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[diviningtime]

Lilia could feel Alice's disappointment, all too keenly aware of what it felt like when a spell you attempted didn't pan out. It was like you thought you could have done better, even if it was out of your control, something that couldn't be helped.

"Well, at least we know she definitely isn't in the area now," she reasoned supportively, gesturing towards where they'd seen the bird last. The sign indicating they were leaving the town was just ahead of them. "Though I suppose we should have realised she'd get out of here the moment she had her powers back. Jen doesn't strike me as the kind of witch to stick around for a lawsuit." Not that Lilia was one to stick around for legal representatives either; witches and courts historically didn't get along.

"If Agatha knows, she wouldn't tell unless it benefited her," Lilia replied, letting out a small smirk of a laugh. Agatha might be more complicated than a lot of people realised, but in some things she was frustratingly consistent. "But honestly?" she added. "I don't think she does." There was a history between Jen and Agatha, the kind that meant one always made an effort to avoid the other.

"Dairy Queen?" Lilia repeated, eyebrows raised in surprise. She couldn't deny she was getting hungry, and it had been a while since she'd let herself have take-out. Or a while since she could afford it. She hadn't been able to justify even something as cheap as a $7 combo, not when rent was overdue and she had leftover pasta in the fridge.

"If we eat it somewhere other than your car," she gave as a condition. She might have a soft spot for fast food, but she liked to be at an actual table when she was eating it. "I'm not getting fry debris all over my lap."

Alice nodded, agreeing that going back to Kale Kare would be a good idea. There had to be some personal artifacts that would help them track her down or maybe some notes or clues leading to her whereabouts.

“I can drive us there,” she offered, her voice tinged with a dollop of disappointment — she had put a lot of hope into that spell. But she was far from feeling defeated; the two of them were resourceful and there were still so many magical and non-magical alternatives they had yet to try.

“You don’t think Agatha knows where she might be, do you?” Surely, the witch had drained her life force away, but her protection seal and amulets had somehow brought her back from the brink of death. Was she ready to see the woman who almost murdered her? Only if she had answers. Nonsense… when had she become so trusting?

“Never mind, Harkness is bad news,” she shook her head as she started walking back to where her car was parked. “Would it be awful if we were to stop by a drive-thru to grab some lunch? How do you feel about Dairy Queen?”

[diviningtime]

Lilia pulled back a little, blinking in surprise at the absolute change in mood, the way Cassidy so completely jumped to the defence, assuming accusations and violence from just a simple question.

"Where are you going?" she asked, although it apparently wasn't much of anywhere. Whatever effect the crowd of shoppers had on the girl it was obviously preventing her from making a quick escape. "I already knew your family name before we were talking," she added, shrugging a little in mild bewilderment, not certain why the girl would have assumed otherwise. Even without any divination powers the name, or its reputation, wasn't exactly unheard of.

"Why would we try to kill you?" Even as she asked the question, Lilia's mind turned to Agatha and just how easily she could have provoked Cassidy into attacking her. causing an immediate siphon of her powers. As a ghost, however, that was less likely to happen now. Or Lilia hoped so anyway; you never really knew with Agatha Harkness.

"I wasn't asking about your family, I didn't See your family. I Saw you," Lilia told her, tone firm, her brown eyes fixed on the girl, unwavering in her gaze. "Doing something you would have been a lot better not doing." Her eyes flickered down to the flame at Cassidy's fingers and Lilia fought the instinctive urge to indulge the energy threatening to crackle at her own fingertips. Instead she gestured with a nod to the vacated spot beside her on the bench.

"Sit back down," she instructed in the same way a mother might instruct a petulant child. "We're talking."

cassidy pales at the words, thinks she might actually be sick. “you’re power of the sight is impressive,” is what she says instead. “but you don’t know the full story, nor do i plan on sharing it.” she stands up quickly and has to try not to topple over. the mall has only gotten busier and the noise is over powering, voices thundering around her as her heart pounds beneath her chest. cassidy tries to calm herself, making a fist so her thumb rests on the rune tattoos designed to protect her heightened hearing.

“look clearly you’ve heard my family name. can i stay in the area or do i need to go? i’d rather just ask than risk staying and have your coven trying to kill me in the night.” the words come out harsher than intended but she’s panicking, trying to get away from this sensory hell scape and make sure she won’t be hunted down. bags forgotten on the ground, a flame flicks under her thumb and caresses the rune that should dull her senses, the spell itself needs to be redone every so often and cassidy hasn’t realized it was that time, but with every minute it became more apparent.

“i have no problem defending myself if your coven comes for me, but i’d rather just be allowed to leave and never come back if that’s the case.” her mind flashes with every failed attempt to move somewhere new, every instance she tried to make nice. most of them ended with death, and after sicily cassidy was so incredibly sick of it. “but i swear i am just trying to mind my own business. and i really, really, fucking don’t want to have to move again.” the flame gets bigger as she speaks, and cassidy has to take a deep breath to calm it back to beneath her thumb.

[diviningtime]

"Then what? You just don't trust me?" Lilia countered, not fully convinced Zelda hadn't thought there was something toxic in the drink; there was no other reason for that look of suspicion in her face. What did she think she was trying to do? Lilia was fast learning that there was a lot of distrust in this coven, and she had a feeling that the, what did they call him, 'dark lord' or whatever it was, had a lot to do with it.

"Drink all of it," she instructed, watching Zelda keenly in the same way a parent might not be certain a child was going to eat all their vegetables. "It only works if you drink it all," she added for emphasis, just in case Zelda decided to be stubborn for the hell of it.

"Think of it as a magical vitamin drink. I've known a few good potion witches over the centuries," she explained, thinking how she had known those witches too late to help her original coven. Maybe the fever had been too severe for the potion to work, or maybe it would have made all the difference, Lilia would never know. But she was certain it was going to make a difference here.

Taking a seat without being invited to, Lilia watched Zelda, taking the glass off her only once the entire drink was gone.

"There's probably going be a lot more of this until you all build up an immunity," she reasoned sympathetically. Taking a moment, a frown crossed her face as she thought on the reason once again, why this entire coven was suddenly so susceptible to a seasonal bug.

"You really never got ill once the entire time you were a Satanic witch?"

Zelda would find her reaction to her little jab amusing if it wouldn't likely be immensely painful to laugh. She was having a hard enough time simply existing semi-upright; she couldn't afford to spend the rest of her energy poking fun at Lilia.

Damn her for being so perfectly healthy, she thought with a certain amount of bitterness. Really, under the fog of illness, she knew it wasn't Lilia's fault. If anyone was to blame it was Lucifer. And she knew Lilia was telling the truth. It wasn't in the other witch's nature to take glee from such a thing. Sure she could crack a joke or two at Zelda's expense, but Zelda knew she would never take true enjoyment out of the coven's collective suffering.

"Of course I don't think you're poisoning me," she replied with a huff and a roll of her eyes and reached out to take the glass. Her arm felt heavy and so did the glass yet she managed to bring it to her lips, and it tasted.. had she lost her sense of taste? Closing her eyes, she could have cried tears of relief to finally drink something that didn't make her want to die.

[diviningtime]

"Well, you won't find one here," Lilia insisted, shaking her head, just in case Mel was getting any ideas. "I've walked The Road once; I've certainly no intention of doing it again."

Taking a breath, Lilia pursed her lips, figuring the other witch wanted a little more than just a refusal.

"Find yourself four witches desperate enough to take the risk," she advised. "If Agatha Harkness can find a coven, I'm sure you can too"

Mel groaned. She knew the ballad mentioned a coven but she didn’t often get along well with other witches. “And how exactly do I find one?” It’d been centuries since she’d been part of a coven, and that hadn’t ended well the last time.

[diviningtime]

"So you just chase towards death because you had a near miss with it once?" Lilia challenged in no-nonsense disbelief.

"When you get a second chance at life, you're supposed to savour it, not deliberately risk it." She punctuated her point with a smack to his arm for emphasis. "There's no such thing as borrowed time. The time is yours."

"Maybe, but I should have died when I was twelve, so I don't see the big deal," Percy pointed out. The crash was enough on its own. Plus being a claimed halfbood, it was all complicated. "I'm on borrowed time anyway."

[diviningtime]

Lilia pulled a face in reply, no more happy with any descriptors like 'kooky' or 'wispy' or 'batty' or any of the other things people had thought of her over the years than she had been before. Jen had been the first person in centuries who had actually asked, that had decided to see if it was something more. To consider her as a person.

"It was a sink?" she asked, frowning in bewilderment. She hadn't Seen what would hit Agatha, only that it had been a powerful enough force to kill her. A sink wouldn't have been even her hundredth guess.

"You? Selfless?" Lilia let out a scoff of a laugh. "More like hedging your bets." She looked at Agatha, reading her a little and Seeing that she was partly right. But there was another factor too. "Teen reminded you of something."

"What? You don't think I'm sexy?" She teased with a grin, twirling to let Lilia see her new outfit. "Oh you could, hm? Sure, sure. Is that the kooky side or the wispy side talking?" She asked, smirking, referring to a moment from the Road.

Agatha was about to give a sassy response, when Lilia beat her to it, and she feigned shock, placing her hand on her chest, a fake surprised look on her face. "You think I wouldn't take your advice? I wasn't about to willingly take a whole kitchen sink to the face! Of course I ducked!"

Rolling her eyes as the other watched her, she let out a soft laugh. "No, I kissed her and willingly took her power to save Billy. One might say it was the selfless thing to do."

[diviningtime]

You didn't have to be a psychic to see the girl was timid. Hell, you didn't even need to be a psychologist; just someone with eyes in your head and the barest ounce of empathy. She'd been through a lot, from an early age, negative thoughts reinforced in her mind so much she was almost apologetic for merely taking up space.

"You don't have to apologise," Lilia assured her, her voice melodic in its warmth. She smiled at the girl, but considering how much she appeared to be trying to avoid eye contact, Lilia wasn't sure she had even seen it. "Curiosity is encouraged here. Most people who walk through that door are venturing outside of their comfort zones." Some with more awkward laughter than others. She could accept that, even understand it, as long as it was without mockery. But she couldn't bear the people who looked down on divination, dismissing it as nothing but a trick, no different to a magician's act. She would take their money though. Usually with an extra hidden fee.

"Yes, I do readings," she confirmed. "Tarot and palm." Squinting a little at the girl, she took in everything she could See, the glimpses of her past she could feel around her, acted out like tiny flashes of movies. A mother who'd passed away, leaving a father who was responsible for the reason the girl had been startled by a mere greeting. "I think palmistry might be the fit for you," she concluded.

Gesturing with an open hand towards the table, Lilia guided the young witch towards a seat. "Tell me," she began, already half-knowing the answer to her question, as she pulled out her own chair. "What made you come in here today?"

[  ....  ]               tara  was  anxious  to  be  in  a  space  she  hadn't  been  to  before,  but  it  helped,  slightly,  that  it  was  a  place  of  magic  and  safety.  one  thing  she  could  count  on,  at  least  most  of  the  time,  was  other  witches  to  be  like  sisters  to  her.  sure,  the  wicca  coven  group  she  met  with  at  school  wasn't  really  serious  about  their  spells  and  craft,  but  they  were  friendly  and  kind  and  accepted  her  no  matter  what.  not  to  mention  how  sweet  willow  was  to  her;  she's  never  felt  such  compassion  radiating  off  another  person  before.

even  through  her  anxiety,  she  could  tell  this  place  only  offered  warm  welcomes  and  genuine  kindness.  when  she  heard  a  woman  speak  from  behind  her,  greeting  her,  tara  suddenly  pivots,  a  bit  startled  by  the  other  woman's  presence.  she  supposed  to  had  gotten  lost  in  looking  at  the  product  on  the  shelves.  she  cleared  her  throat,  a  bit  embarrassed,  her  cheeks  heating  up  a  soft  shade  of  pink,   ❝   oh  hello,  sorry.  i  didn't  s-see  you  there   ...   ❞   she  trailed  off,  trying  to  make  eye  contact  but  was  leaning  more  towards  avoiding  it.

her  arms  folded  over  her  chest  after  she  tucks  a  stray  strand  of  her  blonde  hair  behind  her  ear,  smiling  sheepishly  at  the  other.  she  assumed  this  woman  was  the  owner  of  the  shop;  she  could  tell  by  her  poise  and  confidence.   ❝   i-i  don't  know.  i  was  just   ...   curious   ❞   she  chuckled,  realizing  the  pun  that  sentence  held.   ❝   do  you  do  r-readings  ?  i'd  love  one   ...   ❞ @diviningtime.

[diviningtime]

But you survived, in a way few do.

[diviningtime]

Watching the girl dish up the dinner, Lilia found herself wondering when the last time was that she actually ate with someone and not on her own. More years than it should have been. Survival, hiding in plain sight, had come at a lonely price.

Apparently one that Cassidy could relate to.

"Mm," Lilia agreed non-committedly, thinking of how her own kitchen was also in her living room, and part of her bedroom, and directly next to the bathroom. It was the heart of her home whether she was cooking in it or not.

"Well, you're not eating alone now," she added kindly, offering a smile as she took the bowls to the table, letting Cassidy get the bread. "It's been a long time since I've eaten with anyone myself," she admitted.

smiling at the praise, cassidy got two bowls and made a serving for both of them. as the oven timer went off, she pulled out fresh bread to accompany the dish. there was a point where she was sure sundays dinners would be her cooking for the family, but after her trip to sicily those bridges had largely been burned.

"thanks for letting me cook for you lilia. cooking for myself mostly just feels kind of sad. kitchen should be the center of a house and all that." if by house you mean a shoebox apartment, i've got adulting down. "figured it was the least i could do for all the help since i moved out here."

[diviningtime]

Lilia raised her eyebrows a little in mild surprise at Rio's compromise, the offer to at least make an effort.

"Thank you," she replied, still quietly stunned that Death herself hadn't only listened to her but had taken on board what she had to say. Apparently even ancient beings could learn new lessons, developing new habits. Lilia had to admit that was an encouraging thought in general.

All those years of seeing Death, of fearing those visions, that face, seeing the end for so many people, and here she was sitting down with Death herself, talking over shared experiences and enjoyed moments. Lilia wished there was a way of telling her younger self, if her non-sequential life would allow some across time communication. It might have saved her a few years of being consumed with fear.

Looking at Rio with understanding, Lilia felt she could see something in her that had nothing to do with Sight and everything to do with empathy.

"You enjoyed not being alone for once, " Lilia realised aloud. "You actually like being around other people. Other witches."

Lilia's answer makes sense to her and perhaps, she had been insensitive. She used to say many things without thinking or giving much thought to it.

"I get it." She nods. "I can't promise I will be overly sensitive... But I can be a little more empathetic."

When Lilia starts talking about the things they've lived through together as a coven, Rio can't help the smile that reaches her lips. She wasn't there for the poisoning or nearly drowning, but damn, it sounds like fun times. As everything else she points out was. Well, the ghost not so much. But what came before it was.

I haven't had a coven in so long.

Sometimes Rio wonders what it feels like to belong like that. In reality, she has maybe felt a little like that among the coven. Especially when they were all sitting around the fire, sharing their scars. For a moment, Rio had allowed herself to wonder what it would be like to have friends like that.

She likes people. She always did. People just never liked her.

And then the one person who had actually loved her also pushed her away. Because of her damn job.

Because of what she is.

Still, during that brief time, she almost felt as if she was part of the group.

"Hell yeah, it was!" Rio points out, smirking. Flying on a broom had been one of her favorite experiences out of the road. Even if she can teleport and move with the shadows, it doesn't compare with flying, and especially not flying on a broom.

"It was fun... Being a pack."

[diviningtime]

Lilia gave a small shrug, unable to deny his defence. Despite the absolute insanity and idiocy of the act, it had still worked. Not that she'd recommend him ever trying it a second time.

"Maybe not," she allowed, smirking a little at his self-effacement. "But it is your job to keep yourself alive."

@diviningtime asked: "i thought it was great what you did out there. stupid, but great."

"Yeah, well, it worked, didn't it?" He said, and sidled into the seat next to her. Look, the monster was dead now and no one had even noticed him - wasn't that good enough? "It's not my job to be smart."

[diviningtime]

"Powerful women in powerful places?" she suggested wryly. Agatha wouldn't be the first women in history to be attracted to power, but she was certainly the first to take that an attraction to such an extreme level. Death, for most people, was a source of fear, not a relationship.

"And maybe there's an added attraction in someone whose power you can't drain," she suggested, looking at Agatha pointedly as she did so, wondering if the witch had realised the vulnerability she inevitably had with both of those women.

"Oh, and what would you use, hum?" Agatha's lips pursed together, and she waved her hand. Zelda Spellman had once said that liking power was healthy to a point, which Rio was her taste for power, a power that she could never have, but Lilith, Lilith was different. Lilith was pure attraction, and it was reciprocated. Her title or power, no matter what Lilia thinks, has nothing to do with it. Rio's yes, they'd met over bodies and from there, well it didn't take rocket science to figure out the rest. "I wonder what that could possibly be, I'd love to hear your take on it."

[diviningtime]

Lilia watched the child hurry upstairs with eagerness, both so similar and so different to her original self that it was near impossible not to think about it, to make comparisons.

"Then don't," Lilia said simply. "There's no reason to keep it a secret, not when she's older. Or now , even," she added. "She might be too young to understand it, but that doesn't mean you have to hide it." Lilia thought that maybe speaking about it casually, the realities around this timeline, of the sacrifices that had been made, might make it feel a little more normal for Vivienne when she was finally old enough to comprehend what it all meant. It was definitely better than learning everything out of nowhere.

"She made a sacrifice, but she is still out there somewhere, in a different time," Lilia reminded Prue, knowing that that reality didn't often make the loss any easier. It didn't really matter that the loved one was alive somewhere if you couldn't get to that somewhere to speak to them. Sometimes Lilia found herself back in her girlhood, surrounded by her coven, or speaking with her mentor; they were there, alive in front of her. But they still felt gone. They were still dead when she moved to another time again.

"Not telling her would be like pretending it didn't happen, that what she did didn't matter," she concluded, giving her honest opinion. "It would be as if she never did any of it."

@diviningtime sent to Prue : "You don't have to say it, it's written all over your face."

Pure pressed her lips together lightly; soft green eyes watched after her young daughter as she ran up the stairs to bring all the new stuff they bought for the first ever day of school. The little girl was so eager to show it all to aunt Lilia.

“ I don't know if I'd be able to keep this a secret from her when she's old enough to understand. ”

She's been thinking about the past more than she'd like anyone to know. But Lilia already knew everything, didn't she? “ Not a day goes by that I don't think back to what it took to be here now. ”

Even as years went by, Prue remembered that face very clearly, that one night at the manor that gave her, and her little daughter, a new beginning. In just above a decade this child will outlive her past self.

“ Do you think I should tell her then? ” Prue looked up and met Lilia's gaze. It never hurt to hear an advice from the wiser. “ I'm not asking the divination witch, Lilia, I'm asking a friend. ”

[diviningtime]

Lilia had wondered, on occasion, if Penny might not have been better off if she'd been gay. She certainly seemed to find the social and intellectual company of women superior, but unfortunately sexuality didn't work that way.

"I had moved away a while before she died. When your mother and her sisters were still young." Lilia paused, giving a small shrug of explanation. "I've learned not to stay in one place for too many years at a time." It was a lot easier now with less threats from witch hunters and angry mobs, but a woman who remained exactly the same age for decades was still cause for notice; Lilia often left before anyone could really figure it out. It made her life a solitary one most of the time, but at least she had a life; she was alive. Not every witch could claim that.

"Wish what?" Lilia asked, eyebrows raised in expectancy.

She could see Vivienne trying to make the idea of time, of how out of sequence it actually flowed, work in her favour. Lilia knew from her own very personal experience that it wasn't that simple, and changing things wasn't that easy either. Some things happened no matter how you fought it, no matter how many warnings you gave, how many attempts.

"No, time can't be influenced," Lilia told her. "You could change everything or you could change nothing, or place yourself into a different timeline entirely." She knew it wouldn't be the answer Vivienne wanted, but if time could be manipulated, events changed, Lilia would have done it a long time ago.

"I don't think it makes you mad. I think it makes you an idiot," Lilia said frankly, making no effort to hide her opinion. Why should she? The girl wasn't making an effort to hide her insane plan. One which was going to force her to learn some very hard lessons.

"Well, she's not gong to want you to die, no," Lilia told her, throwing her a look as she did so. "You don't need to be a psychic to figure that one out." Shaking her head a little in disbelief, she tried to See a little more, to read whoever this person was, the link she had, but it was too far out of reach for much more than she already knew. All she was certain of was that it was all part of something that would change Vivienne's plans, an aspect she wouldn't have control over. Seeing a house, Lilia had almost grasped it when the girl's invasion into her personal space broke off the image from her mind.

Pulling a face at Vivienne leaning across the table, making her assumptions about there being more information, Lilia placed her palms down in order to push her chair away, standing from her seat.

"Why does everyone think there's always more to say? Give me more details, Lilia. Describe his features, Lilia. What exact date will this happen, Lilia. That's not how divination works!" she protested in exasperated frustration.

She knew Penny.. how was it that Vivi has never heard of this witch when she was summoning Grams on regular basis? Vivi was a lot more keen on learning from her great-grandma rather than any of her aunts, have her full attention and, whether willing or not, pick up some of Penny's attitude. But she's never mentioned a powerful Divination Witch. “ I'll be sure to ask her about you. ” She promised, letting out a quiet chuckle. “ It doesn't surprise me that she was asking about a boy. After all she's been married four times and always keeps telling me that men are utensils. One of the reasons I don't talk boys with her. ”

“ I wish.. ” Vivi paused, halfway deciding that particular thought shouldn't be voiced out loud. “ Sorry. Doesn't matter. ”

It was difficult to understand indeed, it probably required a magical knowledge that couldn't be gained even throughout a century, but Vivi believed. She didn't need to experience something to believe in the nature of it. “ So it means.. it's not linear.. but simultaneous realities? ” If she was also at home, probably also at school.. and maybe out there, a little baby was still with Prue. “ Are they tied? Like, if I change one thing, would it be changed in them all? ”

She deserved that scolding, this harsh judgement and pointed looks. Everyone, each aunt, most of the teachers and even the police officers when she was sometimes picked up by stupid silly little things, told her she was reckless and needed to think more about the future. How could she, when all she ever wanted was in the past.

“ Yes, that's the plan.. it's like curing an illness, isn't it? Saving her once would only be tending to the symptoms, but not curing the cause. I am the cause. If not this time, they'd get her another time. When I want to really protect her, I need to get rid of what's making them come. ” Gaze locked on her fingers, hands laying on the table. Vivi wasn't that brave to look up at Lilia and see the disbelief in her eyes. “ Maybe— maybe it makes me mad, but.. I don't care. I'm not hurting anyone, it's not going to cause pain or grief. She'll live and that's all I want. ”

Brows furrowed in confusion at one phrase she picked up. “ *enter each other's lives*? ” Repeating it out loud didn't make the phrase any clearer, “ shit. ” To say she didn't like the sound of that was to say nothing at all. What would she possibly need protection from? “ Would she stand in my way, try to stop me? ”

Vivi tried to think that she predicted every possible scenario that might happen, thought of the bad things that could come her way. She had money put aside for a few month's rent, some stronger medicine if need be, a handful variety of potions and of course all the magic she carried. It would get her out of almost every situation. Or so she hoped.

Now there was a woman trying to protect her, her partner, and that mysterious third man? Even in her wildest dreams she wouldn't come up with that. And she was tied to them both. If there were things she was certain of, was that there were higher forces, connections, magic that wasn't supposed to be broken.

“ Alright, you got my undivided attention. I'll take anything you've got. ” Leaning forward over the tarot table, she finally looked Lilia in the eyes, there was so much eagerness in her own.

[diviningtime]

The others didn't seem to be questioning it, but Lilia had to wonder at someone who was in such a deep sleep that she was still bleary eyed after answering a summoning to crawl through the earth. She kept looking at the girl, trying to figure out the puzzle she was almost certain she was seeing.

"Oh god, yes." Alice reached out and grabbed the Advil, practically knocking Lilia in the face with her eagerness. Pulling back, watching her find some water to drink-- not something Lilia would risk around here, especially not after the wine-- she returned her attention to their new arrival.

"Andromeda...." She repeated with interest, brown eyes looking over the girl as Lilia matched the name to a face. Yes, it definitely fit her. Like a glove really. Or a vine. Lilia turned to look at the moving leaves, brow knitted a little as she studied them, trying to decide if it was concerning or not. But the more she looked, the more she saw something else. A mother. Fields. Wheat. Conflict and barren lands. She could hear the voices, the demands, and a story about a daughter. A connection to a different daughter entirely.

"Huh?" She asked, turning to see she was expected to respond to something. She assumed the new girl had probably asked her a question. The others laughed, shaking their head at her, muttering comments of where it was she went as they began to walk along The Road again. Lilia made an effort to smile them off.

"Lilia Calderu," she introduced herself. "Divination witch."

🌿                                       “   asleep,    yeah,   ”                       eyes   blink   hard   in   her   last   attempts   to   scrub   the   aforementioned   sleep   from   her   features.    being   woken   was   an   occasional   occurrence,    but   being   summoned   ?    far   more   rare   —   even   more   unlikely   to   crawl   out   of   her   dirt   -   den   on   the   witches   road.     (    a   wistful   glance   is   stolen   at   her   resting   place,    already   stitching   itself   back   up   with   vines   and   soil.    shoulders   slump   momentarily.    )        she   dusts   her   hands   off,    makes   one   last   attempt   to   straighten   her   overalls   and   tuck   her   hair   behind   her   ears.                   “   hi,    i’m   andromeda   —   but   you   can   call   me   annie   if   andromeda’s   too   many   syllables.    you   –   rang   for   a   green   witch   ?   ”                       her   voice   hiccups   on   the   word   witch.    not   entirely   true,    but   more   than   passable   for   their   needs.        (    after   all,    demigod   isn’t   far   off   from   extremely   -   well   -   trained   witch.    not   when   her   mother’s   domain   is   clearly   as   entranced   with   her   as   she   is   with   it.    the   vines   at   her   feet   stretch   and   croon,    won’t   you   come   back   to   bed   ?    please   come   back   where   it's   warm   and   peaceful   and   you   can   drift   away   for   another   half   decade   ?    )     she   searches   through   her   pockets,    fishing   out   two   small   white   pills   labeled   advil.                “   i’m   –   assuming   these   are   for   someone   ?   ”                       they’re   tipped   into   another   hand   and   more   clamoring   ensues.    andromeda   falls   into   step,    leaving   the   outstretched   vines   yearning.                   “   i   like   your   shawl,   ”                   she   says   by   means   of   greeting   to   the   woman   to   her   left,    offering   a   smile. 

[diviningtime]

This is my pet.

[diviningtime]

Sometimes I think about the fact that it is officially canon that Lilia can really fucking sing.

Usually, even if the actor can sing it doesn't mean that the character they're playing can sing. Sometimes, it's even the complete opposite, with them pretending they can't sing. Or like how Hannah Waddingham in Ted Lasso was asked to tone her singing down a bit because they didn't think her character would sing as good as Hannah does (I haven't seen the show, I just know that, because I've been a Hannah theatre fan since 2010 but I hate football so much I cannot watch that show haha).

However, we literally had Lilia singing with a full belt, hitting those soprano notes loudly and clearly with perfect pitch in the ballad, and then singing perfectly in the trial too. So this doesn't just signify that Lilia can sing; it means that Lilia canonically has the singing voice of Patti LuPone.

FOR. NEARLY. 500. YEARS.

Just imagine her singing back in 16th century Italy, when people singing along to instruments was the only way you ever got to hear music (you're not telling me the coven wasn't like 'okay, she might have one of her visitations and forget she's singing mid-line, but it's worth it. Play on, Lilia, play on') or singing in 18th century France, or 19th century America, and then with the invention of recording devices she has to stop, because her voice is that impressive it would get noticed, recorded, and then her whole witchy cover would be blown.