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As she walked through the door, Isidora noticed she wouldn’t be alone talking with Wolfgang this time.

Idrina was standing with him in front of a table covered in test tubes, medical instruments and lab tools, and the librarian was whispering: “Incredible! It’s already healed!”

“Faster than you wolves, isn’t it?” Rin laughed before Isi interrupted, surprised by the conclusion she’d come to from their conversation: “Are you giving him a blood sample too?”

“Hey Dora! Yes, Wolfgang said it could maybe help him figure out if your problem is indeed an inherited thing.”

“And you didn’t think I’d like to know?”

She tried not to get annoyed at either of them, knowing it was her own fear twisting her stomach, nothing justified.

“It’s just one vial and he said he could analyse it in front of us today and give it to me to destroy later.”

Idrina held her stare.

Of course her sister knew why this was rubbing Isi the wrong way. And yet, she was an adult. She was allowed to make her own choices.

After all, considering the modalities she’d laid out, Rin had taken the same precautions Isi herself had and imposed the same conditions to the librarian.

“Good. Need mine too then?”

Wolfgang nodded, letting her approach him, eyes trained on her as if she was about to attack. Yet he still allowed himself a prudent question: “How is it you said yes to this in a heartbeat, but you’re mad she did the same?”

“Childhood trauma.” She didn’t elaborate further.

The man simply lowered his head, picking up a needle and stating, voice neutral: “As discussed, I’ll need 3 samples of your blood, if that’s still alright?”

Isidora just extended an arm.

“How are you doing? Was Marven civilised yesterday?”

“More or less” she smiled.

“Didn’t realise I was such an unlikely occurrence in the occult world though.”

“Oh, yeah. We can talk more about it if you’d like?”

But Isi simply shook her head. No need to dwell on how alone she was… How weird.

She’d done plenty of that in her youth, it hadn’t ever helped.

Noticing she didn’t take the offer, Wolfgang changed the subject:

“About our interrupted conversation, I want to make sure you understand what I was about to tell you then.” He finished drawing her blood and put a plaster on it.

Isi held his stare, waiting.

A chill went through her as he turned away, mouth pinched, as if he was choosing his words carefully. Ready for his patients to get cold after giving blood, Wolfgang handed her a soft sweater.

“I believe that in your… unchangeable state, your body not transforming isn’t the only thing you’ll notice.”

“I think you won’t age, either.”

His voice was strong, confident. He’d thought this through. It wasn’t hypothetic. If those blood tests revealed she’d inherited her father’s oath, she would stay forever as she was. Until she died. Or 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 someone.

She stilled.

Of all the emotions pressing on her at this instant, trying to make their way into her heart and her head at the same exact time, one took over.

𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘱𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘤 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘵. 𝘐𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘳.

No one could have guessed she wasn’t human. That had been why she’d been able to live a seemingly normal life, pursue fame, appear online. She knew all too well secrecy from the vast majority was what protected occults. She knew the sour taste of discrimination. The fear of being singled out.

She started restructuring her life straight away. Minutes later, she unclenched her fists, having drawn up a plan. Wolfgang blinked for the first time in what seemed to be a long time and she gave him a apologetic look.

“Sorry, I got lost in my thoughts for a bit. Anything else you’ve found out?”

He frowned, looking confused.

“Don’t apologise, if I got this kind of news I’d probably need more than two seconds to get my thoughts in order. And no, nothing else. Yet. I’m hoping what I’ve got planned for today could at least get you a good basis to work with, in the future.”

Idrina beckoned her to the couch where she’d just sat as Wolfgang manipulated the blood vials carefully, adding powder to one and liquid to another.

Once done, he came to sit next to the sisters, smiling at Isi. “Do you need a snack? A minute to yourself?”

“I’m fine. What are we doing today?”

“An abilities inventory!” Idrina grinned, as if this was a test she’d just passed when the librarian gave her a confirming smile.

Isidora simply lifted an eyebrow.

“We’re going to try to settle once and for all what things you can count on your body doing, and which ones you can forget about.”

“Sounds good.” It was actually a great idea, she’d briefly done so on her own, but it could only help to have other people pitch in.

“Shall we start with the mer side? Idrina will tell us about her abilities, and you’ll state whether you can do it, could do it but can’t anymore, or never could.”

Isi turned to her sister who started enumerating:

“Death song.”

Wow, she was starting strong. A darted look at Wolfgang told her that he wouldn’t be asking for details on the abilities listed, but he sure as hell was curious about it. Although, this one was pretty self-explanatory.

“Never able.”

“Storm-calling.”

“Never able.”

“Communication with sea creatures.”

“Still can.”

At that one, Wolfgang raised an eyebrow. She shrugged, gesturing at Rin to continue.

“Appearance modulation.”

“Never could. To my dismay. Love the pointy ears, by the way” she winked.

It had always been a sign that her sister was confortable, when she rocked them. Idrina’s answering smile was so pure, Isi felt tears prick her eyes.

“Stars communing?”

“Probably still can, since it’s more of a learned skill than an ability, right?”

Rin nodded, already moving on and hesitating.

“Mer kiss…”

“Could. Not re-tested.”

Wolfgang twitched, but didn’t add anything. Isi tried not to dwell on the idea. And luckily, her sister kept going.

“Transformation to human and back?”

Isi tensed. She hadn’t thought Idrina would bring that one up. The sisters exchanged a knowing look.

“I’ve still got my scales.” That answer would have to be enough.

“What about downsides? Still feel the moon’s calling when it’s absent? Still need to hydrate as often as I do?”

“Both of these have evolved slightly, but are still present.”

Isi turned to Wolfgang, waiting for him to ask questions, but he let her decide what she wanted to share. Looking at Rin again, she saw the same kind of trust on her sister’s face as she felt towards him. So she opened her mouth again:

“Mer feel the moon pulling them upward when it isn’t full.”

“We’re unsure if it’s an evolution thing or a biological need, but most mer settlements have the same relationship with the new moon as wolves have with the full one. I now feel both.”

They all took a breath, a pondering silence settling in, before Isi continued to answer her sister’s questions.

“And I still need to drink and bathe as much, but I don’t feel as dry if I don’t. I’ve been thinking about it and it could be that my brain hasn’t gotten the memo yet and still thinks I need it, even though I don’t?”

Both nodded in unison.

“Alright, if that was all, let’s move on to your wolf side?”

[naturalist-journal]

[momoxca]

I found this big and beautiful moth in the house of a friend. It was so lovely and so big that I couldn't resist and I had to use a chair to succeed in my mission of taking this photo 💖🦋

I'm not sure what kind of moth is, I don't have a good knowledge of the names of bugs but that doesn't limit my love for them.

@onenicebugperday isn't this big buddy so lovely?

[skbx]

drawing magical girls using pro wrestlers as reference

[princces-diaz-art-23blog]

[jollter]

They are both crazy, just like each other

"You are the screw that this madman is missing, my beloved...♡"

HFAGFHA sillys lovers

[gaeela]

Meet Lunita! A moth who drinks mate, loves quiet vibes, and shares my INFP personality. (I was too tired to draw myself again, so I created her — basically me... but in moth form, lol).

Fun fact: in real life, moths scare the hell out of me. As do all things that fly, walk, or slither. Nature is beautiful… from a distance. :')

[alex-dream]

Me tarde casi toda una noche porque no podía dormir xD y me llegó la inspiración

[pseudoafrodita]

Desorden

No,

no voy a recoger nada.

Ahí están los platos sucios,

la ropa en el suelo,

los libros abiertos

como heridas.

El café se ha secado en la taza

y yo también.

No me digas que limpie,

que salga,

que me peine,

que deje de ser esto

que ves.

No hay nada que arreglar.

Solo este cuarto vacío,

esta vida que sigue

sin que yo la llame,

sin que yo la quiera.

[planetapolilla]

Only 24hrs left to preorder! NoiR X Polilla limited shirt, hoodies and stickers collab end tomorrow!

A special thanks for everyone that got some and shared the posts around. It's because of you I can afford to keep drawing and doing what I love.

[argiemando]

Yo: *respira por la boca *

La humilde polilla: me interesa

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Lou’s birthday… He’d been texting her regularly to ask if she was still planning to come. But it would make her stay two extra days in Moonwood than the original week agreed with Rory and Wolfgang…

But she wanted to go. More than she wanted to get back to DelSol in time for gigs Wes had offered her.

“So you 𝘢𝘳𝘦 coming to his party?” A voice Isi knew too well reached her.

She froze for a beat, but kept walking to reach Rory.

“How long have you been here?”

“Only a minute, but just enough to hear Cel say she’d see you there.” The alpha answered, careful not to look at her.

There she was. The only reason Isidora hadn’t said yes to the invite yet. Because if it meant Rory wouldn’t have a good time, or worse, decided not to go, then it wasn’t worth it.

“Only if you’re okay with it…” she said, doing everything she could not to let her voice crack.

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

Isi opened her mouth, then closed it again. Neither of them spoke for a while, and she turned to face away from the building, settling next to Rory.

“I don’t know, I just thought it wasn’t fair for me to accept before checking you wouldn’t-”

“Skip it because you’ll be there?” Rory sighed.

She only nodded, knowing very well that Rory didn’t want to have a deeper conversation about it.

“Lou wouldn’t have asked you before making sure it was cool on my end, you know?” Rory glanced at her nails.

“Oh, I honestly don’t know what to think with him anymore” Isi admitted.

“And yet I hear you still accept beverages from him?” Rory pushed away from the wall, palms to the sky in a confused gesture.

“Well, I’d hope he’s learned his lesson?”

“Hon-” Rory cut herself off before starting again. “If he was dumb enough to unknowingly poison you once, it could happen again!”

Isi examined her own hands, slightly ashamed of not thinking that way in the first place. She’d wanted to hate Lou and forgive him all too much to stop to reason.

“Come to his birthday. Everyone will enjoy you being there and it won’t keep me from attending, I promise” Rory’s voice was sure, stable.

She murmured something about having to go before walking away.

Isidora stayed there for a minute, simmering in her choices and what she’d thought life was about. It wasn’t good for either of them to ignore what had happened between them. And yet, she wasn’t sure she could take a complete falling out.

Realising she’d kept Wolfgang waiting long enough already, she hurried to the low building next to the library he’d pointed out to her as his office. Ready to pick up the conversation they’d been having the day before.

[naturalist-journal]

[internationalemeteorologie]

“The beauty is an illusion, and also a warning: there’s a dark side to beauty, as with poisonous butterflies.”

― Margaret Atwood. Stone Mattress: Nine Wicked Tales, 2014

[welele]

[dabid-motozalea]