#threads; lilia

[ladiesandwitches]

"You think because something takes time it's not impressive?" She asked him, the boy who told them the value of analogue magic, that the kind of witchcraft which took time and patience was no less valuable than any other. "Do you know how many give up on things because it's hard, because it takes time?" She asked him. "And you did it while dealing with something new and strange; feeling like a new person, hearing people's thoughts, out there on your own, no coven, no mentor." Lilia looked at him in disbelief, unable to understand how he didn't get it, why he didn't see it the way she did.

"Most people would have given up the moment it got hard. Settled in to something else, drowned out everything, and accepted defeat. You didn't." It was what made him special. Not his bloodline, his gifts, not that he had the power to bring entire worlds into reality; it was his character, his refusal to allow any setback to stop him.

"Fetish, in spellwork, it's representation," She explained, emphasising the word. "You take a puppet or doll, and using your magic you charge it with its purpose," Lilia's voice was every inch the guiding mentor, making every step clear, easy to retain. "In this case to be a receptor for your emotions. Once you're finished, every time your magic leaks out without your permission, the doll will be affected, showing you what's happening." And, if done properly, it would also be where his magic was focused, which hopefully meant less of a chance for an unsuspecting victim. "Understand?"

"That... that wasn't impressive. It took three years. And a lot of luck," Billy chuckled nervously, struggling to laugh off the praise. Three years, all of his memory had been building to the moment the man in the parking garage said the words. It was real. All real, and you're not alone.

There was another boy out there, somewhere, just like him. "Figuring out I wasn't hearing voices, just someone else's inner voice, every book I found that I had to analyze to see if it was real, every spell I discovered. It all took ages."

"I-?" He gaped in horror. "In my defense, you just-!"

He didn't know what to say. You don't talk like that in front of adults, you just don't! And they didn't talk like that in front of his peers, either, not unless it was a horrible health class in which everyone was giggling behind their hands. "I don't know anything about that."

Billy looked down, squeezing his eyes shut. When he spoke, it was completely flat, refusing to show any emotion. "How do you do that."

[confuseuniverse]

i was just searching for screens of lilia's house and couldn't help but notice the amount of pearl curtains she owes like girl i know how much time it takes to make i see how you spend those evenings

+ lmao she's petty about the stereotypical image of witches as if her business wasn't the spitting image of the divination witch clichés

+ just a picture of her kitchen because i find it cute

[grilledcheeseandguavajelly]

Everyone on the internet going “but where was Rio at the end of the episode?? Where did she go?? Why wasn’t she with the rest of the coven???” Like. BABES. There was a DEAD BODY in that house. A DEAD HUMAN BODY. There was a dead human body IN THE HOUSE. Sit on it. Think for a second. Yeah? Yeah?? Thereeee we go you go there 👏🏼👏🏼

[egophiliac]

HOW WE FEELING ABOUT THE UPCOMING NEWSS 👹👹👹

man, it's a good thing they stopped doing the episode 7 SSRs, because I'm really low on keys and gems right now and --

OH NO

[ladiesandwitches]

"Because some witches aren't exactly trustworthy," she replied sagely. "Some less so than others. Have you heard of Agatha Harkness?" She asked, uncertain if Agatha's infamy was widespread enough to reach a witch new to this particular world, this realm. "A witch who kills other witches. For sport and for power. Someone like that tends to put other witches on edge," Lilia concluded pointedly.

"But, I could maybe help you, if you're looking for a coven," she added, feeling instinctive empathy for a witch alone, longing for connection. Just because Lilia had chosen a life of solitude for reasons she didn't care to get into with a stranger, didn't mean she didn't miss the support and community of a coven, of a family of witches around you. Even if she hadn't been able to save them in the end.

"I could...divine some names for you," she offered. "Point you in the right direction."

"Distrusting of humans, yes, always, but why another witch?" she asked in confusion. "The second other witches realize I'm one of them, instead of feeling relief they seem to be immediately on edge. I've tried building a coven here, and no one will give it a single thought."

"I can't bring myself to trust anyone save for another witch, yet none of them trust me. Witches are stronger together but it seems like they would rather continue to be isolated on their own, serving humans out of all things. Being complacent."

[ladiesandwitches]

@thehxrkness

"I have worked for centuries to beat back every stereotype, every assumption, about witches and our culture, and at every turn I hear some new wicked deed of yours that undoes it all, like that, poof!" Lilia protested. unbridled irritation filling her voice as she jabbed a finger at Agatha. "You know you're the reason people used to think I caused the storms rather than just predicting them."

[rayroseu-reblogs]

HEADPAT HEADCANON where Malleus observes the difference between Maleficia's headpat and Lilia's. For Lilia, when he pets Malleus, its more rough and kind of feels like ruffling his hair but not messy, with Maleficia, its slow and she pets from one motion only (like moving her hand from left to right).

Lilia often looks at Malleus whenever he pets him, with a cheeky smile as if congratulating a little kid even if Malleus is grown now, but Maleficia closes her eyes whenever she gives him a headpat as if to savor the moment (or my angst reason that she doesn't look bcs Malleus looks like Meleanor, its not that she hates it, but its that she doesnt want to relate Malleus with Meleanor when he's his own person, so she tries to differentiate them in her mind by memorizing what "Malleus feels like"), She also looks more calmer whenever she pets him.

Unlike Lilia who gives him a headpat to congratulate, Maleficia gives a headpat as if to soothe a child. For Malleus, It feels embarassing for Lilia to think of him as a child, but Malleus doesnt mind it when Maleficia thinks of him like that.

Lilia's headpats can be gained by doing something he'll be proud of (like getting along with humans) but Maleficia's headpats can be rare bcs she does it randomly (whenever she reminisces how she tried to hatch him or she remembers Meleanor😭) and Malleus can't pinpoint the cause of it but he welcomes it still because its one of the affection gestures that Maleficia often does

[irafuwas]

I've been ruminating all day today about why Lilia keeps such a distance from those he loves, and why he never refers to Silver as his son or to himself as Silver's father. And then I was suddenly struck by the thought that he might not think himself worthy of claiming Silver as his child, and now I need to lie down.

And you know what, why would he? He is the Great General Vanrouge of the Imperial Guard, after all. Feared by so many, and celebrated by so few. How much blood has been spilled by his hands over the centuries? How many long-forgotten nations has he wiped from the face of the planet? How many houses razed, lives ruined, families destroyed? His lot in life has always been to burn and to maim and to take, but never to keep.

Of course he wouldn't allow himself the privilege of claiming this unknowing, undoubting child as his son. Because he doesn't deserve it, and he doesn't deserve him. Not he, whose iridescent eyes pierce him deeper through his heart than any blade he's ever met; the shimmering antithesis to all the wrong he's done in this world.

No, he's simply there to watch over the child until the time comes for him return to his real family. Nothing more, nothing less. ("It's easier this way." Lilia murmurs to himself in the pitch black of their small cabin, careful to keep his voice low as the boy's small chest slowly rises and falls as he slumbers in the cot next to his. But every morning, when the pale sunlight that slips through the windows gently urges the child awake and he turns to face Lilia, his thin lips curling up into a toothy smile and his cheeks rosy from the cold, Lilia finds himself wondering more and more if he still believes that.)

[ladiesandwitches]

Lilia nearly choked on her fry as laughter spilled through her bite. She covered her mouth in an effort to both uphold a dining etiquette and to stem the laughter; Agatha wasn't exactly the type of witch to take a joke at her expense. Not that many witches were.

"You were driving a desk in your living room?" She manged to ask, laughter not quite defeated. She wasn't going to lie to herself and say that wasn't something she wished she could have seen. "How? What did Wanda's spell even do to you?"

She had heard the rumours, every witch had, that the infamous Agatha Harkness was finally declawed, left powerless with no memory or knowledge of who she really was. And they'd all known that this punishment had been at the hands of the Scarlet Witch; beyond that not many details had actually been known. Lilia had assumed that Agatha had been living the life of an ordinary neighbour in Westview. But apparently not.

"Have a donut," Lilia told her, feeling a little bad for Agatha. Despite everything the witch had done over the centuries, how cruel she could be, there were other things Lilia had seen on The Road. And no witch should be made to forget who they are. "Enjoy the taste of something you didn't steal."

Lilia's chastisement only met with a dramatic shrug, arms outstretched at her sides palms up with a mocking grin. Agatha pulled the chair out, pausing to shoot a far from pleased look Lilia's way. "I don't want to talk about it." She grumbled before settling into the seat, kicking one foot up on another empty chair as she leaned back, arm over the backing and gaze directed away. "And excuse me if I'm not exactly financially stable after spending the last three years driving a desk in my living room. I only came because the kid was busy lying to his parents and I needed a place with an ample supply of suckers." Lifting her free arm, she made a sweeping gesture out towards the mall. Mostly she'd needed a distraction. The way Rio and her had left things...and the deal Agatha had made to buy them more time loomed in the back of her mind: like those annoying timers in the trials...counting down while Billy wasted time grieving and coping with accidentally killing half his coven. Actually, at current count: less than half...only the one if you took into account Alice was Agatha's doing...and did Mrs. Hart really count?

[nicolestueck]

location: heron club time: after closing time @sntsnoialles

It wasn't unusual, for Nicole to stay at the club even after closing. The tables all cleaned and the floor swiped. There was little reason for her to stay but in the solitude and quiet of a usually loud place, Nicole found a calming comfort that she couldn't found outside. The moonlight barely streaming into the place bringing her a company she used to despise. The longing she had grown accustomed to settling in her belly at the sight of it. Even if she sometimes wished still she didn't have to succumb to the moon every month, no matter how long, the experience didn't get nicer, easier.

It was the sound of steps approaching that caught her attention, raising her eyes from the papers in front of her. Numbers and orders and a bunch of things that weren't sinking in at the moment anyway. Nicole turned right on time to catch sight of blonde hair and her nose, sharper than a human's, caught the scent of the familiar perfume, her heartbeat increasing just with the sweet aroma. Still she sighed, looked down again at the papers, cigarette in hand, she didn't bother look up as she spoke. "You're not allowed in here, you know? I think I've told you this before."

[athenamarchmain]

✧･ﾟ— CLOSED STARTER @noailles

— ATHENA’S MANHATTAN HOME ; MORNING

Despite being a master at them, social events drained Athena’s energy especially when the attendees were people she didn’t particularly like. New faces were easier to deal with, she found, and she didn’t have to maintain her false feelings on whether she liked the piece of art somebody got ten years ago that they still rabbit on about or whether she liked a dress someone had on that had clearly been worn at an engagement the previous week. Nothing irritated Athena more than having to pretend to like something, but she had to grin and bare it if she wanted something badly enough. Unfortunately that was the case last night.

The morning after a big social event was always more quiet that usual. Athena found herself staying the extra hour in bed and rose when Darcy, the maid, had set out the table for eating, complete with continental breakfast items like croissants, granola, and orange slice, as well as a fresh pot of coffee. It all looked incredibly appetising and after only consuming alcohol the night before it made her hungry, so, wrapped in her favourite dressing gown and with her hair let loose, she sat down at the table and grabbed a croissant and some butter.

By the time Athena had finished and reached for the coffee pot, her daughter made an appearance.

“Lilia,” she greeted, cracking the faintest of smiles. “Breakfast is ready; come and sit... Oh, and you must tell me what you thought of the party last night. Wasn’t it just exhausting?”

[ladiesandwitches]

"I said that to you?" Lilia asked, though the question was as much to itself as it was to Zelda. "I told you that I wasn't the same person."

Another gap. Lilia tried to understand how long the gap had been. Had she simply been passing through, taken mid-conversation, and gone again before it could be continued? Or had there been more?

Lilia hesitated, wondering how to explain, or whether it should be explained at all. So often people didn't press it, they simply moved on, dismissing her throwaway phrases as unimportant, that she was...spacey. Kooky.

"What you heard--" Lilia paused, struggling to put it into words what was so hard for so many to understand. "It was from another conversation," she finally said.

Zelda could only stare for a moment. Was this witch having a laugh? Or was there something seriously wrong with her? "Do you truly not recall what you were saying all of three seconds ago? You said you're not the same person you were eighteen minutes ago. What did you mean by that?" Was she having some sort of episode?

[iunctura-arch]

I'M DYING OF LAUGHTER I CAN'T-

[unbeleveable]

open - lilia

"Which is it? Am I wispy or am I kooky?"

[sanguismaleficarum]

@kiingsroar: Leona vc: you are old

"Those are some big words coming from a raggedy little kitten like you"

[ladiesandwitches]

"No, I don't know you, not personally," Lilia admitted freely, keeping her energy calm despite the waves of chaotic aggression she could feel careening at her from the other, as her own mind thought of Teen, of Billy.

"A prophecy isn't inevitable," Lilia told her with a sigh. It was another thing that so many people got wrong, because the way prophecies were spoken about was always in obsoletes. Prophecies were no more certain than any future. "People think they are and it makes them self-fulfilling. Don't fall into that trap, Wanda."

“ you don't know me , or the LIFE that was taken from me . ” . they're all the same, each and every one of them. no one understood her pain, her suffering and everything that has happened the past few years of her life, destruction? she laughed at the mention , then glared . ( it seemed that her life had always been destruction from the very beginning ) — "well isn't that why it's a prophecy, the inevitability . tell me why , none of you , decided to end it, end me sooner . because you know, this is supposed to happen. "