#but without all of it he wouldn't have met selene.. wouldn't have found his calling during the calamity...

[swiftcast-selene]

Day 2: Home

sometimes it's hard to think of the shadow of a castrum as "home", but... it's much harder to deny the effect the Shroud and its people have had on him.

[witchcraftandburialdirt]

A man taking his last breath was always an interesting feat, but what was even more startling was the arrow that found it's mark and the beeing that fired it. Yes it was a mask Robin had seen well before standing in the moonlight, ethereal, untouched by mortals who readily embraced their end, "The child still sees us dear wolf." The wolf's teeth glint like daggers in the moonlight almost grinning as it's haunting gaze met the soul it had torn apart before, "All the more fair to chase!" The lamb hums tilting it's head, but it knew all too well Wolf's chase wouldn't be had this day.

Robin had been touched, his final rest stolen away by someone far out of their control, he'd keep running as long as that demon wanted him to no matter if he wanted to rest. Such is the price of hubris. They always spend so long running, but they never stop to think about why, "They can't be touched. Sad isn't it? To be denied their own rest." The Wolf's disappointment filled the air now looking impatient that they're sticking around, but the air was filled with the sick it'd only be a matter of time before another last breath was taken.

── 𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 ── LEAGUE VERSE

It wasn't their voices which drew his attention, nor the luminous arrow that seemed to graze through his wintry tresses, it was the spine tingling terror that managed to grip his chest. What was it called? Oh yes - Primal fear. That pesky little gut feelings humans had adapted since their introduction into the world; something that stalled his desperate hands and prickled each hair on the column of his neck to stand. And now ... so many questions entered the back of his mind, stewing up poison stew filled with chunks of anxiety and numbing familiarity. That was when Wolf's gruff tone met his ear, lacerating the air between the two of them just as he had lacerated Robin's soul all of those ears ago. A thousand canines sinking into his neck, mind, stomach - plucking the spectral sinews from his soul's aura.

Bulging selenic eyes kept their stare - and the cruel realization sank in; they were clear as day. They appeared like an old friend, lit up in the brilliant rays of sun cascading through the Ionian canopy ... Despite his fear, his horror - every fiber of his being begging him to run away he felt the innate urge to follow like a loyal pup. The mage stepped forward without much thought, the tingling ice of death that tickled his skin was beginning to melt away into sweet bliss ... He felt weaker and weaker as his precious mortal life slipped away from him, color draining from his face, and his tongue reflected a distant flavor of stagnant water with iron. A memory was creeping to the surface, only peeking its rotting head from the swampy folds across his brain - it felt like searing metal across the blood barrier. Robin's body and mind were at odds, one screaming to flee and the other earning for Lamb to nock her bow; the abyss would be better than this hell, than the toxic fumes of Zaun choking him. Zaun ... Home ... A cursed city. He hesitated in his steps, chilled by the knowledge that no matter what he did then that he could not stop his life from draining away.

What was he supposed to be doing that night?

It's hard to recall - how did he end up here? Surely when he woke up that morning he didn't imagine it would be his last day alive - the sunrise had destroyed all thought of that. He was impossible to reach, seated under the power of Miss Renata Glasc; and now ... All of his associates were so close, just a cry away and they would have heard him right? Robin's voice didn't even have chance to catch the fuming air around him. His head ached as every trace of warmth his body harbored began to run down his temple and into his eyes, down his arms and through his fingertips, that lovely sanguine ichor dripping into the puddles below his boots. Another blow to his head sent him to the cobblestone floor of Zaun's back alleys, only a single gasp of air was allowed before his nose and mouth half sank into the puddles shallow depths. Skin, cloth, blood found its way under his nails as he struggled and fought back, feeling a moment of solace once the man pulled away; only for it to shatter and split him apart like the blade slithering between the bars of his ribs. Once. Twice. Three times -

He was paralyzed by his weakness, every drop of pride evaporating into a mist of complete and utter helplessness. Robin's nerves began to soften, each sense being more and more blurred as the puddle's water found its way into his mouth once more and began to dissolve away that radiant, golden life force. His legs sank into the concrete below as the hands gripping the collar of his assailant drooped uselessly, he didn't register the supposed shock of pain at the blade twisting inside of him. An immense weight was pulling him deeper into the earth, coaxing him. As if the very dirt was calling his name.

... So many teeth ...

A bolt tipped with the poison of domination pierced through him, pulling him out of the wicked dream in front of him - a growl of warning that chided him for awakening the memory. Zaun's harsh toxicity blended into the soft hues of Ionia, the blood and black stains of his memory were stripped away - and he was once again staring at the being. The mage silently lifted his supplies, a satchel of herbs and thread which spiraled through a close needle, the tip begging to be punctured into the injured flesh of the living. There was more work to be done, he couldn't rest now ...

He never could.

[hazelcephalopod]

The Great Hunt Ch 21-22

Inns and Lore! A far more pleasant experience with some allies gained and others lost.

Disclaimer: this is my first read thru but I’ve watched all of the show thus far and been spoiled on some book things. So… I’m going to lean into that. Enjoy figuring out what I know, and what I think I know, and what I just don’t. Also s/x I add commentary when I edit.

Spoilers for the first and second book and all of season 1 under the cut. Potential spoilers for later books -idk if they’re light spoilers or not.

21: The Nine Rings

That’s the name of the inn too

Harp

POV Rand

Inn chapter?! Why am I excited for this? (Editors note. They barely leave the inn. It’s kinda awesome!)

Oh great. Soldiers

Probably was

Inkeeper: Maglin Madwen

Lol. Chill man!

Technically true. The found it already

Her husband was an asshole. Apparently they are in Cairhien now? (Editors note. Or very close because they still talk as if they are going there. Maybe it’s also the name of the capital?)

Cairhienin are all known schemers according to Maglin. She’s from Lugard tho (I soon learn this is because they just take political conniving and court politics to a new extreme)

Do they have money?

Is this just curry?

Unsurprisingly the Two Rivers seasoning options were limited

Also. Food!

Don’t. Do it. You have too much attention already (editors note. Guess what?)

He’s going to do it isn’t he?

Yup. He’s letting them assume he’s a lord and playing the flute in the inn now (editors note. Is that what you guessed? Good job! /genuine)

…everyone is going to assume the Two Rivers is basically it’s own kingdom by the end of all this aren’t they?

Cap Aldrin Caldevwin of the Cairhien military. Met. Apologizing for his men singing. Lol

Ffs he’s now just going around telling everyone his name and address. That’s kinda funny

Oh he’s testing him. Luckily Rand has been cursed by the pattern to be important and know important shit.

… I get now why he’s been set up as a lord. Glad it’s becoming amusing

On of the barmaids, Catrine dropped a lantern just as Aldrin asked Selene her name. She didn’t reply

…b/c she def caused Catrine to drop that lantern

She’s not even that good an actress it seems?

What’s the Foregate?

Men from there are excavated the stature. The Wizard orb one

Galladrian? Oh! That’s the king. He’s part of the scheme to frame Bayle Domon. (Which makes him my enemy)

Also Selene has gone upstairs because she doesn’t feel well. (Editors note. Pretty sure she uh… left then)

Ah. “Daes Dae’mar… The Great Game. The Game of Houses, some call it. This Caldevwin thinks you must be doing something to your advantage or you wouldn't be here. And whatever you're doing might be to his disadvantage, so he has to be careful." -Hurin when Rand asks why Caldevwin seemed so suspicious of them/Rand

Lol. This might be fun yea. Rand really doesn’t have many plans beyond ‘help friend. Maintain deep denial about various things. Try to be nice. Avoid all the servants of the dark (poorly)’

…I say poorly because like he does do it but he keeps running into more. So it’s like a balance to the point it seems like he’s doing a bad job but really no.

Oh yea. “The Great Game? What game?” -Rand. This will be good

It politics. Just feudal politics and court drama

…all southerners do it according to Hurin. Tho I’m pretty sure just everyone does some version of that

Oh no Selene left /s. Ju… just such a. A shame. Darn. /s (more)

… she left a letter. No I won’t repeat it

Well Caldevwin is just set himself to go with Rand now. Oh no just his men. New leader dude, Elricain Tavolin, hasn’t said a word yet.

Rand ‘huh. Idk. But ok. Should help ward off all the people following us’

So Aldrin had the inn watched -according to Hurin who is likely telling the truth and maybe has super hearing- and Selene got away without being seen. B/c of course she did

“Nothing is happening the way I expect.” -Rand… bud, you still have expectations?

22: Watchers

(Editors not this answers my final question. The title of the chapter. At least in part)

Sword

POV Moiraine

“Nothing is happening the way I expect.” -Moiraine. (Lmao) to Lan.

She appears to be in a densely packed library. Of books. No idea about the people yet (I soon learn it’s not really a public library and only Lan is there rn)

Ok she’s in Tifan’s Well, Arafel. Home of this old Aes Sedai couple. Adeleas and Vandene

“The villagers came to the sisters for advice on their problems and cures for their ills, and valued them as women blessed by the Light, but no more. Adeleas and Vandene had gone into voluntary retreat together so long ago that few even in the White Tower remembered they still lived.” -Tgh. Sounds wonderfullly gay to me. Good for them.

They just decided ‘eh white towers a bit tedious let’s go cottage core it up in the middle of fucking nowhere village and retire as village grannies’. Excellent

With a Warder. Also very old. Still very good for the three of them then.

…don’t tell me when it comes crashing down this is very fun rn

They plan to write a book on the history of the world since the Brwaking. That may be verbatim. I love them more and more (editors note. I just continue to love them. Especially Vandene, who we shortly meet)

“Movement caught her eye, and she turned. Lan was lounging against the yellow brick fireplace, as imperturbable as a boulder.” -(Moiriane). “Lounging”. This story really has a lot between the lines s/x I swear

Oh wow this is great. So, Moiraine and Lan met while when she was young and seemingly freshly minted Sedai. Following her attempting to question Lan he threw her into a pond. Then built a fire and a sort of tent for her to warm up. And then she dumped half the pond on him with the power and it seems they had a prank war for the next week or so while traveling together. But she’d already decided to ask him to be her Warder the first day.

Honestly I find Lan having more a dry humor then I’ve seen credited to him

…people do not loose deep humor that leads them to ruthlessly prank their best friend. Not entirely

And the elation has come crashing down. “Before we left Tar Valon I made arrangements, should anything happen to me, for your bond to pass to another. When you feel my death, you will find yourself compelled to seek her out immediately. I do not want you to be surprised by it." -Moiraine to Lan. Wtf Moiraine? He did not know this (I very quickly learn he is far from pleased by this)

Apparently the Bond can be used to compel a Warder. Yikes

Ma’am not really your choice to make

That is quite sad tho

His Bond will pass to a green sister named Myrelle (I soon learn she has three other Warders already)

Oh he’s rightly mad

Oh and too be passed onto yet another once the right one is find (Editors note. Pretty sure Moiraine believes it will be Nynaeve. Still like girl… no. Not like this)

"Has all this talk been a test- a test!- to see if you could make my bond rub? After all this time? From the day I pledged to you, I have ridden where you said ride, even when I thought it foolish, even when I had reason to ride another way. Never did you need my bond to force me. On your word I have watched you walk into danger and kept my hands at my sides when I wanted nothing more than to out sword and carve a path to safety for you. After this, you test me?" -Lan to Moiraine

Sounds like a test or means of pushing him away. Girl what are you doing?

The fuck? People need guidance? Lan was right.

Ma’am are you ok? (She not)

Well the Bond can be released. So… there’s that. (Seems like a lot to unwrap there tbh)

Girl… no

…like truly. I think you misjudged a redwood for a branch. But also forgot how to treat humans

Moiraine… has never felt jealousy over any man? Ever? Until right now? Which Tbf he is her best friend who may actually be falling in love love for the first time. So. Fair. But the never feeling jealousy over a man is curious

Still disappointed in Moiriane but understanding where she is at helps. I still love her

K

I’m… I got thoughts. But this is like decent romance writing. Like… yea.

The sisters Warder is Jaem

A green and a brown? Vandene and Adeleas respectively. I assumed both we’re of the brown Ajah. I’m excited to be here!

"’Whatever it is, you don't even seem to know where to look.’ Vandene shifted some of the books and manuscripts on the table, shaking her head. ‘So many subjects. The Trolloc Wars. The Watchers Over the Waves. The legend of the Return. Two treatises on the Horn of Valere. Three on dark prophecy, and— Light, here’s Santhra’s book on the Foresaken. Nasty, that. As nasty as this on Shader Logoth. And the Prophecies of the Dragon, in three translations and the original.” -Vandene. She’s kinda throwing caution to the wind huh?

Lol. There’s a rumor someone has already found the horn?! That’s great

Ok. More lore time. According to Vandene (who would know), the Horn -of Valere- isn’t mentioned in the Prophecies of the Dragon, nor at all linked to him. But must be found before the Last battle. Which the Dragon will fight. The only potential link to Toman Head is a line in PotD “…Five ride forth, and four return. Above the watchers shall he proclaim himself bannered cross the sky in fire..” (Vandene. Tgh)

She also believes that the word watchers (ma’vron, which technically means something more than just watchers, a’vron) refers to the Watchers Over the Waves and therefore will appear “above Toman Head, in Arad Domain, or Saldaea.” But she thinks perhaps it means Taim, who hasn’t been caught by the Tower yet.

Lol. Who knows maybe you’ll survive and finish it yet! (The history book)

Onto Shadar Logoth. Mordeth used “the tactics of the Darkfriends against the Darkfriends”. Also apparently Adeleas knows all about Shadar Logoth. It’s not linked to the Dragon in any of the prophecies or whatnot. Only one false dragon had any connection to it (Yurian Stonebow, who is familiar). No idea why a Fade would have any interest in it or in an object from there it as it destroys shadowspawn -and any creature of light or dark, except Mordeth.

She says she doesn’t know much about Foresaken tho. Other than what is taught to Novices. Which… seems like they were trained many years apart might be a good idea to exchange notes

“The Daughter of the Night remains as much a mystery as if she truly had cloaked herself in darkness… Lanfear was linked to the Dragon, to Lews Therin Telamon.” -Vandene on Lanfear

Oh wow. More lore. Uhh. Vandene is of the opinion that the Dragon Reborn must face the Dark One and then be defeated/neutralized himself before he goes mad and destroys the world. And that the Amyrlin will surely call upon all the sisters to get him to do the first and then to do the second. Also, the seals on the Dark One are clearly weakening. Considering all the strange events happening they must be.

K

What? A Draghkar?! Do they have siren powers?

… and energy vampire/soul and life draining powers to the point of death with its kiss… uhh. That sounds very familiar. Not form this series tho!

“Embrace death!” -Lan and Jaem. Uhhh. No. Wtf

At least they killed it

That is an odd quirk of the Power

She’s just saying the Black Ajah warded that Draghkar. Telling them to cover it up and leaving. The end. ‘That’s weird. The bad ones did it. Uh. Bye? Huh? I gotta go. Good luck!’

I am honestly not sure which answer she’s found. Have to think on that.

[pretoriafics]

Russian Roulette - Pt. 4

In this series, you will find: Alternative Universe, Soulmate plot, Angst, Fluff. In this chapter, you will find: Things finally make sense, and now you can fight. Word count: 2.069 Pairings: Reader x Platonic! Scott and Stiles Original characters of this chapter: Haytham, your brand new mentor. Warnings: English is not my main language <3 Yeah, it was based on Russian Roulette by Rihanna Russian Roulette series: Chapter Three | Chapter Five RUSSIAN ROULETTE MASTERLIST TEEN WOLF MASTERLIST

It wasn't hard to find the address the lady wrote you. That address took you to the limits of Beacon Hills, in a lonely and old church on the top of a hill. The wooden doors were open, so you came in.

"Hello? Mr. Haytham Conwell?"

You aren't seeing anybody. Actually, the church was pretty silent. Maybe you came to the wrong place...

"I've never seen you here."

You turn and see an old man, with an eyeglass on his face. He seems so confused as you.

"Oh, hi, good morning!" You give him a smile "I'm (Y/N). Do you know where I can find Mr. Haytham Conwell?"

"I am Haytham Conwell, lady. What do you need in the lord's house?"

Oh, you found him!

"Someone told me you can help me to find answers."

"What kind of answers?"

"A few friends of mine were hiding a secret, but now..." You let out a long sigh "I think this secret is worse than I thought. I mean, maybe you'll think I'm insane and-"

"Who sent you here?"

His expression became darker and, despite thinking about how an old priest could help you, you tell him the story about the ginger woman at the restaurant. Haytham's eyes become wider, scared.

"Show me your arms." He said, commanding.

You look at him, completely confused. What does he want to see in your arms?

"What?"

"Now!"

It was your turn to widen your eyes. You take off your jacket and show your empty arms for him. Haytham narrowed his eyes. To see your arms wasn't enough for him.

"Follow me." He ordered.

Without saying any word more, you'd followed him through the spiral stairs, going upstairs. He pulls an old key from his pocket and opened an old wooden door, revealing a huge library. Haytham points to a mirror that was close to a few tables.

"Go there, to the mirror. I need to see your back."

You blink your eyes repeatedly, without understanding why he needs all of this. Well, considering that a lot of things you don't understand have been happening, you had just obeyed him. You stopped in front of the mirror and Haytham stopped close to you, pulling your shirt a little up.

"Ha! I knew it the moment I saw you! The Devil's Mark!"

Your eyes go to the mirror.

"Oh my God. I haven't seen it before."

It was red lines through your spine, just like someone had slid nails on your skin. However, that lines were forming a quote. Haytham read it.

"Ad Lunae Lumina!"

You pull your shirt down, scared.

"What does it mean?"

"It means 'In the Moonlight', in Latin. Selene let a mark on you. More will be appearing with the time. Your mark is still being created. When it finishes, it will be like this."

Haytham pulls his shirt up and shows you his mark. However, his marks were different: Instead of red lines, he had black lines - just like a tattoo, with the same quote as you.

You sat on the chair close to you. What the hell?!

"What are all of this? I can't understand!"

He pulls his shirt down and sits in the chair in front of you.

"One step at the time, child. I think you should learn the basics first. The ginger woman was the only strange thing you saw?"

You denied with a shake of your head and begun to tell about the things that happened on the night of the party. He hit the table, making you jump in the chair.

"Werewolves!"

"I thought werewolves were just Hollywood things."

"No, they're not. Stay away from that friend of yours, stay away from Derek. They are Devil servants. I know it, I've been fighting against these creatures my entire life."

"But they saved my life!"

"They just want to kill you themselves! Never, ever, believe them. Come on, I'll show you something."

He got up from the chair and begun to walk between the bookshelves while you were following him. Haytham stopped in front of a huge bookshelf. He pulls a book, and both bookshelves open like a door. You'd never thought things like that would be in a church.

"Wow."

When the secret door was open, you saw an entire gun arsenal. Guns, grenades... Haytham has even swords! He looks at you.

"I'll give you a few books. You'll come here every day. I'll teach you to defend yourself and things you need to know about werewolves. Do you know how to shoot with a gun?"

"...No."

Haytham took a dagger and gave it to you. Then, he took a small gun.

"I gave you a silver dagger. Silver can harm them. This gun has silver bullets. Come on, I'll teach you to shoot."

.

"He's outside, and he wants to kill us!"

Scott wasn't sure about what else he could create to hide the fact that he, Lydia, Jackson, Allison, and Stiles were trapped in a school with a crazy Alpha. So, he lied and told that Derek was trying to kill all of them.

Desperate dominated the entire classroom they were trapped in.

"I'll call the police." Said Lydia, taking her phone.

"No!"

Stiles went in her direction, but Jackson held him. Suddenly, someone knocks on the door.

"Scott, I'd heard your voice. Open it! I'd received your message, what the hell is happening?"

Damn, it was you! Scott's heart almost stopped while he runs to the door to open for you. He pulls you inside of the room and closes the door.

"I- Hey! What are you doing?!"

"Keeping you safe!"

"Safe of what?"

"I didn't send you that message."

"...Oh. We're in trouble, aren't we?"

"Yeah."

"Fortunately, I'd brought my gun."

"Your- what?!"

You take the gun you earned from Haytham.

"My gun."

Stiles widened his eyes, while Allison let out a long sigh of relief.

"Thank god!"

Stiles comes close to you and Scott.

"Where did you got this gun? It's from Sebastian?"

"Maybe. Or maybe not." You gave them a smile "Who's trying to kill us?"

"Derek." You heard Jackson say.

You looked to Stiles and Scott. You have been visiting Haytham since last week, so you had learned a few things. You know, now, that there's some Alpha killing people in the city - the same who had tried to kill you. Considering that Scott and Stiles were there, and considering that you saw Derek's car outside, all you can conclude that was the Alpha was in the school.

"We thought that maybe we could get out of here through the ladder." You heard Allison say, pointing to the door close to you. Then, Lydia completed the info:

"But it's locked. We need the keys."

You cross your arms.

"Do you guys know where the keys are?"

"I know." You heard Scott say.

"Okay, here's the plan: You, you, you, and you," You said, pointing your finger to Stiles, Jackson, Lydia, and Allison "You stay here because we need to be discreet. Scott go take the keys and I'll cover him."

Allison got a step forward.

"No, he can't. It's too dangerous!"

Scott goes to Allison, trying to calm her down while Stiles goes talk to you.

"(Y/N) let Scott take the keys alone. You don't know what are you dealing with, you don't understand."

"Yeah Stiles, I know about what I'm dealing with. It isn't Derek."

Stiles looks at you, with his face becoming pale. Scott, with a completely terrified Allison in his arms, looks at you with the same amazement. That moment, they realized you found out the truth you were looking for. Then, you look for everyone.

"Someone should call the police. It will make him run."

Yeah, it could make sense. The Alpha wouldn't do anything with a lot of humans around. It could attract too much attention and too many hunters.

Lydia took her phone and begun to call someone. You opened the door and walk to the corridor, loading your gun with some bullets. Scott came and closes the door, and now you were completely alone with him.

"How did you found out about everything? It was from that day in the woods?" He asked, curious, while you were walking with him.

"Yeah, kind of. I met a guy who taught me a few things. He thinks you're a killer or something, but I disagree with him. You saved my life. I owe you one, puppy." You said, giving him a sweet smile. He smiles at you too. "Who's your Alpha?"

"It's complicated..."

"Oh. Got it. Where Are the keys?"

"I think it's here." Scott opens the door to the gymnasium and points his finger to the stands. "I'll take the keys. Wait here. Shout if you need something."

"If I need protection I'll shoot." You smiled at him. "Don't worry about me."

Scott goes to take the keys under the stands while you watch the environment around you, with your gun in your hands. A few seconds later, full of tension, you heard Scott.

"Found it!"

"Okay, come back, and let's get the hell outta here."

Suddenly, the stands began to close. Your heart almost stopped, while you look around, looking for something that could help Scott.

"Scott, hurry!!"

You saw Scott run in your direction, trying to escape being smashed by the stands. You gave him your hand and when he finally holds it, you pull him. Both of you fell on the floor, and the stands close.

"Damn!" You said, putting yourself on foot "You okay?"

"Yeah, you okay?"

"Yeah." You let out a long sigh "Let's go."

You and Scott began to walk in the classroom direction but, then, you saw the Alpha. It was on four paws, roaring for both of you. You took your gun up, ready to shoot, but Scott put his hand on your arm.

"Take the keys and go."

"No, I'll not leave you."

"You haven't a chance against him, you'll die!"

"But I have special bullets and some tricks."

"(Y/N), please, there's no time to be stubborn!"

The Alpha got a few steps forward and let out a roar. Scott fell on the floor, yelling in pain. He was in mutation. Damn. But you had an idea.

"Hey, moron!" You yelled in the Alpha's direction. You pull the trigger, shooting against it. He deflects of the shoot, stop roaring. Scott stopped to yell and seems like he's still under control. "This is for my lost high heels!"

You shoot again, and you hit it that time. The bullet got into the leg of the Alpha, and he let out a roar for you, in angry.

"Yeah, you know you're in trouble." You said, with your eyes narrowed. "Do you want more wolfsbane bullets? I have a lot of them to you."

Then, you shoot again, and surprisingly the Alpha back off. Scott stands up, with a heavy breath, and you shoot against the Alpha again. You shoot one, two, three times. It deflects again, letting out a low roar, looking at you. It was a warning, and you knew it.

"You know you have a problem bigger than Scott, don't you? That bullet will kill you."

Yeah, the Alpha knew about it. In a way to save itself from death, the Alpha turns itself and runs out of school. The battle has ended that day, but the war wasn't even close to being won.

"You okay, Scott?"

He was breathing heavily, but he nodded positively.

"Stay here." You said, unsure about how under control Scott was "I'll go to the classroom. Just try to stay calm. You can't lose control, okay?"

Scott nodded again, trying to stay calm. Then, you walked into the classroom's direction and opened the door. Everyone's was looking at you, scared. Allison was the first one to talk.

"Where's Scott?"

"He's fine but nervous. He needs some minutes to breathe. It's okay, guys. We can go now."

All of you heard the police coming. Relieved, everyone got out of the school quickly and terrified. While you were looking for the boys running out of school, again, you remembered the words of that ginger woman.

This truth will change your life forever, and your life will become a truly Russian roulette, girl.

Yeah, you felt a taste of it. But you know what? You kinda like this action.

[rikkang]

Here is my doctor who oc. Missy/Master's companion.

This is her profile.

Commission of @queen_2cha/@highas_cms on twitter.

" I love you"

Name: Isabelle Grace

"Do what you want, Missy. But that doesn't mean you're everything in my life."

Title: Witch's pet

Age: 27

Born in Hampsihre, UK. (Living in London because of work.)

Job: Research Engineer (Doctor who series 8, working in 3W)

Birth: December 10th

Physical

176cm, 60kg.

Not skinny, but look slim because of her height. Arms and legs are stretched out so there is no fat, but there is a moderate amount of flesh in areas such as he waist and chest.

Blood type B.

Appearance

If you look at Isabelle Grace, the first thing you see would be her hair. Does it resembel the graceful moonlight of full moon, or the pale beauty of dawn? The smooth silvery gray hair pouring down from the edge of the wing porridge was so attractive that Selene, the God of the moonn and the owner of the silver carriage, was admirable and fall in love. It reflects light under the sun, like a light blue-silver shroud, and it has a faint sparkle in the dark.

However, Isabelle was not the type to stand tall in the crowd. As if she were pursuing an extremely ordinary life. As she claims, her bangs are neatly arranged and eyebrows were covered, and the clothes on her body were a formal look of a clean modern man. As mentioned earlier, arms and legs stretched out coolly and formed a thin and orphaned line. A thin, straight-cut eyebrow, dropping eyes. The edge of her eyelid which hides her shrap intellect, was wrapped in a red-light make-up that made her look sharper and clearer. The pale pink lips were expressionless, so they were shut up and deported so that her opponent could not read her thoughts. Isabelle Grace was not essentially a predator, nor was a herbivore.

Her long eyelashes would tremble at the rare moment when the grain of emotion was shaken by a single stream of wind. Breathing and sweeping hair behind her ears was Isabelle's small habit and way to express her feelings. Then her opponent's gaze was usually dragged away by her flawless milky back of her hand, her thin, long fingers, and short-rounded nails. It couldn't have been better to hide the slowly fading peach-colored cheeks.

Along with her appearancce, Isabelle's speech was also clear and orderly. She used to go directly to the main point without having to attach a word of desperation, and even though she talked down to her opponent, it was only an extremely exceptional situation, and basically he used honorifics to everyone.

If there is a time when Isabellle Grace is wandering about in confusion, not knowing what to say, it would be the same as when her cheeks are red. Right in fron of her Mistress. A brooch decorated with white patches, a token Missy given for her, was always with Isabelle. There are times when you put it on a ribbon and hang it on a choker, but the fact hat you always carry it with you was an immutable truth.

There is a mole under the right eye.

Personality

KEYWORD: Boredom, Rational, Cynical, Quick-witted, Persistent, Careful

The family grew up in peace. The companionship was smooth, and the livelihood was stble. She was, but everything in the world was boring.

The extremely gorgeous bouquets of flowers, the glitter of long-cut jewels, all sorts of delicies, wealth and honour also do not shake Isabelle Grace's heart. It is not because she is a man wihout desire, but she is tempted with something more baluable than he sum of it all.

While persistent enough to desire Missy, an object that can never be reached, she is prudent enough not to cross the line set by Missy. Missy, who thinks she'll kill Isabelle if she goes against the beat at all the time. Isabelle, who smiles shyly even though the dance with her gradually speeds up. Neither side would be normal. Our lovely cat, Missy called Isabelle that in her affectionate voice. The tile was a mixture of compliments for being quick and cute and ridicule for being tough.

Privacy

Hobby: Visiting exhibitions or fairs, Watching movies with her face tilted against Missy's shoulder.

Personal belongings: Smart phones, Cigarettes and Zippo-lighters, Handkerchiefs with initials, A handful of candy and chocolate.

+ Missy device (after series 10)

Favorites: The moment get to know something new, Sweets, Roughly all the time spend with Missy.

Hates: Something boring, The Doctor.

Ideal man: One who makes herself not boring, A new kind of person.

Family composition: Mother, eldest of one son and two daughters.

Relationships

Missy(short for Mistress)

"See that couple over there? You're the puppy."

Thinking of her Mistress, Isabelle Grace thinks. she may be her beloved pet, but she can never be her beloved pet but she can never be more than that. The moment she was confirmed to have guessed, she became miserable. However, it would be an act of crossing t he promised line to show the crushed the promised line to show the crushed inside. So Isabelle made up her mind. Let's just have a moment of her. When she is satisfied with staying in his memory for a while, she draws a line by reminding herself of her resignation. What kind of pet would beg for its owner''s' love? Reminding herself endlessly.

"Say something nice, dear."

"...I love you."

"I didn't expect it. Right, now say something nice, and new?"

For Missy, Isabelle Grace was another fun opponent, as if she were on the palm of her hand. If it wasn't fun, she wouldn't have kept that insignificant human. Because of that, she allowed her occasional skinship for teasing. Like Isabelle hesitating and just hold a finger of Missy, she holding hands tightly and appreciate Isabelle's face turning as fresh as a teenage girl.

Isabelle devoted, obedient, and sometimes grumbles. Missy accepts that grunt, shows generosity and adores it, but does not allow affection.

Is this love? It wouldn't. There is no way to express their complicated hands with flat words like love.

Master(John Simm)

"I'm the Master."

The moment she first met the master, Isabelle Grace notices. Isabelle didn't have much to like, but one fact that she would never, no mater what, like this Time Lord.

He was Missy's past, but she is nowhere to be founded.

Isabelle's lovee for life and death was only the face of Missy and freindly voice, the past or future (not the present) was not in her own domain. Unlike when she heard about "regeneration" from Missy, Isabelle was once again grateful that Missy, who was a completely different person, has become what she is.

Sometimes watching Missy fit the Master too well, she hid her wistful look reminding that two Time Lords are same person, but that was all.

The master was unwelcome. As Miss did, it was he same that one day suddenly appeared in her life, but Isabelle felt completely different. If there is one talent for her past which look stupid and round (Missy called him this way) it would be that grumble and annoying Isabelle endlessly.

But one should never forget that the opponen is as threatening as the wolf in front of the rabbit.

"The future self of me have given you too much hope. You must have had a lot of fun playing with, huh? What should I do with you..."

To Master, Isabelle would not be a pleasant human being neither. A pet man whom his future self adores. A man possessed by Missy, quick-witted but surely insane. A rude person who does not hide her displeasure completely, with his head gently bent before him, even if she hides her lips by squeezing them.

However, it would be a pleasure ot see the reaction of a vulnerable person who can be held in had at any time.

Master(Sacha Dhawan)

"Yes! It's me, Darling. Miss me?"

After Missy died, Isabelle Grace returned to her former normal, free life. She will never forget Missy for the rest of her life, but she kept her life as if nothing had gappened. Pushing he emotions and memories that sometimes swell up on the other side.

The Master always appeared in front of her without notice.

The day she first met Missy in the forest of Marronnier, where the sun was shining, and the day she put the exiled Master from Galifrey into the Tardis.

And even this moment when she faced the Master again in a goddamn purple suit, Isabelle didn't expect it.

The Master in front of me is not Missy. Just as the former master did when he was regenerated to Misst, so was this one. But she couldn't say he wasn't completely Missy. He had memories of when Missy was with Isabelle, and there was her feelings. Although modified and buried deep, it didn't mean much.

So he can take those feelings to hostage and mock Isabelle. That was why she couldn' deny it completely, knowing he wasn't Missy. It was the reason she hated herself. She knows she's in his grasp, but Isabelle can't let go Master because he had Missy's memories.

Funnily, the Master himself also wasn't completely free from that emotions.

Isabelle Grace was a useful thing for the master. A mere human being who was once valued, but is now nothing. It was a lot of fun to see Isabelle who was distressed when he showed his meaningless memories and past emoions. It was one of Master's many specialties to hold and shake human in his hand.

If there's one thing the Master can't bear, that's Isabelle forgets him and moves on. She had to be tied to him, and she shouldn't have grown up. By all means.

Even if her Mistress died, pity cute Isabelle should always remain his pet.