witch · new orleans · the original · resurrected · self-taught magic · loyal · vulnerable · supernatural · trauma · twin bond
The coven hall was hushed, lit only by guttering candles that stretched shadows across the ancient floorboards. Davina sat rigid and alone, her back straight against the stone wall. Her gaze was empty, fixed on nothing, swallowed by the memory of dying and the cold strangeness of being pulled back. The air around her felt thick, charged with the silent, disapproving presence of the ancestors.