#d. oraculumx

[lulucretias]

closed starter for @oraculumx location: necromanteoin's summit note: it's lit

Lucretia felt like she was really on cloud nine right now. She was sure that nothing could ever top the feeling that she felt right now. It sure as hell helped with whatever self-doubt she'd had following everyone she spoke to. Nettelia had no faith in her. Bebe didn't either. It was only the Asphodel and the one person that had always had her back regardless of anything that could ever happen. And she would always have his as well. "My little croissant." She ran up to him and grabbed his shades off his face to put on her own. "Tell me how fucking cool I looked doing that. Come on, you know it was awesome."

[lulucretias]

Somehow, it felt like the Asphodel had not let her go yet. She didn't really expect it from Bastien given their several thousand years of friendship, but the rest of them just confused her. She had turned on them and made a choice that would probably backfire on her eventually. August was...well, currently in a padded room. Yurena had an entire coven to run now even though it was just one of her. Yurena. There was a part of her that was annoyed by the lots they had been given. Where the witch had seemed to be pardoned, she had gotten nothing. She was here sulking with no real goal other than to just keep living her life. And that fucking sucked. "Bastien, I don't know what your coven is supposed to do now. I'm not a part of it anymore. Why don't you as the Pythia?"

where. his house? her house? where do they live now?? who. @lulucretias

The Asphodel coven was no more. The Necronomicon was no more. While his magic remained, his oracle abilities still within his grasp, Bastien hadn't the slightest idea what to actually do. Pythia was still with them, likely within the depths of the shadows, and it was also likely something he should be doing. Blood was on his hands, of those that had remained dead and those that had come back when the timelines had been twisted. Who was to say that revenge was not on the table? That justice should have been served more heavily to many of the Asphodel members. Maybe that's why he was pacing around the living room, an unlit cigarette nearly destroyed between his fingers, "What are we supposed to do? Stand around with our dicks in our hands?" That was the saying, was it not?

[lulucretias]

closed starter for @oraculumx​ location: necromanteion in her room or bastien’s note: pre-plot drop

“So Wendy’s is ruined for me now, but you know what would be really awesome? Taco Bell.” She looked into the mirror and put a pair of shades on her face, examining them for a moment before pulling them off. Then she turned to look over at her oldest friend. There was a lot she could do without him, but she just didn’t want to. Whenever she got her memories back in her several lives, it seemed like he was the only person she had ever truly sought out. Lucretia had always wanted happiness for him however it came to him, but it was never easy to accomplish for the likes of them. Even if it was never given to her though, she would make sure he got it. Nevertheless, that didn’t stop her from annoying him at any given moment. She put the shades back on and then sat back down next to him. “Before that though...” She paused. “What’s in the future for us? I don’t mean for the coven. Just us.”

[lulucretias]

closed starter for @oraculumx​

The bench he was on was simply calling her name. The Necromanteion was an interested change of pace for them, but she would get used to it. Grabbing his glasses from his face, she sat down next to him, putting them on her own. “How’d you fare? On a scale of one to ten. One being ‘I was so fucked that a vampire bit me’ and ten being ‘My asshole is whistling because Levent fucked me’. Be honest.” Fucking with him was her favorite thing to do. Plus, it took her mind off of her own relationship stuff. Relationship stuff? Lucretia had so much emotional baggage to unpack. Who even described it like that? Nevertheless, she would tell him about what happened with her, too. “I think the night was a solid eight for me which is code for ‘A demon kissed me and a vampire did not bite me’. Maybe it should be a nine though. I’m not sure. August did turn someone into a strigoi so that was pretty fun.”

[lulucretias]

As he produced another pair of sunglasses, she wanted to cry tears of joy. However, that just wasn't how she rolled. Definitely not around Bastien at least. So she immediately pulled the shades off of her face and threw them to the ground before stomping on them. Then she grabbed the ones he had just grabbed from his jacket and put them on. "Do you have another pair now, my little croissant?" Her hand lifted to pat his face as she looked around at the necromanteion. "Oh, let's. I've always wondered how phoenix fire would work."

Lucretia was the biggest menace to ever... well, menace. And he would continue to think so until his dying breath, should that moment ever actually come. From the inside of his jacket, Bastien produced another pair of glasses however. He had learned long before to always keep himself prepared in the event her little claws snatch one pair. "Yes, little Lulu, I was indeed fucking with you. It seems you've lost your touch these days," he chided, with that same smirk still proudly worn. "Now, shall we see what these new powers of yours can do?"

[lulucretias]

"The answer is immediately no." Thankfully, he stopped his question before he finished it. Lucretia always stole his sunglasses and today would be no different. If he didn't want them stolen, maybe he wouldn't buy any at all. She'd told him to make sure to buy two pairs just in case. Had he listened to her though? Of course not. Whatever though. His were still very much free real estate. "Close second? No, it was actually the best moment of my life. The vindication was life-changing." Then she saw the smirk on his face. "Oh, you were fucking with me. I'm actually pretty annoyed I didn't pick that up immediately."

"Do you ever get tired of ---," words were cut off prematurely, as her grubby little hands reached up to steal the very special sunglasses that sat upon his nose. Why did he bother wearing them, when he knew that she would steal them the moment she saw them? "I much preferred watching the witch and vampire be fed to the book, but I suppose what you did was a close second." The words, however, did not soon match the smirk that transformed his features. Of course what Lulu had done was quite possibly the coolest, as she had put it, thing to be seen that day.