Ꮯꮻꭱꭰꭼꮮꮖꭺ

𝑪𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒆𝒙𝒊𝒔𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒔?

[Ꮯꮻꭱꭰꭼꮮꮖꭺ @MisericorsExul]

❝𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝐧𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫...
𝑾𝒆𝒍𝒍, 𝑰 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒂 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫.❞

➴ ᏟᏫᎡᎠᎬᏞᏆᎪ ᏞᏆNᏚᏟᏫᎢᎢ
➹ ꮃꮖꭲꮯꮋ; ꭺ ꮮꮻɴꭼ ꮮꮖꮐꮋꭲ ꮖɴ ꭲꮋꭼ ꭰꭺꭱꮶꭼꮪꭲ ɴꮖꮐꮋꭲ ꮪꮶꭹ.

➸ @bellevuehq

[Ꮯꮻꭱꭰꭼꮮꮖꭺ @MisericorsExul]

@DemonicLineage + hand, swallowing curses when she realized it was shaking visibly.

"Hi. I'm Cordelia. It's-"

The witch found herself hesitating, uncertain with which adjective to proceed. Good? Nice? That didn't seem quite right just yet.

"I... suppose it was about time we met, officially."

[Ꮯꮻꭱꭰꭼꮮꮖꭺ @MisericorsExul]

➵ @DemonicLineage

Two years Cordelia had waited for this moment. From age 18 to 20, she was constantly caught between hope and anxiety, simultaneously craving to know who her soulmate was and dreading the possibility that fate might play another cruel trick on her. After all, +

[Ꮯꮻꭱꭰꭼꮮꮖꭺ @MisericorsExul]

@DemonicLineage + she would give them the chance to prove her wrong - so she would do her best to offer that olive branch to Lavinia too, even when her heart was trying to crash her ribs and run for the hills.

She stepped forward, not giving herself time to think any further, and extended her +

[Ꮯꮻꭱꭰꭼꮮꮖꭺ @MisericorsExul]

+ obligatory greeting got stuck in her throat, Cordelia decided that no, she did not appreciate fate's twisted brand of humor in the slightest.

[Ꮯꮻꭱꭰꭼꮮꮖꭺ @MisericorsExul]

+ of a petite brunette with dark eyes, whose gaze alone seemingly dragged the room's temperature below zero, the witch's hope turning to ice in her hammering heart.

Her mind refused to supply her with any coherent thought aside from one nasty word.

𝗗𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗻.

As the +

[Ꮯꮻꭱꭰꭼꮮꮖꭺ @MisericorsExul]

Now that sounds like a perfectly reasonable strategy to deal with this mess.

... Yeah, she's been approaching things in a similar manner. Meaning not at all.

[Ꮯꮻꭱꭰꭼꮮꮖꭺ @MisericorsExul]

@PrismaticFlame The brunette witch had not expected any company at this hour, but she truly did not mind too much. She studied the blonde with a knowing smirk.

"I'm Cordelia, and personally, I'm here for the chocolate chip cookies. So, what's your name and preferred poison, new girl?"

[Ꮯꮻꭱꭰꭼꮮꮖꭺ @MisericorsExul]

+ exhausted sigh, she averted her eyes from Yasmin's empty bed, furiously wiping away the tears that had begun to run down her cheeks. She had been so caught up in her grief that she nearly jumped out of her skin when the door opened.

[Ꮯꮻꭱꭰꭼꮮꮖꭺ @MisericorsExul]

➸ @pulchrasiren

Coming back to Ellegrove was difficult for Cordelia. She'd dreaded her arrival there ever since that horrible morning, since she realized that she would return to their room without her roommate. She and Yasmin hadn't been the best of friends, but they'd +

[Ꮯꮻꭱꭰꭼꮮꮖꭺ @MisericorsExul]

+ as she'd liked to imagine them, would it even be worth it? Was the ceremony truly a wonderful celebration, or just an unnecessary risk? Cordelia wasn't hungry for power, and if she fell in love there would already be a connection, so what was the point of it?

With an +