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undergrounds2015-10-23 11:48 am
acrookedchild) wrote in undergrounds2015-10-23 11:48 am
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Gone But Not Forgotten
The last day of October has many meanings, as does almost every holiday. For a Widdowson, Samhain means one of two things, it not both.
Samhain might be a time to tap into the powerful magic that has bled into the walls of Geap Manor, centuries of darkness, sacrifice, and rituals mean to increase the abilities of those who walked these halls. It might also be a time to remember the dead, as the Widdowson line is filled with those who left the world earlier than they perhaps should have.
Abigail Widdowson has embraced the latter.
A great deal of the supernatural community is in mourning. Between the fae's attack on Croyden, the battle in Barnet between the circles, the Blood Moon, and the Islington 'recruitment drive' there are many dead who would otherwise be alive. Which is why Abigail has opened her home on Samhain to all those who wish to remember the ones lost.
(Headings will be provided but feel free to make your own! The whole of the supernatural community has been invited, again with the warning that hostilities will not be tolerated.)
Samhain might be a time to tap into the powerful magic that has bled into the walls of Geap Manor, centuries of darkness, sacrifice, and rituals mean to increase the abilities of those who walked these halls. It might also be a time to remember the dead, as the Widdowson line is filled with those who left the world earlier than they perhaps should have.
Abigail Widdowson has embraced the latter.
A great deal of the supernatural community is in mourning. Between the fae's attack on Croyden, the battle in Barnet between the circles, the Blood Moon, and the Islington 'recruitment drive' there are many dead who would otherwise be alive. Which is why Abigail has opened her home on Samhain to all those who wish to remember the ones lost.
(Headings will be provided but feel free to make your own! The whole of the supernatural community has been invited, again with the warning that hostilities will not be tolerated.)
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"She brought a vampire into our negotiations. I do not trust her in the slightest."
And that wasn't even the worst thing that had been done to her that night. But she couldn't say anything about that. Not here. She didn't dare mention it aloud.
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"Why?" Or more importantly. "Was the vampire there to threaten you?"
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She wants to leave it at that, just make it something remarked upon but not otherwise a focus of attention. But mentioning it brings back the memories. Seeing the fangs, feeling the hold, the hands on her, her mouth being forced open. She shudders visibly and closes her eyes tight to keep tears from falling.
It takes several seconds before she can stand up straight and open her eyes, though she knows she still looks ready to cry. When she can finally swallow the lump in her throat, she only says, "An ace up her sleeve, you could say."