d ever met, but there was something about these two strangers that comforted her. Made her feel safe. They were like life preservers tossed at someone who was floating in a vast ocean, but she didn’t know she was floating and hadn’t realized she was drowning until they met.

Luna took a minute to herself midst her sisters bickering, concentrating on the now-****-beautiful weather outside the window. Trying to give her mind some relief from this complex situation. And then, of course the eldest made another bizarre suggestion that snapped Selene right back into the conversation. ‘Come live with us… huh?’ she had… asked? Suggested? Wondered? “But… I just moved in to this apartment…” The youngest of the trio rapidly explained, focusing mostly on Anya since she was the one to present the idea. Selene rapidly tried to shut her down with the most logical response. But then Catherine interjected and added some warmth into the equation. The second their hands touched another fascinating thing happened.

This time it was different from the previous experience she’d have. There was no curtain of darkness. Nothing pulling her away from reality, but her vision was taken from her and replaced by other images. Immediately a white veil fell over her brilliant eyes and Selene gasped, holding on to her sister’s hands. “Wha-what’s going on?! Anya!?!” Selene began to panic, if it weren’t for the fact that she was holding on to the other two girls, she would be running around the room searching for her phone and dialing 999.

Even though she was now hyperventilating, moving her hands up her sister’s arms to touch their faces, make sure they were there. They were very reassuring though, Selene felt Anya get closer and almost cradle her like before. Felt how Catherine gripped on to her arms and soothed her the best she could in this strange situation. Though this only happened within seconds because the following minute, the images that started flashing began making sense and Selene relaxed some. “Wa-wait I can…. I can see... I'm-- okay...”

The first image was of the three sisters joining hands around a circle doing an incantation. Suddenly a shadow appeared in the center. “What is it Selene?! What can you see?!” Her sisters wondered but she couldn’t explain herself now, all she could do was watch.

The image changed.

There was a red casket in between two lamps. Inviting looking even if it was rather grim and morbid. Selene heard her own steps as she got closer and when she got to look into the casket, there was a beautiful blonde laying dead. The same one who one of her sisters ran too down the hall. She couldn’t see her well before, but Luna just knew who she was and what the blonde meant to the middle sister. Wails were heard next. Screaming out of the worst pain a human could ever experience; heartache.

The image changed again.

There was a dark figure holding on to Anya’s waist. It had no face, only the shape of a tall and broad man. The eldest of the three rested her head against its broad chest and swayed. Swayed as happy as Cinderella after finding her prince. “She’s dancing with the devil. She’s kissing death in the mouth.” The most beautiful voice whispered right beside her. Selene’s face turned to the side, right where her door should have been if she were looking into her apartment. There was one of the most beautiful women she had ever seen. She smiled warmly as if she'd been waiting for Selene all her life. The youngest sister knew who this woman was. Luna didn’t know her, but she had seen her before. In her sisters’ face and in the mirror too. She didn't know this woman, didn't remember her but knew her. Luna felt the connection between them with just one look. The love that poured out of her brilliant eyes in a way that was humbling. Deceiving even? How could she have harmed them if she loved Selene this much? “Mom?!” Selene said and raised an arm to her direction. She wanted so bad to jump into her arms despite the burning resentment that she should have felt. Now she was in awe of this woman’s beauty. Not a hint of anything but wonderment in the youngest mind. Suddenly the older woman smiled and closed her eyes. Covering the crown of her head with a curious top hat.

Come home, my love.

And just like that, the veil was lifted and Selene’s sight return to the present.

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« Reply #21 on: January 27, 2019, 06:14:39 pm »
In this short hour Catherine and learnt much more of herself than in 23 years of her life. She’d learnt about her mother, sisters, and now sadly about her fathers. Saying that she wasn’t hurt by the discovery would be a blatant lie because she was. It was mirrored in the way her lips failed at the corners and a somber expression began to take over. This feeling was forcing but not new since in her younger years, the feeling was very common. Why wasn’t she wanted? Was it because her birth parents knew she was messed up? Because she was unlike every other little girl, crushing after Aaron Carter when she was crushing after The Spice Girls? That feeling was completely eradicated by her family who loved and nurtured her past her sexual orientation, past, or even future. Then came Annette with her unconditional love, and finally her sisters. And she’d never felt more complete as how she felt the moment that they found Selene. Despite all the confusion.

Soon Anya was speaking into her brain and the sudden communication made her cringe. PTSD after the not-so-long-ago brain tapping incident. Thankfully this time, there wasn’t any funny business and instead there was just a whisper. Immediately her big now-green-eyes shifted to her youngest sister who was just as shocked as her. But she had a feeling the reason while the voices were at bay was because it was a one-sided communication. Not that she could ponder on it too much because all the sudden there was a surge of power, a bright blue flickering… thing that seemed very convenient a couple hours ago when the sky turned black and they almost died. She had no idea what it was and how the eldest made it happen. Much less understood any word that came from her mouth. The youngest two were just in awe of her sister’s power. Seeing her in a completely different light now. All of the sudden the apartment seemed so different! Everything in its place! It was mesmerizing to see the objects floating around like in Matilda when the little gifted girl fixed up her home in a jiffy. “Woah, woah, woah wait a minute… You could do this all along?! Why didn’t you ever show me?! How **** long did you see me trying to put up that damned wallpaper and you didn’t think this would come in handy?!” Oh, but she had tried before, and the Cat had just laughed it off… A little guilt crept up but not enough to mean anything.

Hey, I didn’t mean you didn’t know what you were doing, perra*. I just mean we need more information. Unless you’re hiding more things from us.” Mountain eyes slight squinted but again, Catherine’s moods never lasted long. Her face rapidly smoothed into the wonderment of a child as her sisters interacted. Then, from wonder to excitement. All of them under the same roof?! Heck yeah! Like a huge sleep over every night.

Cat turned to look at the youngest of the three with the same intensity as Anya. Well, her enthusiasm was much more noticeable than Anya’s. Catherine joined her hands too. Resting one above and one bellow her sisters joined hands. “It would be amazing for all of us to live together… Right?! And also, more cost efficient.” She added with a slight chuckle, praying that her sister would approve.

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« Reply #20 on: January 27, 2019, 01:52:59 am »
As Cat’s questions cascade into the air and hang around her, Anya finishes her second cigarette and looks up with a sigh. Do we even know who our father is? Of course they didn’t know of the type of women their mother had been, they each had different fathers, but yes, Anya knew who the men were. Yes. Unable to push her tongue against the word, she nods in response to the question, self-annihilating regret spreading across her features and extending outwards, darkening the room. Their fathers wanted nothing to do with them, and despite Selene removing any doubt in her mind about the type of family she had been adopted into, it still broke Anya’s heart to look over at the two and admit, out loud, how much of a disgrace their parents were.

“Our dads don’t want **** to do with us,” she mutters it softly looking up at Cat’s face. It pained Anya the most to tell her because she knew Cat was a little sensitive, and so innocent, and her heart was a good heart. A good heart, that didn’t deserve to be be thrown face-down into the darkness of their past life, but she also felt that same pain for Selene, because just by looking at the room around them, she could tell Selene was not much of an extrovert, perhaps it was her sisterly intuition that plagued her with what she knew to be the truth, but the young girl had missed out on so many years of being with them. It was time they couldn’t get back but there was also no point in pondering about time gone past, no. Now it was time to enjoy the time that was to come.

“Right, **** them.”

She stands up suddenly, her lips curling up devilishly as she tilts a head at Cat, “you really think so little of me?”

They didn’t need anyone’s help but with both hands on her hip, her legs parted in a stance, Anya’s turquoise gaze travels around the room. Your first lesson, girls. She didn’t need to say that out loud because as their eyes met, the words would travel to their minds, and with that she raises both hands, conjuring enough power to then clutch it within her palms. The trick is to control your energy. A light blue line, the same shade as her eyes, circles Anya’s frame as she pushes her palms out in the direction of the walls on either side of her, to then lift her arms up.

“Prin puterea mea, prin energia mea, curată.”

And then, the spell, and she watched everything in the room assemble itself but instead of the items propping themselves onto shelves they are wrapped and placed back in the boxes they had come in, taking a seat on the table again then taking Selene’s hands in her own, her gaze wandering over Cat before she speaks.

“Come live with us. . . huh?”

It wasn’t asked like a question, but it wasn’t a demand either. She would respect her sisters decision either way, but she wanted her to feel like a part of this family, and they had more than enough room in their apartment upstairs.

“Hell you could take my room, I don’t even **** sleep anymore.”

Her heart thudded inconveniently as she stared at Selene. She had time, but no certain inclination to explain why she wanted Selene to live with them, because the truth of the matter was, she just did. It would not only be better in this fragile time to have people around her of the same cast but they were family. Anya could help with harnessing her power, stop her from inclining into a depressive state when she will inevitably fall into a realisation that she isn’t what she thought; that there is a line between mortals and immortals, and she was playing on that line. Like fire and gasoline, and she will come to realise the heavy burden like a weight on both shoulders and that weight will try to bury her but Anya will be there when it does, and so will Cat, to help lift it.

“Plus,” she now smiles, even though the smile was tired, “you guys could practice some magic, eh?”

Anya knew Cat wouldn’t need pressure in that regard, offering her a wink before looking back at Selene, who seemed to be staring into the distance in a contemplative manner.

“Luna?”



« Last Edit: January 27, 2019, 08:05:50 am by Anya »

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Re: ☾Daughters of the Moon☽
« Reply #19 on: January 26, 2019, 02:06:32 pm »
Luna didn’t need much proof to be convinced and it wasn’t because she was naive or young, but that she understood the full complexity of the situation, and she not only understood it, but she felt it; the second she ventured into that vision and the star sign appeared on her wrist it was as if this cerulean circle enclosed her, protected her almost, and then there was the visit to a time earlier but it was such an out-of-body experience that nothing else but magik could explain it. When Catherine makes the charmed reference she can’t help but laugh with her and she couldn’t ignore how natural it felt to just be here, with them, with her sisters.

Yes.

They were her sisters. When Anya had hugged her, she felt safe. She had felt safer than she ever had in her life, and she knew that from now on, Roger wasn’t going to be a problem. The eldest was overprotective. And though Catherine probably did it unintentionally, she raised a brow when her thoughts traversed in her mind, echoing in the confines of her brain.

Pheobe huh. And then that same sadness took over her features as she looked over at Anya. It was clear as day that she hadn’t been adopted, like Luna and Cat.

“We’re witches.”

She nods; saying things out loud made you actually face them. They were witches, and they were sisters. When Cat starts throwing questions at Anya, Luna’s thoughts navigate her in a completely different direction; it dawned on her in that moment that she didn’t even need to ask for their names. She knew that the curly-haired beauty next to her on the couch, who was now holding her hand, was Catina, and that the older one was Antanasia, who probably went by Anya. And she was Starlene, not Selene. Starlene. And her mother was Auni.

“I don’t even remember being taken,” she disrupts Cat unintentionally, so focused on her own thoughts that Cats voice became a blur in the distance, “I just remember growing up with who I know to be my parents, two women, who,” she stops for a moment to take a cigarette that Anya offered, lighting it up and also beginning to smoke, “have done nothing but love me.”

But now she had the same questions as Cat. Who were her real parents, where was their mother? Dead, probably.

She looks at Anya for answers.

And she knew that from now on, she would be doing that a lot.
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« Reply #18 on: January 26, 2019, 01:27:59 pm »
It would have been harder to understand if her life wasn’t so full of oddities. If the world itself didn’t seem so magical from the beginning. I mean, she’d have to be honest to herself and admit that she didn’t believe the whole ‘witch craft’ ordeal that her sister present. She respected Anya’s midnight meditations and the whole crystals-outside-her-bedroom ordeal. She never protested when the mentioning of herbs and spells came along either because Catherine knew how to respect other’s beliefs. Growing up catholic didn’t help much in the understanding of her sister of course, but in this past hour she realized that in life and death there was much more than heaven and eternal damnation.

The middle sister listened without interruption. She listened to the story that she’d been too stubborn to believe the first time. Though of course, the first time it was without such details. She didn’t even think her sister remembered that much about their origin. But Catherine hadn’t the slightest hint of resentment for the eldest of the three because feeling of compassion overwhelmed all.

Everything started to make sense now. From the quick healing to the ‘six sense’ that warned her about unwise decisions. To the feeling of unity when she first met Anya and now after meeting Selene. The puzzle was starting to come together but there were still plenty of pieces left to attach. “So we are definite witches… Like the Charmed Ones on tv?!” Cat’s sweet voice turned into a little shriek of excitement, looking towards her youngest sister and determining immediately that she was a Phoebe and that Anya was definitely Prue. Even though the thought was comical enough to force an automatic giggle, the thought of Prue dying for her sisters chilled her spine and made her smile falter. The thought wasn’t entertained long of course, soon Selene interrupted with a question.

“So wait, we’re witches or something?! And…. Like… Wait, what?!” The youngest of the three asked looking back and forth between them both. Extending her hand to lightly hold on to Selene’s hand gingerly, as if to reassure her that everything would be okay. She knew this was all too much… With suddenly having two sisters, all the healing and the other weather bull. “I guess we are, dear… I guess we are…” Catherine reassured once more and rapidly shifted the conversation, this time shifting her attention to Anya.

What should we do next? I mean, I feel like we might need someone’s help? This is much bigger than ourselves and to be honest mi corazón*, I’m pretty sure there is so much that we don’t know about ourselves… About these… gifts that we have… Do we have more family Anya? Do we know who they are? I mean… Do we even know who our father is?” For the first time in a long time Catherine wondered about her mother. Who did she look like? How was she really? Before her maddening and before letting them go. Was she really as bad as she sounded? What was her story? What about their father? Was it one same man? Were there multiple? What happened? 

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« Reply #17 on: January 26, 2019, 12:16:57 pm »
The more the time passed, the more her sisters powers would unfurl and the more confused they would get and while Anya was planning on postponing telling them the truth, it seemed that now, in the confines of this small one bedroom apartment that telling them what was actually happening to them was the only right thing to do, keeping this a secret would be like stripping them of their birthright. Before doing anything, she begins to restore order, firstly, by breaking the connection between her and Cat, Selene had to do her part but first she would have to learn how to first; Anya had no control over their mental connection.

Just as she is about to get up, she feels Selene’s hold tighten on her, her forehead creasing like ripples in the sea when her stare meets with her youngest sisters azure gaze, understanding who ‘him’ is the second it slips from her mouth. Anya sighs softly, managing to slide out from under her sisters to stand in front of them, tall, and slender as she paces left and right.

“Right. . . okay.”

A moment later and, “****.”

How am I going to do this?

She walks back over to Cat, taking her face in her hands gently and looking at her directly, her voice a little sad as she begins to speak, “I’m sorry you had to hear that, I should’ve seen that coming, and I should’ve prevented it,” she tilts her head so she is now looking over at Selene, before moving to the youngest, holding her face like she did Cats, “that won’t happen again, okay?” Selene nods, and Anya places a kiss to her forehead, before wrapping her arms around her, hugging her tightly. It was as if the woman had retrieved a lost item, only this lost item didn’t have a price, it was something that couldn’t be bought. Life had a way of sticking a knife into Anya and then pulling it out, but this time it also placed the plaster on top and stopped the wound from bleeding.

Animated by this new certainty, she turns to the the youngest girl and places her palm on her arm where the blood had now dried, before healing the wound.

“Just like you can do that,” finally, a little smile, “I can do that.”

Now, Cat would understand why her wounds healed so quickly and it was amusing to think that it would click in her mind, meeting her gaze and laughing quietly before getting up and brushing the glass off of the wooden table in front of the couch, taking a seat on it afterwards. She pulls her packet from her pocket, brushing the cigarette along her lips, before lighting it, taking a long drag, before trying to explain what had just happened.

“When we were younger, our mother, Auni, got involved in some black magic that our coven didn’t approve of, and there are consequences when you play with forces like that, you know?,” Another drag, “The voices started, she went mad, Selene, you weren’t even 4 when she wanted to burn the house. . . you weren’t even **** four,” there was a lot of pent up anger towards her mother; anger Anya hadn’t gotten to release over the years and she had never reconciled with the woman; for now she would let her sisters assume that their mother was dead, they had grown up in the care of far better people anyway.

Anya knew better though. Auni was in Romania still, living a life that she had chosen; a mother had chosen to sell her children to feed a drug habit she had picked up when she had decided to mess with black magic. Her hand shakes a little as she looks up at her sisters again, biting her bottom lip angrily before taking a final drag, putting it out in the ashtray next to her afterwards.

“We were seperated a little after she burnt the hut, and I’ve tried looking for you,” this time, she was talking to Selene, “God knows I’ve been **** looking for you, but,” she looks at her youngest sister in a defeated manner. Finding Cat was easier because they lived in the same continent, but she couldn’t feel Selene’s energy no matter how hard she had tried. Anya had even gone to lengths such as finding other witches to help her but nothing. It was as if Selene had a shield over her. Now, she didn’t know what to say, so instead of speaking she lets her words hang in the air, pulling out another cigarette from the pack.

She lights the new cigarette, burying her face in her free hand and rubbing her forehead as she sighs, looking at her sisters as she inhales and exhales quietly, waiting for a reaction.

All she wished was that Selene, like Cat, had been adopted by a good family, a family that loved her so she didn’t feel like a burden in this world.
« Last Edit: January 26, 2019, 12:22:14 pm by Anya »

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Re: ☾Daughters of the Moon☽
« Reply #16 on: January 26, 2019, 11:30:33 am »
Darkness wasn’t always as scary as it seemed. There was also comfort in midst of it. Cool and inviting to people like herself. But yes, there was no denying that when the world went black monsters were free to roam. She was there, minding her own business when the world turned upside down and now the man that seemed to haunt her dreams and force her to move across the sea, was just an inconvenience in comparison. Things had escalated so quickly that there was no time to react. First to her sister’s sudden outburst, second to the random silence between the three. There was only enough time to turn to Anya and lock clueless eyes. Offering her a quick shrug of her shoulders before everything changed. One minute she’d been sitting down and trying to wrap her mind around this situation, the next minute something had wrapped around her neck and was squeezing the living shitlits out of her.

The whole world went foggy then and her hands flew to her neck, nails almost digging into her fresh to try and scratch out the invisible muscles that squeezed viciously. Voices that were so loud that she could not discern one from the other. A head ache that was maddening to the point of wanting to see her own brains splattered on the **** back wall. What the royal **** was this?! How?! When?! How silly it seemed to fear flesh and blood when there were things one could not see, one could not think of, or even stop. And then a thick black curtain fell on her eyes and the whole wide world went black.

“If death feels anything like this, I swear to God we’re all better off dead. I’m not trynna be gloomy or anything but really, it’s an experience. First it is really scary, kinda like when you’re on a rollercoaster and you don’t know what’s coming next. But then you feel like you’re floating. I’ve never felt so peaceful, ya know? Like if nothing could ever touch me. Huh, for someone who enjoys touching herself as much as I do—he, he, he- not having the need for any contact is refreshing. I mean, there’s no need for anything really. No pain, no smell, no hunger, no cold or heat, no need… Just nothingness. I don’t really know how **** long I stayed like that. But all the sudden I was in nothingness, then I wasn’t.”

When Selene’s vision returned, she found herself outside that apartment complex just a couple of hours ago. She saw herself carrying the heavy boxes but saw something else that she’d been too busy to see earlier. A collection of clouds were being formed out of thin air. They were menacing and dark, streaming from a source that she could not see even in this spiritual state. Then the youngest of the sisters took a side step trying to follow herself into the apartment, but the step took her into another scene. This time she was upstairs in her newfound sisters’ apartment. She saw Anya shield Catherine from the shattered glass, but she could see the light blue barrier that then turned into a small claw that picked up the chard and tossed it aside. She saw the black fog inside the room and how it rooted from the heavy cloud. She saw the T.V flipping channels and the face… No one else could see the face but Selene did. Selene saw the man--- no, the creature’s face quickly. But just as she tried to move and take a closer look, it looked back at her and Selene’s experience came to a halt.

Gasping for air Selene found herself now. In the protective arms of her eldest sister where she felt as safe as she did between her mothers as a child. Luna -like her mothers affectionately nicknamed her- wrapped an arm around her sister’s frame and held on to her other sister’s arm. Clinging on to them to make sure she was grounded and in place. She felt how Catherine also held on to her for dear life, both trapping the eldest sister between them. If there was any doubt left it was now cleared up completely. They were not only sisters, but bonded. Not only bonded, but special. Not only special, but unique.

“I saw…. I saw--- What happened… I saw… I saw him…” Selene confirmed as soon as she managed to catch her breath. This time the ‘him’ that she was talking about wasn’t that **** stalker, it was something much more sinister.

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cine are o șansă împotriva noastră?

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Re: ☾Daughters of the Moon☽
« Reply #15 on: January 25, 2019, 02:35:59 pm »
Anya’s eyes flickered to the exchange between Cat and her lover; their lovestruck stares and words made her cringe inside for she wasn’t one that believed much in love. Actually, Anya barely believed in anything but what she knew to be as concrete as the building they were standing in right now, was that Selene was family, and the vision had made it obvious that she wasn’t extended family, but that she, like Catherine, was her younger sister, her other missing part; it explained the strong desire she felt to protect her. And to think, the three were reunited not only by chance but by a storm, how tragic.

As Selene invited them into the apartment, she watched Cat tiptoe in, walking up behind her to observe the one bedroom - the walls were a little stained and it wasn’t much really, but Anya assumed that Selene didn’t have anyone in her life, perhaps it was their uncanny, physical resemblance that pushed Anya to believe Selene was the same as her when it came to relationships; no attachments formed, no strings attached.

That way, your heart was only yours for the breaking.

Cat’s rambling pulled Anya away from her thoughts, watching her sister step and stumble over her words in an attempt to explain the vision they just all had, the scars that appeared on their wrists; of course, Anya knew why this was happening, but she didn’t think her sisters were ready, especially Selene. The youngest of them all hadn’t developed the bond they now shared, not only that, but she had just moved into this apartment, to burden her with the truth, well, it wasn’t wise.

When Anya had first learned what she was, her world turned upside down; she was pushed into a life that she wasn’t ready for and it broke her mentally, physically, and even emotionally but she had learned to become one with her celestial being, and now enjoyed the power she bestowed - she wasn’t vulnerable like she used to be as a child, but that power took years not only to refine but to control. And right now, the two girls before her would experience that same struggle; the struggle of identity, dealing with physical changes, having to control their emotions so as not to harm anyone, unintentionally, of course.

And before she could say anything, there it was.

The amber glow in Cat’s orbs.

A look of concern washed over her features, forcing her brows to furrow when her sister protests, refusing to let her help so she stood and watched, turning to check on Selene who had taken a seat on the couch, her eyes struck with fear now.

When Cat started hyperventilating and choking on thin air, Anya rushed forward and held her hands tightly so as to prevent her from strangling herself and as she screamed to whatever it was that possessed her, Selene started choking too. And then, it clicked; Cat hadn’t broken the mental connection she had unintentionally created with Selene and when she had skipped over to Anya’s mind and started hearing the voices in her head, Selene heard them too. And now, they heard what she had been dealing with her whole life. Voices telling her to kill herself, voices telling her how to do it, but she had to block them out to stop the torture it was inflicting on her younger sisters, and so she did.

“Shh. . . shhhhh, it’s okay.”

She let her voice stabilise itself and block out the others so all they could hear was Anya telling to calm down. And when she could feel Cat visibly relaxing a little, she pulled her over to the couch and onto her lap, holding her tight, then wraps an arm instinctively over Selene's shoulder too, smiling when the youngest of them all leans into her hold, curling herself against Anya’s side.

“I’m here,” she coos softly, as if she was calming down two big infants, “it’ll be fine. . .I’m here.”


« Last Edit: January 25, 2019, 04:23:31 pm by Anya »

ǝ p ᴉ ɔ n ɐʌ ǝʇ ǝɹɐɔ lǝɔ ᴉɟ ᴉoʌ

“To me, a witch is a woman that is capable of
letting her intuition take hold of her actions,
that communes with her environment,
that isn't afraid of facing challenges.”

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Re: ☾Daughters of the Moon☽
« Reply #14 on: January 25, 2019, 01:02:29 pm »
In the arms of her lover the world seemed less chaotic, but that didn’t mean this situation was less stressful or that the heavy fog of confusion had dissipated. Catherine lifted her now honey-suckle eyes from the tall blonde’s chest and was met with puzzled baby blue eyes. Annette’s cherry lips puckered sweetly, and she gathered enough breath to commence a word, though Cat quickly interjected with a gentle kiss. “Go home, wait for us there because we… don’t really know what’s happening… But It’ll be okay…” She reassured her lover who seemed weary but didn’t protest. She’d been accustomed to the oddity of the sister’s bond. That was enough to have the blonde take a quick look towards the brunettes near the door and head upstairs without a second glance because if she did, she’d have to stay. Maybe she had seen wrong, maybe it was just the fluorescence in the hallway but something about her lover seemed out of place. Why were her eyes so yellow? They were always a perfect fresh mountain green…

Just in time the younger woman invited them in and Catherine, making sure to not make physical contact with any of them, carefully tip-toed barefoot into the messy apartment. The strong smell of pot making her nose wrinkle just the slightest bit. The apartment was empty as expected, aside from a few messy boxes and the glass lightbulb that had exploded not too long ago. Oh, well, an ashtray. This was one of the strangest and most awkward interactions Catherine had ever had in her existence. How could you just walk up to a woman and say ‘Oh hi! I think we might be sisters and I just had a premonition when I touched you… Welcome to the neighborhood!’. She didn’t even know where to start. But thankfully fate was a great ice breaker.

Thank you… for the invitation… I’m sorry we just barged into your home but, well…. Honestly, I’m not sure what’s going on… I guess we all know there is something strange happening to us. Anya rushed out of the house and I followed… I mean, it’s obvious we were meant to find each other… Right?

Catherine went on, looking between her eldest and who she assumed was her youngest sister. Her eyes mostly lingered on the youngest, scanning her beautiful features and finding each one more familiar than the next. From her jet-black straight hair, to the curvature of her lips, to the shape of her eyes and even the thickness of her eyelashes. Some Cat could find in the mirror but most she could find in Anya. Fascinating, really… Catherine was so concentrated in her newest sister, so entrapped by her that she disregarded entirely the politeness of not staring at another human for too long.

“Do I have something on my **** face? Why the **** she staring?!” The thoughts were whispered in Catherine’s mind and startled her to the point of letting out a small yelp as she jumped back. The younger woman’s mouth hadn’t moved at all and she had heard her. It was the same voice but just in a whisper. As if Selene herself had leaned in  and whispered a secret that no one else could hear. It was almost a breath, a very clear collection of words that were deposited right into her ear canal.

What was that?!” Catherine questioned, turning to look at both of them. She saw the concern in Anya’s eyes and the hesitation that she already knew involved her sister moving closer to her aid. Kitten extended a hand to stop her oldest sister’s progress and didn’t break her gaze, ordering her to stay back while she explored this new found oddity. “No, wait… Stop Anya just stop. Don’t move let me…. I think I can… Just… don’t speak and don’t anyone move.” She had no idea how and why this happened, but she knew it was because of the staring. So, the middle sister attempted to do the same thing to her eldest sister. She began staring at her too, following the frown that had built in her brows and the shape of her face. Very much like the one in her previous vision. The foggy vision of a woman holding the fire… of their mother… Catherine knew, didn’t know why or how, but she just knew Anya was the one who looked the most like their birth mother. Something within her heart told her that she was just like her but stronger. She was their leader, the head and neck of their operation. She was the one to come to and the one in trouble. Anya was the one with the heaviest cross… And then it began so quickly that Catherine’s now honey eyes turned glossy and bright. They began turning so bright that they seemed to glow and then came the breakthrough.



Voices. Whispers.

Voices. More voices.


They started so soft and mellow and many, soon they began getting louder and louder. None made sense. None could be understood. They were just speaking without pause. It made her heart start beating so fast that she could also hear it drumming inside her ears in unison with the voices. Catherine’s breath got caught in her throat and fear took over. But not just fear; paranoia. She wasn’t just inside her sister’s head, without knowing she had picked her sister’s burden like a backpack and was carrying it away with each back step. Something or someone now held on to the middle sister. Cat could feel its invisible tentacles wrap around her neck and another hold on to her waist, squeezing the wind out of her lungs. Forcing her breath to turn shallow and quick while at the same time, it devoured her thoughts. There was pressure around her skull too, like a pair of powerful jaws slowly enveloping her head, wanting to swallow her whole.  It was a parasite the size of an anaconda that wanted to consume her every thought and Catherine could do nothing to stop it because fear was guiding this ship now. The young woman just kept taking backsteps until her back hit a wall and she couldn’t move anymore. Gathering just enough strength to call out. “Stop. Shut up… Just… Shut up!!! It’s sque---- It’s…” She tried to scream to no avail and ended up gasping for air again. Choking on nothingness.

« Last Edit: January 25, 2019, 01:10:14 pm by Anya »
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Re: ☾Daughters of the Moon☽
« Reply #13 on: January 25, 2019, 04:05:36 am »
It didn’t take a genius to figure out that the two women standing before her were sisters, and though they looked roughly the same age, the way the first woman spoke with an authoritative tone, Selene guessed she was the oldest, and perhaps the one that had dragged the younger sister down, judging by the confusion in her face. When the first one waves her hand and voices her concern, she takes another pull of the spliff, turning her head slightly to look at her messy apartment before focusing once more on the strangers, “does this always happen? Because I can’t be **** payi-” before she could even finish, the younger one interrupts with her own worry for a cut on her arm, tilting her neck slightly to look at the blood now gushing down her arm.

Why hadn’t she noticed that sooner?

“Errmm,” yes actually, she did need their help, and though she couldn’t explain it, she felt a connection to these two complete strangers, a connection far stronger than the one she even felt to her own parents, which was odd, given her circumstance, but before she could respond, a wave of darkness washes over her orbs, taking her to another place entirely.

When she opens her eyes, she is standing before a hut, in the middle of an open clearing of some sort, like in the movies she had watched. She didn’t understand why she was here, looking around to justify her existence in what seemed to be a parallel universe, and as her eyes wander, they stop when they are met with three children. And there she was, a younger Selene, holding onto a girl’s hand, tightly. The fear in the younger version of her was so evident her lips turned down, her heart aching for her before there was a voice in her head that distracted her.

“Come on Mama, burn it, do it now.”

It was her voice.

But now, she realised that she wasn’t in her own body, that she had taken over another body. Selene knew she was adopted, her parents hadn’t kept that a secret, and now it dawned on her that the body she was in was her mothers, but why was she telling her mother to burn the hut? When she hears the voice again, she turns her head to the younger her, furrowing her brows when she realises the voice is only in her head.

“Catina, come,” the middle child eyed her older sister in protest, shaking her head, as the eldest hoisted the youngest up and carried her.

“Antanasia, I don’t wanna leave Mama,” she continues shaking her head, tears gathering in her eyes, “she’ll die. . .”

“CATINA!”

The middle child jumped and followed her sister, running to her side to hold her free hand.

“Starlene’s getting cold, she’s shivering, let's find some place to sleep tonight, and tomorrow we’ll come back, okay?”

The vision ends, and just as she had witnessed the moon and sun appear on the two women before her, her own wrist starts burning up, looking down with wide eyes as a star appears on hers. What the **** was happening? Why didn’t she have no control over anything, why did she feel so weak, but the strongest she had ever been? Her weakness was how little she knew and seemed to understand the situation, and in order to find out more, she needed to understand the two women before her. When she looks up, she studies the older one a little closer, and it struck her how alike they looked, it was like staring in a mirror. Not just here, but she looked exactly like the child in her vision, the one that had picked her up; Antanasia.

“C-come in,” the blunt in her hand had dropped to the floor as she pivots and turns to the side to pull open her door, inviting them in.

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Re: ☾Daughters of the Moon☽
« Reply #12 on: January 15, 2019, 08:36:47 pm »
Catherine Anne hissed at her sister and offered her a kind roll of her eyes. Perfectly curled brows furrowing at the sudden impatience of her sister. The least she could do was fuccin let her know what was going on! After all, Catherine ran barefoot out of the house following her damned eldest sister. However, she didn’t voice her opinion because an argument at that moment wouldn’t solve or help in any way. Arms crossed now, cradling her breasts tightly in a stance that accented all the similarities between them. And then… The door opened.

Nothing and everything made sense the moment that door opened, and the smell of pure marijuana slapped her across the face.  It wasn’t the stench that made her nose wrinkle, it was the shooting stab that made her head pound just once. A hard, solid knock behind her left temple that made her eye twitch closed. Only for a second of course because this stunning young woman looked so… so familiar... So much so that Catherine was left speechless. All she could do was listen to the interaction between them both, looking from one raven haired woman to the other as if they were at a tennis match and words were the ball. But her eyes lingered mostly on their neighbor of course. Trying to find features that she could not compare to Anya’s. She found only a few and even then it was debatable. This young woman was clearly younger, with a smooth almost baby like face. Stunning really, but so was her eldest sister.

A chill ran up her spine as cool as before but not at all menacing. This time it was gentle and light. Carrying the scent of fresh dew… That was when things began getting even weirder.

Then her sister complained and made her jump almost half a foot because she didn’t expect it. “Epp! The fu---Ouch! What d—” There was a burning pinch on her wrist, the same side where her sister was complaining. There it was in all it’s glory; a small brown sun carved perfectly into her skin. Her fingers instinctively ran through it and the pain subsided, but this all was overwhelmingly absurd. “A-Anya..?” She began, but just then there was a whisper. Another sharp pain by her temples that announced- with no need of interpretation, that something was wrong. Immediately her green eyes began scanning both women, brows furrowing even more in concentration and Aha! There it was! The superficial damage of what, maybe a rouge shard of glass? That had cut through her new neighbors skin just enough to make her bleed. Concern rapidly took over. “Oh pobrecita*, your arm is bleeding.” She announced, pointing at the unsuspecting cut in the young girl’s forearm. Much like Anya before, she moved by instinct, walking between her sister and the stranger’s door to take a better look at the insignificant yet bleeding cut. Cat had pushed her sister out of the way some, half because she was compelled to look at the cut and the other 50% because she just wanted to look at the girl. It wasn’t malicious when she reached over and gently touched the younger woman's arm, her other hand was still placed over her sister’s shoulder.

Something mystical happened just then…

Catherine could feel a warmth that she had never felt before. Like electric lava surging and spreading midst her body through her arms and shoulders, all the way to her wrists and finally her fingertips. That was when with a loud gasp, she gripped on to both girls and the world went misty. Even though for a the fraction of a second she couldn't really see anything, for the first time she truly saw.

To her left and to her right there were no longer two women, now there were two little girls. One held on to her right hand so tightly that it hurt and the other’s tiny little hand barely held three of her fingers. “Don’t do it momma no… It isn’t that cold, not that cold.” The sweet little voice said over and over again. She couldn’t see well though, everything else was just cloudy. But she could surely make out the silhouette of a woman approaching them. Then the smell of wood being burnt and eventually fire… And that was when the heat started again. This time it wasn't just warmth, this time it was uncomfortable.

Kitty?! Wait, what’s going on?!” A voice far away from this little mirage but close enough from reality, made the curly haired brunette gasp loudly and gather the strength to lift both hands. Immediately everything ended. The smell of fire, the heat, the voices and Cat was returned to her previous position in the middle of both women. “A-Amor? Where are--- Oh… oh yes, I can… I can explain.” The woman scanned the hall until she found her lover’s confused blue eyes and she ran. She ran to the safety of her arms where everything was simple. Where nothing was confusing or foggy. Where she was normal and safe.

* Pobrecita= Poor girl; poor dear
« Last Edit: January 15, 2019, 10:32:07 pm by ☼Catherine☼ »
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