Witchful Thinking

Location | Kieran's place
Date | July 17th 2022
Time | Noon
Attire | Rebekah | Antionette
Topic for | @Kieran x
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Now, she had been taken Uriel's warning fairly well but done her research before starting to overthink anything. She disliked the lack on control this matter had, that someone in Wonderland had taken over and simply had the nerve to come this way to try take over everything - to try best her in a magic fight. Uriel had mentioned she couldn't win alone, which never had been the witch' plan when it came down to it, Rebekah had just lost heart in the deepest sense of all, and sometimes she simply just couldn't connect to herself anymore - so it was easier to just shut down than do something about it, because she still found herself to be holding the same amount of power as she usually had. But she had to admit, she had done some things over the past handful of years after Alec had died that had haunted her, made her do things that even had scared her, like torturing her daughter, the ways she sometimes treated her son.

It was mostly late at night when she was haunted in the witching hours by memories from her life that made her feel so numb it could make shivers run down her spine. It wasn't like she had ever wanted things to go down this path, she had just simply accepted that she was the villain of people's stories, even so she would always be the hero of her own. But this time it was different, she knew if they were to defeat Acacia when her plan hit, they needed more than her magic to fend the enemy. Wonderland had the most pure source of magic and if Acacia had learned to harvest the core of it, Rebekah would need her dagger - perhaps she could go toe to toe with Acacia on her own with that, even win - but at what cost? And if Acacia first got the old on the dagger, they all would be doomed. It was too much power for one person, main reason Rebekah never kept it close knowing she would be much worse if she gave fully into the darkness of power.

Hence this was why she had made it out of Moonlight Falls, down the lovely street of Greenwell street in Aston city. There were only a few magic users who had the powers to combined with hers to destroy the world if they wanted to, or defeat their greatest enemy. And she as well needed her children back on her side, all of them, Antionette had once placed an energy source in another world let it breed magic through energy - knowing a few people from that place wandered around unknown to the sort of energy they had in their veins. But here Rebekah was, knocking on Kieran's door. Who would have thought?

Antionette looked up from her cup of tea as the energy she knew so well came closer. Pressing her brows together, this was unlike her mother, not just teleporting inside and make herself at home, but rather knock at the door. She placed the cup down on the coffee table again looking to Kieran if they should let the devil in or not.

It had been a relatively quiet day, which was a rarity, to say the least. He had gone for a stroll early in the morning before he had made breakfast. Then he found today's newspaper and did the crossword, and after that, he started reading his book while drinking his fifth cup of tea.  
Around noon he had started on lunch, which the remaining thereof was to see on the two plates nestled between him and Antionette. Once again, he had found his book and was reading it; even when he had felt the pull of a magical force come closer, it would have been so easy to have gotten up and opened the door before the knock had even been heard; maybe it had been because, just like Antionette, he had thought the great witch would just have teleported herself inside and sat down in his couch.
He looked up, his brows slightly raised, before he closed the book and got up from the table. He pulled off his glasses as he walked toward the door and opened it. “Rebekah,” he said with a dry tone of voice, not that it was filled with malice as it easily could have been. Not only had she gotten herself pregnant with his child by deceiving him, but he had only just found out—now it was too late ever to get to know his son, as he was dead.
“And what can we do for you?” he wondered, even though he had a pretty good idea why she was here. The upcoming war that Acacia was bringing to Athena. One would be a fool if one couldn’t feel how the energies were shifting and magic was starting to act differently than it usually did. But he would rather hear it from her why she was here now.

Antionette chose to get up from the chair and walk just behind Kieran, it was her mother after all, if anything was to go down - she would much rather take the hit rather than let anything harm him. But she narrowed her eyes and studied her mother's face as Kieran asked Rebekah what they could do for her. She could clearly see in her mother's face that she wasn't much for coming here, asking for help had never been something that held in her mother's good hand.

Rebekah exhaled a little not taking her eyes of Kieran for more than the mere second, because she acknowledged she was there. She also knew how they saw each other last wasn't really something she was proud of. But today wasn't the day where Rebekah would admit to her daughter that she had went to far. "I bet you have heard about the beloved Acacia and her wishes to consume the entire region of Athena, and who knows our world," she sighed a little, clearly annoyed by this fairy and her ambitions. "I think about now it would be a good time as any to figure out how we deal with her," Rebekah added. Knowing that the last thing they most likely wanted was a team up with her, but sometimes you didn't have to like the people you worked with. "Because I can't fight her off on my own," or she could. If Rebekah took the dagger and used all of the magic she had collected over the years, reaching her full potential of power - she could take over the world if she wanted, maybe more - but she also was way wiser than that, she knew it would tear her soul apart completely and then there would be nothing left of her. At least now there was sad remains that reminded her time to time that she had both half a heart and a broken soul.

Kieran tilted his head as he stepped aside, letting the first witch enter his home. How could he not when she had just told him that she needed his help? Not because she needed it, but clearly, she had figured out that she needed allies and one could always just turn the world on its head and make it after one's own mindset—but that would never make one happy nor give her what she was truly seeking.
He folded his lips and then turned to look at Antionette “maybe it’s time to tell her”, he said, hinting that it was time to tell Rebekah just what Niall had explained to them a few months prior. They had, however, decided it was not the time, and it would be better if Rebekah would one day come to them for help, rather than them trying to force her into something she would later hate or regret. Now, however, it seemed that it had been the right decision—now it was just up to getting Niall here so he could explain to his dear great grandmother how he had been contacted by Alec, that wanted to explain just how she could get the other half of her heart back.

Rebekah stepped inside once Kieran let her in, letting her eyes wonder around for a second, then pressing her brows a bit down into a frown when Kieran spoke to Antionette. She then turned around tilting her head a little, "tell me what?" She asked more curious than demanding. Antionette took a sharper breath in, "I think now is perhaps as good at time as any," it was a hard pill to swallow even for Antionette, but she wanted to help. "It's about dad and the missing piece of your heart - but Niall will explain everything, I'm sure with the company he keeps, he isn't many blocks away," Antionette exhaled a little, knowing tales such as these didn't escape the curious souls of the dead, and if anyone had a way of talking to them it was Niall. Rebekah clicked her tongue a little bit, narrowing her eyes just a little bit intrigued by the words. Now she hadn't noticed the changes in her heart as more than just feeling a bit darker, she hadn't realized what she had become, not in the bigger picture - just knowing some things had been handled a bit more extreme than others. "Well, I'm all ears," she exhaled a bit unsettled, feeling the sad part of her heart skipping a beat.