[ Caroline purposefully side-stepped ratting Klaus out, even with the knowledge that Josie may press anyone who could've shared these details. She doesn't want to deliver a killing blow to the messenger, and instead prefers to hit at the core of what's going on. Circling back to not blaming someone who only wants to help will come up later, when it's relevant. Their focus should be entirely on Josie right now.
And, that's just what's delivered. As Josie starts, it's glaringly clear that she needs to get so much out. Off her chest, or at least out into the open to be managed in any other way than as a solo mission.
Caroline's heart aches as Josie presses on, squeezing her hand gently here and there, not abashed if the contact ends. This subject matter, a retelling of dark histories, recent weeks and months, may come with the want for Josie to shrink in a bit more toward herself. Or, move around, shift in place. Caroline has no judgment, only laser focused eyes as she files away each detail, working to assess them as she goes.
Alaric, voted out. Vardemus, sounding like a Hogwarts temporary villain for a book's length. A villain with so much of an impact on her family, though. A regular Voldemort, really.
Mora miserium. Oni. Her eyes darken at the thought of Lizzie being possessed, of asking for death, of Josie having to siphon dark magic to use as a tool. It must be part of what Klaus meant when Josie told him she felt like she's had the best of intentions.
Malivore. Fuck if she knows what that is. Freya, though, she recognizes. Josie: a savior again, returning memories, clearly gone (somehow, someway; but the specifics of that don't 100% apply to the situation at hand.) She can't ramble, won't fly into a flurry, for more details. She files away those thoughts, thinking she could garner more information about it all from Ric. Or, Lizzie, even. At least about why Hope was forgotten.
Sandclock.
Josie finishes, and Caroline can't help how her eyes widen a little before she breathes out slowly. She doesn't reply right away, moving to pour some tea instead, pushing a saucer of it over to her daughter. It's just tea: nothing special, but warmth generally helps relax.
She starts to pour another, for herself. ] I know how quickly everything can fall apart. That's been the story of my life since Katherine all but forced me into turning. And I've seen how black magic has its way on witches. Aunt Bonnie. [ The kettle is set down. ] There are always loopholes, always paths we can take, even when it seems like all hope is lost. It's not, okay? I know it feels like it might be, baby, but it's not. I would never let you or Lizzie -- [ she gets choked up for a moment, tries to push the emotion away, tears rising in her eyes -- she's the mama bear of two little girls, she can't help but being emotional when they're hurting ] -- I won't stop until I find a way to make it better for you.
It's haunting you here, right? The magic. Or the effects of it. You're...you're not using any of those spells, here, are you? [ She has to ask, hating how accusatory it is. Not certain that she should directly ask about the sandclock, but jotting away that Josie ended with its existence... ] You stopped. And used them only when you had to?
[... After she realized how much damage she was doing and hurt people who didn't need to be hurt. But that isn't the only problem.]
But, uh ... hold on.
[She gets up after a moment, making her way back into her room. After some rustling in her closet she returns, mora miserium in hand, and places it down on the coffee table.]
The problem is ... it came to Hell with me. And I don't know how long it's going to hold.
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And, that's just what's delivered. As Josie starts, it's glaringly clear that she needs to get so much out. Off her chest, or at least out into the open to be managed in any other way than as a solo mission.
Caroline's heart aches as Josie presses on, squeezing her hand gently here and there, not abashed if the contact ends. This subject matter, a retelling of dark histories, recent weeks and months, may come with the want for Josie to shrink in a bit more toward herself. Or, move around, shift in place. Caroline has no judgment, only laser focused eyes as she files away each detail, working to assess them as she goes.
Alaric, voted out. Vardemus, sounding like a Hogwarts temporary villain for a book's length. A villain with so much of an impact on her family, though. A regular Voldemort, really.
Mora miserium. Oni. Her eyes darken at the thought of Lizzie being possessed, of asking for death, of Josie having to siphon dark magic to use as a tool. It must be part of what Klaus meant when Josie told him she felt like she's had the best of intentions.
Malivore. Fuck if she knows what that is. Freya, though, she recognizes. Josie: a savior again, returning memories, clearly gone (somehow, someway; but the specifics of that don't 100% apply to the situation at hand.) She can't ramble, won't fly into a flurry, for more details. She files away those thoughts, thinking she could garner more information about it all from Ric. Or, Lizzie, even. At least about why Hope was forgotten.
Sandclock.
Josie finishes, and Caroline can't help how her eyes widen a little before she breathes out slowly. She doesn't reply right away, moving to pour some tea instead, pushing a saucer of it over to her daughter. It's just tea: nothing special, but warmth generally helps relax.
She starts to pour another, for herself. ] I know how quickly everything can fall apart. That's been the story of my life since Katherine all but forced me into turning. And I've seen how black magic has its way on witches. Aunt Bonnie. [ The kettle is set down. ] There are always loopholes, always paths we can take, even when it seems like all hope is lost. It's not, okay? I know it feels like it might be, baby, but it's not. I would never let you or Lizzie -- [ she gets choked up for a moment, tries to push the emotion away, tears rising in her eyes -- she's the mama bear of two little girls, she can't help but being emotional when they're hurting ] -- I won't stop until I find a way to make it better for you.
It's haunting you here, right? The magic. Or the effects of it. You're...you're not using any of those spells, here, are you? [ She has to ask, hating how accusatory it is. Not certain that she should directly ask about the sandclock, but jotting away that Josie ended with its existence... ] You stopped. And used them only when you had to?
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[... After she realized how much damage she was doing and hurt people who didn't need to be hurt. But that isn't the only problem.]
But, uh ... hold on.
[She gets up after a moment, making her way back into her room. After some rustling in her closet she returns, mora miserium in hand, and places it down on the coffee table.]
The problem is ... it came to Hell with me. And I don't know how long it's going to hold.