#look at the lil crinkle around her eyes when she smiles🥹🥹🥹

[stargatelov3r]

Elizabeth Weir Daily

Day 336

[sweatandwoe]

exhumation please (remember this is the fic that started our friendship? 🥹)

(I DO REMEMBER, kissing u, but also burn with me started it too. Copmia shipper 4 life, getting it tattooed onto me)

Here's a sneak peek at Exhumation Part 2 under the readmore (not edited) feat Copia in this lil preview

The night of the ritual comes, and you know you aren’t ready. But no one would probably ever be. You pass Primo’s husband, Secondo’s wife, and his children are in the living quarters upstairs. It doesn’t take long before you’re at the familiar sight of the room Omega had shown you. 

After a few minutes, you can hear voices. Ghouls, priests, and Copia chanting. Then a door opens, before steps click against the stone floor down the hall. Again you heard them, and you shifted in your seat. Twirling the beads of the grucifix in your hand, biting your lip as the words were spoken and another door opens. 

The footsteps come next for you, but accompanying by the squeak of wheels. 

They reach you next. There are three cardinals besides Papa, each of them holding a long scroll with runes painted inside of them. Omega stands next to them, and Special is leaning against a large cart. The ghouls roll it inside, while Copia smiles at you. 

"Sorella!” His hands clasp your own, drawing you up to your feet. Gloved fingers run over the back of your hand. “You’re fretting. Nervous?” 

It’s surprisingly easy to relax around him. Your shoulders go slack and you find yourself smiling despite the way your stomach flexes with nerves. “A little.” 

“You are going to do great. Si? I am Papa, trust me, I know that you have worked hard.” There’s a squeeze of your hands before he lets go, eyes twinkling. “You deserve to meet him after all that hard work, sorella.” 

The nod you give him in response is stiff, and Copia smile weakens a little. The Cardinals at his side chant, and he raises his fingers to an upside cross. An unholy blessing to help guide your way. 

And then he hands you a bucket. You blink at it. “What’s that for?” 

“In case you need it. It’s… not the easiest work to do. Heh.” It’s an awkward chuckle, but familiar enough to ease you. When you take it from his hands, you can see a bottle of some sort of liquid inside of it. It’s deep red but moves like water, not blood. “It’s skin oil, for his… neck. After his head is back on. It will make sure everything is in the correct place.” 

You smile then, it’s still nervous. This was a lot, but Omega and Special were moving out of the room and it was nearing time. Special leaning his masked face against a clawed hand, looking bored while Omega’s tail lashed. His mask was on too, but his eyes crinkled behind it. “You will do amazing, sister. I know it.” 

“She will do her best.” Copia claps you on the shoulder. “Now go on, sorella. Bring him back.”