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sevencfswcrds · 2 years

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@cursedbcrn asked: REFLECT + the first time caine learned about patrina || CAINE || Ask my muses about their memories || ACCEPTING FOR FOREVER, ACTUALLY! ||

“... So that’s sort of the thing, isn’t it? It’s that- in a sort of, um, knowledge-way, I guess, I’ve always known about Patrina. All duskwitches do- she’s a ghost story. Like the duskwitch boogeyman- the duskwitch who turned on her people, men, women, neither or both, children. Quite genuinely, I heard ghost stories and scary stories about her from- when I was very little.” They don’t really remember the stories anymore, but- well. Patrina is the boogeyman. Patrina is the big bad wolf, used to scare little kids to behave, to remind them not to sway to the darkest of magics, to that which is used purely for sadistic greed.

Funny, to grow up on those stories, and then have the reality smack them in the face. “So- well, like little kids do, I had nightmares about her, but when I was... A little bigger, a little older, the dreams changed. They were still about Patrina- but now I was Patrina. My point of view, my eyes, you know? My hands doing the terrible things.” A slow, shaking breath and Caine closes their eyes.

“The first one was the worst for a long time, I think. She used- cold fire, burned down a house with... Someone inside. Turned to the vampire, the one she loved, and she was so pleased, and I felt her joy and her- cruelty, alongside my horror. My fear. She listened to the screaming and reveled, and I listened and all I wanted to do was- help, or shut it out. Anything but keep listening.” Caine’s lips twist and they grimace a little. Even now the memory- their heart feels like it’s pounding out of their chest, and they lay a palm over that racing organ, trying to settle.

“Of course that was nothing compared to watching her destroy the village and then- experiencing her curse and her death through her eyes. But that was a lot later.” The duskwitch swallows. “And up until- that one, honestly I just.. I thought it was like a dream where I was making it up. My mind filling in the blanks of the stories that I’d been told. But this one- I told Camlo.” There’s a quiet, helpless laugh, and Caine hangs their head- hiding.

“I told Camlo, and he wasn’t- he wasn’t even surprised. And he gave me a journal, and he told me everything. And then- A month later, I was on my own. Gods I was so scared. I think I shut down for- almost a year, really. That period of time’s a blur. But I- decided that I’d fight it. It was why Camlo kept us moving so long, I know, and why when the dreams got to that point- we crossed an ocean, and then he left me... Here. Maybe because he was afraid of Patrina- maybe because he was afraid of being tracked down by... Well, you know, who.” Even now, it feels like a curse, to say the name of the vampire.

The Mikaelsons aren’t the big bad wolves, to the duskwitches. Not even close.

“... It was a lot. It was very much a lot, and I still don’t really know what I’m doing, other than that- every day I’m alive, Patrina isn’t. Every day I’m the awake one, Patrina isn’t. And I want to keep it that way.”

#cursedbcrn #[ caine verse: cursedbcrn ] fighting till the end like i promised you this could be the day i die for you #[ caine lore ] someone crying in the dead of the night was it me or was it just in my mind #[ caine headcanon ] i want to be the king of my body and mind #[ caine valikovna doe ] this heart keeps beating to somebody before #[ answered asks ] now we see what we're gonna regret #[ lmao caine is so desperately Not Okay ]

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sevencfswcrds · 2 years

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@cursedbcrn asked: “ you're safe with me. you know that, right? “ || CAINE || V’s Ask Tag is out of control again || Accepting

The question drags Caine out of their head, and they blink- once, twice, again, before lifting yellow eyes to look at Hope, surprise in their expression.

“Of course I know that,” they say simply- and there’s no hesitation, there, no second-guessing or doubt. They say it because they mean it. The duskwitch considers the tribrid- then shrugs a little, like it isn’t a big deal, like their heart hadn’t just missed three beats in a row.

“I’m always safe when I’m with you. I know that.” Even when Hope had been without her humanity- while there had been wariness, it had almost never warped to fear.

“I’m more afraid of myself getting to me than I am of something else getting to me when you’re around, you know?” It’s said a little wry, and Caine kind of- rolls their eyes, trying to make it more of an inside joke than the admission it actually is. “... You’re safe with me too.”

It’s softer, but no less cemented for it.

#cursedbcrn #[ caine verse: cursedbcrn ] fighting till the end like i promised you this could be the day i die for you #[ cursedbcrn dynamic: caine x hope ] and i tried to save a life with these diamond hands of mine #[ answered asks ] now we see what we're gonna regret

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sevencfswcrds · 2 years

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@cursedbcrn asked: ❝ when i’m with you i feel like myself. i feel like every side of me is present and accepted. and i feel good about it— i feel good about WHO i am when i’m with you. ❞ || CAINE || ACCEPTING

“... I do. Accept all of you,” Caine says quietly, as they hesitantly take one of Hope’s hands in theirs. Their long fingers twine with hers, carefully, but those yellow eyes don’t quite look up, watching instead where their hands touch.

They had never... Thought to be here. From two planets adrift in the same solar system, aware of one another but never to cross paths, to- a planet and her moon, around one another and linked, somehow deeply.

They’ve always had a quiet regard for the tribrid, but now... Now it’s more, and the love in their chest is enough to chase every shadow from the room, it feels like. Still- They can’t quite meet that skylit gaze.

“... The dark and the light, and all in between. All of you is- so important. I don’t- ever want you to feel like you have to hide it, or shut a part of yourself off.” There’s a hesitation again, and finally those yellow eyes lift.

“- You don’t owe me all of yourself but- but all of you is safe with me. I promise.”

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sevencfswcrds · 2 years

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@cursedbcrn asked: ❛ how often did you think of me? ❜ || CAINE || V’s Meme Tag || Accepting

Caine very nearly drops the book they’ve been reading. Trying to read. Trying to look like they’ve been reading.

Really it’s been hard not to have all of their attention on Hope, but good gods have they been trying. Even still, the question- it doesn’t feel fair, and part of Caine wants to be angry she asked. Wants to say that she- really doesn’t get to ask that. Caine hadn’t been the one to vanish and cut ties.

But they don’t. Most of them isn’t angry, isn’t hurt- is just sort of resigned to the stupid emotions and feelings that still flicker within their chest every time Hope speaks, or smiles. And because they know why she left- and the true parts of them are glad she did. Hope it did good things for her, that it helped.

Stupid, stupid heart. They wish sometimes it were stone, instead of blood and light and life.

“A lot?” Caine says, fixing that yellow gaze on the pages instead of looking up at Hope. That feels like it will reveal too much. They’ve never been able to keep their heart out of their eyes. It’s why they’re a secret-keeper, not a liar. Caine doesn’t lie well. Or when they do, it’s never to someone that matters.

“Often,” they settle on, finally, staring down at the words on the page without really seeing them, fingers toying with the corner of one page. A mite nervous, really. “I- there are lots of things in the world, really, that evoke memories for me, I suppose. And as of the last few years- you’re in most of those memories.” What a pathetic understatement for the truth of an ocean. They think about Hope all the time- when the sky’s the right shade of blue, when a spell goes off with a flair reminiscent of the proud tribrid. Hell, the smell of certain pastries and sugar. Hope is a damn ghost, and Caine hasn’t even bothered with an exorcism.

Those eyes lift finally, looking at Hope once, and then back to the corner that they’ve creased. “Why is that the question burning its’ way off your tongue anyway?”

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