witches of the forest and the night - they change into wolves during the day and roam the green forest of trees searching for fellow caged creatures. The set free winged and wise owls under the moon, that illuminates their pearl feathers.
witches of the winter and stars - foggy winter evenings become hues of blue filled with starry nights for the witches. they live in old victorian schools surrounded by trees made dead by the harsh cold season. they wear bewitched moonstones around their necks that turn them into deers enchanting the frozen forest…
witches of the sea and precious gems - these witches live and breathe the sacred salty air of the shore. they use precious gems to channel their inner soul to undulate crashing waves into the grey sea. they dance and drown beneath the crystal watery surface like silver sea-sirens.
witches of burning fire and flames - golden wreathed witches filled with the radiance of bright fire and flames. they use blazing candles to illuminate the darkness in their cathedral of trees. their familiars are foxes as red as the sun and as sly as smoke from their fires.
she was hunted down and labelled an object when she was just a baby. she was put into foster care and bounced around from house to house, and everytime she thought she was starting to fit in she got sent back.
she was living out of a van for god knows how long. foster kids older than about 12 tend not to get adopted, because they’re not baby-faced angels anymore.
her van was her home. everything she had was in there. when she joined the team, they became her home and she and the other members got a knife in the back by one of their best agents.
she finally got to meet her dad and he turned out to be a murderer and he kept talking about the old days, like they could just turn the clock back to when she was a kid and start over again. she met her mom and her mom started a war with her chosen family.
and now? now, her mom is dead and her dad has no memory of her. now, her closest friends – her real family – have drifted apart and jemma is trapped.
now, skye’s back to the place where she was in the beginning of the series. with virtually nothing.
in a universe where s3 never happened…because fuck s3.
Pain came in colours to Rae.
Jealousy always turned her vision red and black like the
pattern of Finn’s jacket during their time apart at college. Embarrassment came
in green like the hideous plastic crocodile she was forced to use to hide herself
in the street. Sadness was the pink of her high school carpet the day she went
too far. Envy came in brown, like the chestnut of Chloe’s hair. Anger came in
blue, like the colour of Ian’s room where Chloe had been stashed. Grief came in
grey, like the colour of Tixy’s jumper when Rae should have been there.
Love was a different pain so the colours were different too. Love came in every colour, a whole
other range of colours all its own. It had red, green, pink, brown, blue, and
grey. But also orange like Izzy’s hair, the yellow of the chairs from the
Chippy, the gold of Chloe’s favourite earrings, the white of Finn’s t-shirt the first time they had sex, the silver of
the key he gave her when they moved in.
Love was a pain all in its own, it was a killer. It gave you
every emotion and then took it all away. Love was all good and all bad, it was
She tightened her grip on the pillow and tried not to cry.
Chloe, wide-eyed and worried, appeared in front of her, “Look,
Rae I’m just nippin’ out for some food. Y’know milk and stuff? I’ll be back
soon though, yeah?”
Rae nodded at Chloe and when she heard the door slam, the
tears flowed as ferociously as they liked.
Their argument seemed silly now that she could think clearly
about it. Rae had over reacted, Finn had over reacted too. Arguing led to
shouting, shouting led to screaming, screaming led to Rae storming out. What
stung most was that he hadn’t followed her.
It was lucky that Chloe had her own flat in Peterbourgh. The
train journey from Manchester was lonely, but the thought of spending a few
nights with her mother and all her accusations made Rae want to throw up.
It would only be a few nights. When she had walked out she
hadn’t walked out for good. Finn knew the difference, which was probably why he
hadn’t gone after her. Probably.
There was a thump from the front door, as the post fell through
the letter box. She could leave it, but if she was planning to spend the
weekend at Chloe’s she would have to pull her weight, at least a little bit.
There was only one envelope, with ‘May Earl’ scribbled at
the top. The tears came from the breaking in her chest this time, heaving and
choking into her hands. Her fingers shook as she tried to open it with care,
her small fingers prised the paper apart. The breath felt tight in her throat
afraid of what a terrible future this one piece of paper could hold.
I’m sorry I’m so shit with words. I’m hoping music will say
it better than I can.
Love Finn xx’
Rae frowned before she tipped the envelope out and found a
cassette tape inside. She wanted to yell some more. She wanted to call him up
just to tell him that sending a tape wasn’t going to fix the things that were (and
Instead, she found Chloe’s CD player, shoved the tape into
its dusty compartment on the front and pressed play.
When the first song came on she cried.
She kept crying. She cried through every song, but she also
found herself smiling. She laughed as well, especially at some of the more ‘out-there’
choices. She danced when Chloe walked back through the door. Chloe danced with
But mostly Rae flew, she flew back to Finn, she pictured him
making the tape, his fingers shaking, his neck straining, his brain working
trying to come up with songs that told her what she had nearly forgotten.
When it ended, Chloe tugged at her arm and with a cheeky
grin asked “What you thinking, Rae?”
“I’m thinking…that I really need to use your phone.”
The songs that were on the mixtape if you were curious:
so an anon a couple days ago asked if i had a ref of my persona/self and since i figured i was finished with my day’s batch of commissions yesterday, i could draw my persona before i headed off to bed. SO YEAH, HERE I AM ANON. i tried. (///) (he/they)