This is the grimoire of the witch Geillis. It's a witch’s name and I take it for my own; what I was born doesn't matter only what I will make of myself.Roleplay
"Of all the gin joints, in all the towns, in all the world."
Timeline flexible, can be Geillis Duncan | Gillian Edgars | Mrs Abernathy | White Lady | The Bakra.
Part of @NassauReloaded of @BuffyReloaded
Part of @YoreReloaded#CuppyRP
{@DemonOfTheWave} + is the bairn in her tummy.
After a lifetime though, she is able to open her eyes again, her head at least partly having broken the surface again.
Fastening her eyes on dry land, Geillis can see a man standing at the top of the slope.
{@DemonOfTheWave} + brink of a voyage that will not leave her unchanged.
Water is filling her lungs, and still she is not afraid. If she is falling through time right now, then so be it. If she is falling to her death, then the only thing she will grief for +
+ leaves from a pouch she is wearing at her belt, to gently put it on his face where the wounds are the worst. “Ye canna make right what’s gone wrong by letting yerself be beat to a pulp, ye ken?”
@SurlyLoner
+ deserves. Geillis thinks it’s foolish.
After the fight she is following the trail of blood to find the man called Bennet Drake slumped down on a chair, his handsome face almost beaten to a pulp.
“Was it worth it?” she asks him, while bringing out some +