She'd tracked his soul through the centuries and had finally found it. With Ares and Apollo battling around them, power flowing freely between Pritkin and herself, and Pythias from previous eras joining the fight... It was an intoxicating rush of success. And she'd ridden that success into the proverbial sunset, following her instincts to open a tear between the worlds and let some ghosts feast on the fighting Gods before they destroyed everything.
She'd literally crossed like 8 things off the to-do list for saving the world, had survived Jo and Ares and Nimue and a cacophony of Pythias thinking she was a rogue Acolyte. Of all the times in her life she'd have expected to die, this wasn't it. Seriously. On the upside, the kids had Tami and Marco and shelter at Dante's. She hoped Rhea would take over for her and that they'd at least have a nice funeral.
Fingers gently graze over the scar on her neck absentmindedly as she wanders around the festivities, two small circular punctures barely visible to the naked eye. Mircea. He would have been intrigued by this while Pritkin would have been trying every spell he knew to get home. The thought is enough to bring a smile to her lips, even if it's short lived.
Being dead sucked, but at least they were handing out free maybe champagne. Hair still slightly discolored from the soot, mud, and blood since she didn't exactly have access to her deep conditioner and full pamper session she always did after a harrowing time jump. Ignoring the one time the bathtub tried to kill her.
Deciding on a wish was easy enough, wanting nothing but a peaceful and prosperous future filled with joy and no pain for all of the orphans that were now part of her court. Swirling the ashes in the glass, she gives a nod to the person next to her - ready to cheers glasses if they have one. ]
Well, bottoms up.
1000 FORMS OF FEAR:
[ The idea had been simple enough, wanting to introduce herself the fastest way she knew how - mass text. But then it all starts going wrong and the more she types, the worse it gets. Deleting it isn't working. Blood pounds in her ears as she tries to turn it off, to no avail. Seeing no other option, she sends out a silent prayer that people won't ask questions and hits send. She couldn't risk it entering more considering she probably had a laundry list of things for it to choose from - thousands of regrets and failings on her part. Things she couldn't control, people she couldn't bring back - sacrifices made for the "greater good" whatever the hell that meant. Her stomach drops as she watches the message go through, broadcasting to everyone something she kept close to her chest. ]
I ratted out my vampire guardian to the FBI for smuggling because he killed my parents and trapped my father's soul so he could control me and my powers and his Master wouldn't do anything. I stupidly wanted justice. Tony killed the FBI agent I was working with and when I ran away he tortured and killed my Nanny because he thought she had helped me.
He left the pieces of her body for me to find and bury. I was 16.
Cassandra Palmer | The Cassie Palmer Series | cw: murder and dismemberment talk in 1000 forms
[ His eyes had flared emerald green.
She'd tracked his soul through the centuries and had finally found it. With Ares and Apollo battling around them, power flowing freely between Pritkin and herself, and Pythias from previous eras joining the fight... It was an intoxicating rush of success. And she'd ridden that success into the proverbial sunset, following her instincts to open a tear between the worlds and let some ghosts feast on the fighting Gods before they destroyed everything.
She'd literally crossed like 8 things off the to-do list for saving the world, had survived Jo and Ares and Nimue and a cacophony of Pythias thinking she was a rogue Acolyte. Of all the times in her life she'd have expected to die, this wasn't it. Seriously. On the upside, the kids had Tami and Marco and shelter at Dante's. She hoped Rhea would take over for her and that they'd at least have a nice funeral.
Fingers gently graze over the scar on her neck absentmindedly as she wanders around the festivities, two small circular punctures barely visible to the naked eye. Mircea. He would have been intrigued by this while Pritkin would have been trying every spell he knew to get home. The thought is enough to bring a smile to her lips, even if it's short lived.
Being dead sucked, but at least they were handing out free maybe champagne. Hair still slightly discolored from the soot, mud, and blood since she didn't exactly have access to her deep conditioner and full pamper session she always did after a harrowing time jump. Ignoring the one time the bathtub tried to kill her.
Deciding on a wish was easy enough, wanting nothing but a peaceful and prosperous future filled with joy and no pain for all of the orphans that were now part of her court. Swirling the ashes in the glass, she gives a nod to the person next to her - ready to cheers glasses if they have one. ]
Well, bottoms up.
1000 FORMS OF FEAR:
[ The idea had been simple enough, wanting to introduce herself the fastest way she knew how - mass text. But then it all starts going wrong and the more she types, the worse it gets. Deleting it isn't working. Blood pounds in her ears as she tries to turn it off, to no avail. Seeing no other option, she sends out a silent prayer that people won't ask questions and hits send. She couldn't risk it entering more considering she probably had a laundry list of things for it to choose from - thousands of regrets and failings on her part. Things she couldn't control, people she couldn't bring back - sacrifices made for the "greater good" whatever the hell that meant. Her stomach drops as she watches the message go through, broadcasting to everyone something she kept close to her chest. ]
I ratted out my vampire guardian to the FBI for smuggling because he killed my parents and trapped my father's soul so he could control me and my powers and his Master wouldn't do anything. I stupidly wanted justice. Tony killed the FBI agent I was working with and when I ran away he tortured and killed my Nanny because he thought she had helped me.
He left the pieces of her body for me to find and bury. I was 16.