#the crain twins

[sleepyminty]

An observation with this genre of ‘little sister’

[devdxgirl]

⠀⠀⠀⟡ ﹕﹒ 𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐑 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍⠀⠀♡ ⠀⠀▹⠀⠀𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘥⠀ ⅋⠀ 𝙩𝙫 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 ⅋⠀ 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐲⠀ 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝⠀ 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧⠀ ⅋⠀ 𝚖𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢⠀ 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎⠀ 〕⠀ —

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀˗ˏˋ⠀⠀ ∞  ⠀⠀´ˎ˗　

⠀⠀ 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 @lvvkee: 𝟎, 𝟮, 𝟰, 𝟲, 𝟴, 𝟭𝟬, 𝟭𝟮, 𝟭𝟰, 𝟭𝟲, 𝟭𝟴, 𝟮𝟬, 𝟮𝟮, 𝟮𝟰, 𝟮𝟲, 𝟮𝟴 　❝　!　𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚜𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎, 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵. 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘦.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝙁𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘬. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭. 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝘀�� 𝗶𝘀 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗳𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗶.

[willieverseetheland]

“you better not be haunting the narrative when I get there”

<333

[editsflix]

horror/bloddy icons

[rassilon-imprimatur]

"I feel like something bad is going to happen to me. I feel like something bad has happened. It hasn't reached me yet but it's on its way."

Mary Henry - Carnival of Souls // Laura Palmer - Twin Peaks: Fire Walk With Me // Alice Palmer - Lake Mungo // Nellie Crain - The Haunting of Hill House 

[aleswiftgron]

I just realised why i love Ty and Livvy so much, because Luke and Nell from The Haunting of Hill House are my roman empire

WHY DO YOU KILL THE TWIN GIRL WHEN THE OTHER ONE HAS PROBLEMS AND CAN NOT CLEARLY LIVE WITHOUT THE OTHER!?!?

The trope i hate the mst in the world is killing off a twin, like with Fred and George, WHY!? WHAT WAS THE NEED!?!?

[acidheaddd]

Someone's proud of herself.

[sendintheantiheroes]

I need that meme of the Spidermen pointing at each other, except it's Laura Palmer, Alice Palmer and Nell Crain

[giveamadeuschohisownmovie]

(For the sake of this poll, please disregard any canon relationships if they exist. In this alternate universe, everyone is single and ready to mingle. Or, if you want, imagine that you ARE the canon love interest)

[merrilark]

Thinking really hard about how Luke just wanted to go to Nellie's wedding. Thinking about how he got turned away bc he wasn't sober (but he was trying, he was trying so hard!!!) and thinking about how Nellie Absolutely Would NOT have turned him away if she had known that he tried to come.

Thinking about how much they loved each other. How connected. How Luke literally physically felt her distress and the moment she died through their connection, and mistook it for withdrawals and couldn't understand what was happening but deep down he Knew. He knew. Because it's a Twin Thing.

Thinking soooooo hard about how they loved each other so much that even Death couldn't truly sever their bond.

[starmantifreak]

My Luke Crain Playlist <3

Here's my playlist for Luke now, since I did Nellie's. I do hope that I did him justice, I tried my best. Reminder this is not a 'iPod' type playlist, I don't think these are songs necessarily meant for him to listen to. They are songs reminiscent of the character. Do enjoy, and please don't 'Add to Other Playlist.'

[that-random-fandom-s]

Adaine and Aelwyn

Jet and Ruby

Milo and Maggie

Zuko and Azula

Peter, Edmund, Lucy and Susan

Nell, Luke, Steven, Shirley and Theo

Klaus and Ben

Fantasy High / Crown Of Candy / The Skeleton Twins / Avatar: The Last Airbender / The Adventures of Narnia / The Haunting Of Hill House / The Umbrella Academy

tragic fictional siblings... save me...

tragic fictional siblings

save me tragic fictional siblings

[mikelogan]

THE HAUNTING OF HILL HOUSE 1x04 The Twin Thing

Oliver Jackson-Cohen as Luke Crain

[blueeofsl]

Okay so this is going to be a pretty long analysis on @somerandomdudelmao ‘s most recent update… Will have to be split into multiple posts because of pictures

Been staring at the post for a while and damn,,, imagine going from dying in an unforgiving wasteland to waking up in what I can guess is a soft mattress with a healthy portion of sheets and blankets. Like those are absolute opposites in terms of comfort

The fact that Leo wakes up with unfocused eyes (compared to his brothers, who almost immediately shoot up), tells us that he’s still expecting himself to be back in that apocalypse.

Also the frown he has in the middle panel, it’s probably just his face relaxing, but we see that it immediately goes to a frown. An “ugh, im so exhausted why am I awake?” Sort of expression. Which kinda continues to show in the last panel of this first page.

And in that entire time, Leo’s eyes never fully focus. Because he isn’t expecting anything good to happen for him. So why should he even try at this point when there’s no one left to save?

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Which brings us to the next page. Zooming in, we can see that Leo is staring at the back of Donnie’s shell. Im guessing it takes him a moment to realize what he’s looking at because we get enough time to see Donnie struggle to stay awake. And knowing Donnie, this hints to Leo that this isn’t some sort of normal hallucination.

We can also see that Leo is on a soft bed, and is being consistently monitored by Donnie. I am wondering what Donnie is working on though. Maybe checking Leo’s vitals? A new prosthetic for Leo? Or maybe, for once, allowing himself to start to plan on a new invention. Something that doesn’t directly involve with whether the resistance will survive the next day or not. He shows this sort of stubbornness to keep himself awake until he’s sure that Leo is okay.

In the last panel we see Leo finally perk up as he crains his neck back to really get a good look at his twin. He probably notices how Donnie’s shell looks a bit wider, his arms a bit stronger. But maybe hasn’t fully recognized it yet. This is also probably where he lets his vision come into focus, and becomes more aware of his surroundings because oh shit, I’m not dying on packed dirt any more.

~~~~~

Moving on to page 3, Leo reaches out to Donnie to see if he’s real. These poses remind me of the first episode of the comics.

(Episode 1, part 7) Here we see Leo do pretty much the exact same hand motion as his tiny, little self. Which kinda tells us that Leo is moving purely on instinct, on emotion. His mind telling him to seek for that sort of comfort.

When he falls in the last panel of the recent comic, I feel like it becomes some sort of wakeup call for him. Because the fall from the bed to the floor is pretty far from what we see in page 2. And the noise of his shell hitting the floor was probably pretty loud too. Enough to scare Donnie out of what ever he was working on.

Would also like to take a moment to look at Leo’s scars, specifically the one on the shell. I realized it’s the scar from when Donnie had to forcefully pull his shell together by screws and wire. (Part 2 of Episode 11)

The fact that that scar is still on Leo’s shell shows us that it was an impactful moment for him (the revived turtles so far have shown that the scars/features that stay are those they think a lot about or have an emotional attachment to). He was lucky at that time. Because the rubble that caused that injury could have easily killed him. A wrong crack/break in the shell could have left him immobile for the rest of the war. But that’s where Donnie comes in because he knows that Leo would hate that.

The reason why the scar is so big on Leo’s shell now shows how much impact it had on his mind. At least that’s my guess…

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Moving onto Page 4, we get a good view of Leo’s expression in all panels. First one shows pain, a wince. His arm looks to have twitched towards himself in order to protect his head. It could have also twitched because of Donnie’s sudden yell to him.

The second panel shows surprise. Because his twin is picking him off the floor. Symbolically speaking, this could mean that his family is here to pick him up now, to carry him over to better times.

This surprise is also towards the fact that Donnie is able to lift Leo when before, right on the day Donnie dies, it was Leo who was picking up Donnie.

Also notice how in this page, we don’t see Donnie’s face at all. Even when Donnie is lifting Leo up in the third panel, we just see the confusion on Leo’s face. And also, perhaps, a bit of fear. Maybe he was fearing whether or not this was a dream.

But heres the thing. Many have noticed the parallel of Donnie and Leo switching positions in who is carrying who. But I noticed another parallel in this page.

First panel in page 4 looks nearly identical to this page of Leo dying here.

When realizing this, the parallel just made that page so much more emotional to me.

Because Leo was expecting to be brought back to the apocalypse in his head.

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Moving onto page 5, we get another good view of the scar on Leo’s shell. First panel though, love the Donnie face squish. There was no way he was gonna just let his twin sit on the cold hard floor when theres a bed right there.

This might be looking to much into it, but in the first panel, it looks like Leo is shaking too.

We also see that Donnie and Leo are the same size now, when before, Leo was larger than Donnie when the soft shell was sick.

The second panel again shows the emotion Leo is going through. To me, it screams “is this real? I can’t believe it. How is this happening?” And we can see that Donnie’s grip on Leo is strong and firm while Leo seems to sorta cling/melt into his twin.

In the third panel, Donnie is telling Leo to sit still. Perhaps this is because of how badly Leo is shaking, or the fact that he had just fallen out of bed. Either way, what seems as a command for a shitty patient has another meaning; that Leo is okay. He’s going to be taken care of, he just has to let his family take care of him. Just like how he took care of them and so many other people.

~~~~~

Page 6, We see Leo’s expression again, and the way his arm is still reached out from Donnie pulling it off his shoulder. It’s full of surprise but theres not much fear being shown except for the hollowness in his eyes.

Leo still doesn’t fully believe all of this is real. Then Donnie goes and starts moving around him, checking what’s left of his arm (some people are saying that it’s the first thing donnie checked. Also wondering if this could be him planning on a new prosthetic for Leo), and what I can guess is Donnie checking his heartbeat (the little white ninpo rectangle thing near Leo’s heart).

For Leo, this is quite overwhelming. He lets Donnie do his thing, but it’s been years since he’s seen his brother be so active around him. He shows signs of nervousness too, the wobbly line for his lips, and the way that his arm is tucked towards his middle, and his knees slightly pulled up and together. In that moment, he’s trying to make himself smaller.

Going back to scars again, notice the scarring on his neck. It’s the same injury from when he went to Donnie’s lab for guidance after almost getting his head bitten off by a krang dog. It’s another scar that’s left a large impact on Leo’s mind. Perhaps part of it is because of the krang dog, but another part I think is because of him yelling for Donnie.

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THIS IS PART 1 OF ANALYSIS!

PART 2

PART 3

[jackhkeynes]

Furlain

Furlain [Friuli] (Merch pronunciation /fʊːˈləin/, endonym Furlagne /furˈlaɲə/) is a polity in the northeast of the Italian peninsula, whose principal cities are Verona and Udine. It borders Lombardy to the west, Bavarn [Bavaria] to the north, Crain [Carniola] to the east, and Venise [Venice] to the south.

History

During the Second Tetrarchy of the eleventh and twelfth centuries, the March of Furlain was the southernmost part of the German Empire, at first a direct imperial vassal and later specifically consolidated under the suzerainty of the Kingdom of Bavarn. After the collapse of the German Empire in the thirteenth century, Furlain's most frequent rival became the Republic of Venise.

Furlain suffered a severe earthquake in 1348 which destroyed both the castle and cathedral in Udine. Reference to this event is the first attestation of the word quagment "earthquake" in the Borlish language.

The armourcloth trend in women's fashion (which emulated men's military dress) began in Furlain during the Long Peace in the late eighteenth century. The local term voinacciale (from voina, a slang term for a soldier) was borrowed into several other languages to describe the style.

Troops from Furlain fought in the Second German War (1815–23), principally against Bavarn. Furlain was allied with such countries as Borland, with whom they undertook the disastrous Battle of Hulm in 1821.

People

Chiarina Bruno (fl. 1824), librettist and composer who wrote the opera Ali in Fiamme "Wings Afire".

Jacomo Bruno (fl. 1821), twin of the better-known Chiarina and soldier of the Second German War.

[saintgoths]

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜʀɪᴛʏ-ꜰᴏᴜʀ

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR - VENUS.

WORDS - 3,177.

RATING - 18+. [mentions of murder and child abuse.}

SUMMARY - as Isabella tells Ellie what happened the day they arrived to Jackson, Kaylee finally explains why her and her brother, Adam tried to get her pregnant..

i cross-post on archive of our own and wattpad

previous chapter - chapter thirty-three

Ellie softly played with the string of her guitar while she lightly hummed along a tune she had practiced; Ivy had laid close to her, on her back as she trained her eyes on a novel from a book she had picked up recently, currently, the two had been in Joel’s garage, which had been Ellie’s cabin, in need for privacy, Ivy and Ellie temporarily stayed in the small home while the rest of them had been under Isabella’s roof.

As much as she had wanted to continue, Ellie’s play of tunes which had been ambience for Ivy had come to a halt, the stop of the motion had caused Ivy to look up from her book. Aware that the Williams girl had a troubled look on her face. Engaged, Ivy bookmarked the page she had been on before she slowly sat up. “What’s wrong?”

“Is it true your family is going to leave?” had asked and confused, Ivy had wondered where Ellie must’ve heard it, either from Joel and Isabella but Ivy had doubted that, since they were at Joel’s for some time, though, Ivy had wondered if Ellie had heard Venus and Robin about it to each other.

“No,” Ivy shook her head. “My mother promised us we will stay here forever,” she smiled as she moved closer to her red-haired girlfriend. “I’ll be here forever.”

Relieved, Ellie lightly tapped the wooden material of her instrument. “That’s good,” she said her voice more confident as she set down her guitar. The auburn-haired girl reached for Ivy’s wrist and pulled the Rosalind girl closer to her. “I really love you,” Ellie said and with a stretched smile, Ivy’s eyes narrowed in content.

“I love you too,” Ivy said before she pressed her lips against Ellie’s mouth, her mouth had been a bit rough and sometimes Ivy joked about it.

After she hastily traced Ivy’s jaw with the pad of her thumb, Ellie’s hazel eyes moved to the object Ivy had once held. “What book are you reading?”

“The Haunting of Hill House,” Ivy shrugged fore she picked up her book again, she had thought that the novel had captured the idea of grief perfectly, and Ivy had wondered if the anger, bargaining, denial, depression and acceptance were endless cycles her mother had to continuously go through as she lived. “It was written by Shirley Jackson.”

“I’ve always walked past it whenever I was in the library, never decided to pick it up,” Ellie said. “Is it good?”

It’s amazing,” Ivy smiled as she picked up the book again. “My favourite character is Eleanor Crain.”

As she leaned against her bed post, Ellie briefly raised her eyebrows once more. “Once you’re finished with the book, maybe I’ll start reading it.”

“I’d like that,” Ivy answered just as Ellie reached out for her.

“Now, give me another kiss,” Ellie dared and without second thought, Ivy moved herself to her lover once more.

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THE PAST

Kai had been away when their front door was knocked upon, Isabella had been in their living room, both hands on her belly as she gently caressed the swollen lump, unsure if today would bring her hell or heaven. Yet, with confidence, Isabella walked directly towards the sealed door and gently peeled it open to reveal Hana’s twin, Lana.

Lana who had appeared radiant, though Isabella had known there had been a fakeness to it, with the forced dimpled smile, Lana looked down at her friend before she placed a short kiss against Isabella’s cheek, Isabella who had been surprised by her arrival had taken a step back to allow Lana in. She had looked different, she wore white clothes and had cut her hair just above her shoulders, her appearance drastically different to Hana as they used to be identical.

Lana had appeared as if she had been the Sun itself. Though, if the Isabella had wanted to be truthful, Lana’s essence had been like a light from a flashlight.

“Lana, lovely to see you, what brings you here?” Isabella asked and as Lana closed the door behind her, Lana gently licked her lips as she studied what she was about to say.

She examined their home and took in a deep breath; Isabella had thought that Lana had looked like one of the girls in a perfume ad she’d used to see before the infection took over the world. “What a beautiful home, it always amazes me whenever I walk by,” Lana said, her voice lighter than before, strangely different to her usual tone which had made Isabella feel uncanny. “Kai informed me about the difficult pregnancy you’re having, and I hope you will be better---I know you will be better.”

“Thank you,” Isabella said, aware that Lana had took out something from her pockets. It had appeared like a potion. With its green liqueur, Isabella had speculated if she picked up grass and mixed and mushed it with water.

“Here you go, drink this, it can help the pregnancy,” Lana said and unsure, Isabella took the potion from Lana and quickly examined it before she set it away.

She thanked Lana as they made way to the living room, and while Isabella directed Lana to the living room she had felt like a prey, Lana the tigress and Isabella the lamb. “The Ophanim had told me how much our commune is going to prosper, he is a great man, I have my trust in him, how he’s going to rebuild America, and then rebuild the world.”

If Isabella hadn’t had her back faced towards Lana, she would’ve seen the way her had face twisted, but when Isabella turned around, she had looked up at Lana, Lana whose eyes were filled with hope and faith, it creeped out Isabella. “And what about the missing people? What is the Ophanim going to do about them?”

“Be aware,” Lana began, her face had then fell into a serious position, eyebrows dropped and furrowed, eyes still as she pointed her finger upwards. “Be aware that their disappearances were great sacr---deeds to the community,” Lana corrected with a sigh. “And a great deed for you to have a safe pregnancy,” Lana smiled as she returned both of her palms to pile on top of each other.

Confused, Isabella gently puckered her lip in thought but before she could speak again, her front door was pushed open and there walked in the Ophanim, surprised, Isabella’s eyes widened, he wore a red cloak to symbolise his cardinal superiority, and wore a golden necklace that was a symbol of an Oraphim Angel and its wings. The Ophanim had stood tall, intimidatingly tall and he had a cloak that shaded his face, but when he pulled it down Isabella took in his striking features, he was handsome, but there had been an essence of coldness and dominance that shone bright as stars in his eyes.

He had looked charismatic, so Isabella had comprehended a bit why people were easily taken by him. “Be not afraid of him,” Lana kindly reassured. “He is here to help, to pray,” and without allowing the pregnant woman to say another word, the man had placed his hand against her shoulder and closed his eyes.

“’O Oraphim, give thy power my lord, to heal this sacred woman and the baby she carries in her belly, ‘O Oraphim, come guide and protect this woman and her foetus,” he prayed and joined by Lana who had placed her palm against Isabella’s back, Isabella stood there awkward and disturbed by their words. “’O Oraphim, our greatest Lord our Guide, our Christ, our God, come down and heal the woman and the foetus that’s growing in her belly, Omen.”

Relieved that they had let go of her, the Ophanim had not said another word before he spun on the balls of his feet and directed himself out of the Rosalind home, though excited, Lana stood next to Isabella with a content expression.

“He’s such a man of words,” Lana sighed in approval before she walked towards the exit. Though, with her hand on the door frame, Lana twisted her figure to look back at Isabella who had protectively held her swollen stomach. “See you again, Isabella,” she bid and with a dramatic bow, Lana pounced off her feet fore she left the woman alone.

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THE PRESENT

It had been a couple of days after her interaction with Ivy, and Ellie found herself back under the Rosalind roof, there had been many things that had made Ellie continuously find herself there, and one of them had been Isabella’s cooking, Ivy had not lied when she said her mother was the greatest chef, and it made her envy Ivy on how she was able to grow up with such a mother.

Currently, she had been sprawled against the sofa, had turned one of her shows on while Isabella had been in her open kitchen. She could feel the way Isabella glanced at her every now and then, but she had hoped it would be Isabella to be the one to make conversation, Ivy had been at the Green House, Robin had joined Joel for patrol and Kaylee had been teaching Venus piano in another room on the first floor.

“Food smells nice,” Ellie then said and as Isabella thanked Ellie, she threw more food into the pot.

“I’ve been craving this,” Isabella muttered and as a joke, Ellie turned to look at her, had watched how Isabella easily moved around.

She had been so quick on her feet, had almost moved around the place as if she were ghost. “Time of the month?”

With a smile Isabella nodded in approval. “Venus has been better, more relaxed compared to how she was when she first came here,” and she had been correct, compared to all the Rosalinds, specifically the Rosalind siblings, Venus had found it hard to find proper place here, or to fit in, specifically due to her bite.

With an estranged look, Ellie stared at the woman, if she hadn’t been so beautiful, she would’ve been intimidating, though her striking but kind appearance had sometimes made the Williams girl anxious. “I heard that you were asking Venus what happened before we came to Jackson.”

Caught red-handed, Ellie sat up straight before she quickly atoned for how she snooped into their lives. “Venus told you?”

Isabella shook her head. “I heard when I was behind the door, good hearing,” Isabella answered and as she placed a cooking tool down, Ellie muttered another apology, afraid of how keen their mother had been. “It’s okay,” Isabella sighed. “Everyone is curious about what had happened the night we came to Jackson, but I advise you to not pester Venus about it all the time. It was traumatic for us all, but Venus was traumatised the most. It is what commenced her sleep-walking.”

“When Venus didn’t get infected, the people of the commune we used to belong in believed that Venus was a deity,” Isabella began and intrigued, Ellie set her entire attention towards the woman. “Thought she was a deity brought to Earth, so they worshipped her…exploited her.”

Before the woman continued, she hesitated at the memory that flashed in her mind, all the words she remembered the people they knew before uttered to her, but what she had remembered the most was her anger. “They believed that if Venus laid with them, she’d be able to produce immune children, and there was going to be a special night for it to happen.”

Shocked, Ellie’s eyes widened as the words hit her ears, she could see the way Isabella heavily breathed in, as if she finished climbing a hill. “So, I decided that it would be the day I was going to burn every man who wanted to take part in abusing Venus, and kill the women who enabled it.”

“So, I made them a feast,” Isabella said as she crossed her hands. “And they ate, and unfortunately, so did Robin and Ivy. The food was drugged, and it was hard for them to wake up and escape, so when the commune was burning and I was killing everyone, my other children were asleep, but when Venus and I were able to wake them up, all they saw was disaster, I feel remorse with what I put them through, but the lengths I’ll go to when it comes to protecting my children is unlimited.”

With a sour feeling, Isabella gripped the edge of the island behind her, she had understood why she always lashed out whenever she heard someone attempted to hurt her children or did so, it was younger Rosa feeling and younger Lilith grieving, for the child she once was, for the child that wanted protection, for the child that precisely needed it.

Before any tear could slip out, Isabella scrunched her nose with a sniff ere she turned her back to the Williams girl who couldn’t help but stare at the woman with admiration. “So…you’re like a moralistic slasher?” Ellie inquired, her adolescence in her question had brought a smile to Isabella’s face who couldn’t help but turn to look back at her.

“Exactly like that,” Isabella responded.

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Weeks have gone by and Isabella had invited Kaylee to her home, it had been moments since Kaylee said she’d explain herself to the Rosalind woman, to why her and her brother Adam had attempted to impregnate her, and as much as Isabella had thought of their idea to be not only exploitive, but foolish, though Isabella had time to be annoyed with what they had done, and had no energy to be angry, thus she passed a cup of coffee towards the other woman who had felt like she had slowly shrunk under Isabella’s watchful gaze.

Awkward, Kaylee took a sip of her drink while Isabella impatiently tapped her fingers against her thumb, she then spoke. “Hurry up before Joel comes back and overhears what you tried to do, and he would give the reaction I should’ve when I realised it.”

“It’s not like we randomly tried to get you pregnant the second we saw you,” Kaylee blurted out, her eyes wide with embarrassment, she had been grateful Isabella caught her at a time where no one else would’ve been home, she didn’t want to suffer the judgemental trait Venus had, the little girl was patronising enough. “It’s just that, when I heard you had sex with him, I was happy.”

Confused, Isabella gracelessly laughed. “That’s weird,” Isabella muttered and as Kaylee opened her mouth to speak, Isabella captured the sad glint that faintly sparkled in her eyes.

“I’m infertile,” Kaylee said.

“What does that got to do with me?” Isabella asked.

“Adam isn’t,” Kaylee continued, and with a brief shake, Kaylee put down her drink. “And you’re just so good with kids, and we want to have more family, Adam wants kids the most. I gave up on the idea.”

“I wouldn’t want Adam’s kid,” Isabella stated and with an embarrassed fluster Kaylee played with her fingers as she took a quick examination over Isabella.

As she took in the brief information with the quick scan, Kaylee hastily clenched her jaw. “’I understand,” she breathed, eyes low as she saw the way Isabella stopped tapping her fingers but moved to gently swing her left foot. “I just got excited and wanted to have my own niece and nephew, but I’m glad Toomy and Maria would be having one.”

Confused, Isabella pulled herself forward. “What do you mean?”

Just as perplexed, Kaylee leaned back on the single sofa Isabella had provided to her. “Glowing skin, slightly bigger nose, still beautiful---nothing wrong with having a big nose,” she said as a save, “But how did you not know?” Considering Isabella had more than two kids, Kaylee thought Isabella would be able to catch on when she was showing the symptoms.

With a dark look, Isabella’s eyes slowly fell down to the table. “I cannot be pregnant,” she anxiously laughed as she placed her left hand against her chest, it must’ve been the stress and what had been happening previously which had made Isabella not realise that a new human being was forming inside of her.

“Why not?” Kaylee asked as she moved forward. “You’re an amazing mother, you’ll do well with this one, like you’ve done the others.”

“I wish for you to not tell anyone,” Isabella requested, her wish almost a plead, a beg---and understanding, Kaylee sat up.

“I won’t,” she promised.

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“Feel better?” Joel questioned as he dug his fingers into Isabella’s back, carefully massaged the knots in Isabella’s body as she gently sighed in relief to his touch. Presently they had been in her room, everyone else had been asleep but the Miller man had noticed that there had been a stiffness to Isabella’s movements, hence the woman usually moved like a flow of spring water, it wasn’t hard to miss when she acted different.

He had asked her if anything had been wrong before they had begun the session, and Isabella had spent two minutes in attempt to make him understand that everything was alright. “It feels good,” Isabella sighed, she had wanted to lean on him, excessively but she had reminded herself to be patient.

As he softly pressed a kiss against her shoulder, Joel had then spoken. “You look beautiful today.”

With a smile, Isabella hastily bit her lip. “You always say that.”

“Gotta tell my woman it every day,” Joel sated and with a scrunch of her nose, Isabella rolled her eyes, amused.

“Your woman?” She repeated with a giggle, she had liked the sound of that, and had felt more satisfied when she had felt Joel massage the rest of her body. With a moan, Isabella tilted her head backwards, “I do like the sound of that,” she said, as she felt the texture of his fingers move against her skin, she had only worn her bra and panties, her bump hadn’t showed and Isabella had speculated how long she had been pregnant, Joel as keen as he was didn’t see the difference on her body, and if he did, he probably did not want to insult her by bringing up the shape of her figure.

As he had stroked her hair, he couldn’t help but move his hands to her breast. “They’re so full.”

“I’ve always had big boobs,” Isabella clarified and she turned to look at him the moment she felt him playing with them, she couldn’t help but laugh before she moved her mouth on top of his.

With his eyebrows furrowed, Joel pulled away. “Is there anything wrong?”

“Am I suddenly bad at kissing?” Isabella responded and with a short-humoured scoff, Joel helped Isabella put on her top, she had known that wasn’t what he had meant, whenever there had been something wrong with Isabella, Joel’s senses always seemed to activate. “You’re thinking too much,” she reassured. “Now let us go to sleep.”

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