𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒄 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒗𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒔.
Maev Barebone never meant to get entangled with humans and their (seemingly) silly fights, but when her neighbor-turned-friend in Bucharest is arrested for a crime he didn't comm...
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sister three
TWO WOMEN SAT in comfortable chairs, the glimmering surface of the circular table they sat at clean enough to show darkened, distorted reflections of the witches. Adaire Barebone held a mug in her thin fingers, steam rising from the coffee within. She sipped it slowly, silver eyes staring into space, a multitude of thoughts running through her mind.
Out of the three sisters, Adaire was often the one sought out. Most assumed that she was the nicest, that she was the one who could be persuaded with emotion, and while Adaire knew that those were partially true— after all, Narcissa's sharp tongue and temper were well known —she couldn't help but wonder if they knew the true nature of Maev...
A sigh fell from her lips, a quiet gust to expel the silence that had enveloped them. Maev would always appear to be the flippant, wanderlust driven witch to their people no matter how much Adaire pushed her to reveal her true colors. And she couldn't help but hope that Maev had finally come to her senses and that this meeting would mean she was coming to terms with who she was and what she had to do.
"Why now?" Narcissa's voice was cold, calculating even, as she traced an invisible shape on the table.
"I'm afraid you'll have to be more specific." Adaire murmured, taking another drink and letting the scalding liquid settle in her stomach, the warmth welcome in her otherwise ice cold body.
"We haven't heard from Maev in nearly five years, why would she contact us now? And why both of us?" Narcissa's scowl was brutal, all sharp edges and displeasure, an echo of the haunting beauty that was carved into her face.
"I'm sure there's a good reason," Adaire's voice was a stark contrast to her sister's, much more soothing and even, dare one say, gentle... well as gentle as a witch could get. "Perhaps she would like to rejoin us in looking over claims or ease back into the community."
Narcissa scoffed, shaking her head, her braid swinging with the movement and the light catching on the single red strand that burned like flickering fire. "As if, that little shit made it very clear that she'd much rather travel the world and surround herself with humans than live with us."
"She has her reasons."
"And she better have a damn good reason for having the audacity to cut off contact and then call this meeting out of the blue and then on top of all that be late." Narcissa picked at one of her nails, painted a shining gold, annoyance etched into the curve of her mouth.
