WITHOUT

Get Things Moving!

Jefferson sat at the desk, ink pen scratching out the letters of his name. He then signed Coven of the frames. A small nod...The letter was to be handed directly to me, I was to read it the moment it was placed a upon my open palm. The sister witch had been right, waiting was the rule....But, time was moving faster.     He felt Scarlett was up to something (He had no real idea what?)    But if he knew the Queen like he did, it was going to be something no one was going to like.

She had lived on the walls with all of them for so long, it had been a blessing when Briar had collected them all. Maybe not so much Scarlett.      Times were tough, Briar offered sanctuary.     Every halloween, she had freed them.      Gave them all a chance to stretch. She had always paid particular attention to Scarlett.....Jefferson recalled a friendship of sorts.     The others informed him they had once been close, when Briar had been just a girl.

But, Briar grew up.

Briar started to have trouble, and trouble was also all around her.    Jefferson shook his head, he remembered the great fires. They took many of his kind, and a few of the innocent variety. That's when he knew, the humans had started out with the best of intentions....But, even they had become blood thirsty.

No one was spared, Briar collected bones....The mansion was built. She collected portraits, hang them on her walls.    Covens were divided, no one trusted anyone.     The humans found other creatures to prey a upon, Jefferson remembered angels and fairies being mentioned, and that the humans were involved. At the time, he didn't care what the hell humans were getting up to (Later, he wished he'd listened closer)

Briar had loved Clark right from the beginning. Clark was very odd. She was all kinds of wildness, he could see why Briar liked her so much!

He folded his letter in half, then in half again.....The mansion required this coven to form.   Should he and his fellow brothers and sisters set some rules?     It might be wise.    It hadn't crossed his mind, I might not wish to keep them out of their frames.   I might wish to put everything back as I'd found it.

Jefferson's face never left the desk, but he moved his eyes to the maid by the door.

"Girl.   Take this to the head of this building (Jefferson turned, held the fold paper towards her) Do you understand?    Only her hands are to touch this. No one else's.."        Jefferson then placed the paper into the two waiting hands, the maid did a small nod (Curtsy) left the room.

Jefferson continued to sit a moment.    Rules?    The first would be never to return to the frames.    And, protection from the black-hearted Queen.     It would be wise to know a little of me, and all who I called friends.     Could I acquaint himself and the others to the dead boy, and the girl?      Were they apart of my power?        Too many questions.      Jefferson leaned back in his chair, was I going to be a problem?       Oh how he hated puzzles.    He knew they were to test you mentally, make you think!    

Jefferson preferred simple things. Or to just end them on the spot!

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"Trin, I want EB to have longer hair. She looks sweet as she is.   But, it does stress her out immensely having to have short hair. I like her shorten hair....She looks so cut edge, punk-ish.   But, I'm not her.      She wants to look like me, and you.    She want's Bell's hair too.."     Stella nodded to Bell.     Bell gave a small nod..."She offered to comb my hair once, she sat holding a small portion of it. She wanted her hair to grow.." Bell then repined a loose strand.