Gone But Not Forgotten

[acrookedchild]

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.)

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[acrookedchild]

"Oh, God. Don't even talk to me about something like that." Yet, in a way, it makes Abby smile. Simply the absurdity of the idea. A Widdowson at the top of the Night Council? First off, far too many people wouldn't let that stand. Second... Well. There might have been something in those pale eyes. Some little flicker of a woman she had yet to become. Because... just maybe...

Not for a few years, no, but if it were possible...

"Let me adjust to just having Midnight answer to me first, huh?"

Because she did stand as their High Priestess now. The covens who were willing to come forward had all turned to her. It was daunting, but it was also a small victory in light of the loss at Barnet. And the humiliation of her meeting with Sylvia Redbright. Now, it was merely a waiting game. At the very least, they were safe. The truce was nothing more than an impasse, but it bought them time.

[stauncherhearted]

That smile- it was good to see, and Nancy had to let her own lips echo Abby's. It was good to see a smile around now and then. And that flicker- whatever it was, Nancy wasn't sure if it was good, or not. But she wouldn't say anything. Not tonight.

"Yeah, let's start with that," she said, raising her glass towards Abby. "You're the right woman for this job- make no mistake." No one else she'd rather have had take the reigns.

She paused for a moment. "It's awful to say, but there's a silver lining in this. Midnight's more united than ever."

[acrookedchild]

Abby raised her own glass and tapped the rim of Nancy's with hers.

"We were scattered, separated... but they're starting to show themselves. Member by member, coven by coven." She made herself smile a little more. Because it was a step in the right direction. "We just have to keep them together and keep our heads up."

[stauncherhearted]

Nancy smiles, and it's a strange one. It wobbles and shifts, hardly reaching her eyes, but her eyes are dark and dangerous. She drinks. "Redbright gave us a common enemy." And few things united people like hate, unfortunately.

But they were at a stand-still. Fine. She could accept it. She didn't want to fight, she didn't want politics. She wanted to be safe. Even drunk.

[acrookedchild]

Abigail raised her glass in a silent toast to the last statement before she drank. That was the one good thing about their failing in Enfield. It had established them as a force to be reckoned with. Sylvia Redbright was a clear opponent, and that let them have a cause to rally behind.

But... that was the easy part.