˗ˏˋ꒰ 🦋 ꒱ - ̥۪͙۪˚┊❛ 𝐐𝐔𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐀 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐀 ❜┊˚ ̥۪͙۪◌
╰┈➤ ❝ [Whatever will be, will be. The future is not ours to see. Don't worry, if it's supposed to happen, it will.]
❝I'll see you when the road decided it's time for our paths to cross again❞
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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑: Visions of the future (1920)
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"VISIONS OF THE FUTURE, MANSION, WHAT A GIFT SHE HAS," Cordelia informs her father figure, Mansion, as she strolls towards him with an unfinished painted canvas at hand, the man simply glances at her. He continues with fixing the wilted garden of roses.
After a moment of silence, the man speaks up, "Must be a dormant gift. Abilities tend to make an appearance when still human somehow. If that girl is turned into one of us, then she'll have the rarest ability of all our kind. The Volturi will be thrilled if they hear such a gift." He concludes with a slight bit of anger by the end of his statement he wasn't fond of the Volturi.
