Owner of The Coffin House Necromancy Shop, Self-Employed Hit Man, Parselmouth
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PLAYED BY Meg
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Post by aurelius silvestro raymon on Jun 2, 2023 11:11:44 GMT -5
❝ | Aurelius was an old man now, and he was ready to die.
There was something to be said about the way the passage of time worked as one aged, particularly when carrying the weight of the life led before the world burned. Aurelius knew that he had not been a kind man - he had emphasized control and had been careful to cultivate his life into something he believed worth living. It had cost him his career, his wife, his children...
Aurelius was not a man filled to the brim with regrets. In fact, there was very little in the life that he had led before the fall of everything that he found himself remorseful of. He'd murdered, he'd lied, he'd stolen, he'd been a wholly deplorable human being... but, it had been due to his own self-interest, his own self-preservation. In the end, that still was the only thing that kept him going, kept him alive.
That, and Marianna.
His lifelong companion had softened in the five years since they'd been taken into Order custody. It had taken the better part of a year for Piper to finally trust them, though they still were heavily monitored even to this day. Still, they lived a quiet life, helped the Order where they could - things were different now. Marianna still had that same fire that he loved so much, but it had dulled from a roaring inferno into something much softer - like a fire warming a hearth inside a home.
Though the world was wrought with pain, those that still remained did their best to find little ways to enjoy themselves. Though it was difficult, even in the daytime hours, for those not aligned with Death, Aurelius and Marianna were more than capable of defending themselves, should anything go awry. They'd found a small, private beach in Southhampton that was secluded enough to sneak away from the world for a bit, and it had become a place of great comfort for Aurelius.
"Comfortable?" Aurelius asked, glancing over to where his lover lay on a blanket beside him.
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PLAYED BY Marion
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Post by marianna elizabeth lestrange on Jun 6, 2023 16:08:29 GMT -5
you die, i thrive, and so it goes, It was only borrowed time, but the former Dark Lady relished her somewhat peaceful lifestyle.
Marianna couldn’t believe she was alive after five years. Had she bet on her own life, she would have guaranteed Death would have hunted her down by now, tortured and tormented her, and then slaughtered her. Yet she lay stretched on a blanket on a quiet Southhampton beach with the sun peeking through the clouds onto the pages of her book and the sound of the not-too-distant waves in her ear.
A year had been spent assuring Piper that not only she but also her lover could be trusted. It was either the Order, or rather what was left of it, or Death, and one was much easier to persuade. They had yet to take up any official position within the ramshackle group of survivors, simply lent their formidable skills when necessary. That was fine with her; she didn’t want to associate with them more than most of them wanted anything to do with her. It was only Piper, and a handful of others, who knew that despite their sins, the same dark wizards they had once promised to arrest could be useful to them.
It didn’t help that Marianna was still leashed to Death in more than one way. Though she had done a brilliant job of cloaking her Mark and its beacon to the entity of her location for the most part, it could still find her. There was also the matter of her daughter, who was still seated directly in Death’s hands, so it hadn’t just been Piper she’d had to spend time attempting to persuade. Eleanor had been forced to relent. It had taken more effort than she would have liked, but the two had come to a kind of understanding. If nothing else, then for the sake of the girl in question. Marianna got to see her daughter, though she was careful to keep her in a distant safe house when in her care and under her own wards.
The girl in question was at that moment playing in a tide pool, searching for shells right within her mother's line of sight.
“Comfortable?”
She turned her head, gaze pulling away from the crumbling book that hovered just within reach to settle on her lover’s face. For all it was worth, the years had been kind to them both; the new state of the world had broken many things but never them, and perhaps she’d only weathered the storm so well because of him.
“Of course” she answered. The book closed itself and settled beside her as she turned onto her side to face him. Her hair, somewhat newly cropped to just below her shoulders, made her look newer and fresh. She was no longer her mother’s copycat, especially since it had never gotten her much good to begin with.
“I think you were right, perhaps we’ve all been spending a bit too much time in the dark. The sun...it’s nice.”
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