Is the title dramatic enough? lol
Here's a book of all my various plot bunnies! All of my bastard children that I'll never legitimize. Most are posted on my Tumblr (lots born from a 'create a character on the spot' or the 'if they had a kid' games t...
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Laurel Bishop
(Laurel is a recent plot bunny that I might actually pick up, once I see how s2 plays out. She's Diana's fraternal twin sister; she's embraced her magic her whole life, always been rather adept at it but she mysteriously disappeared when the girls were seventeen, on the ten-year anniversary of their parents death. Unbeknownst to Diana, she time-walked back to the Elizabethan Era; the pair are reunited in 1591)
"You look like Mom," the redhead mentally told her. Diana chuckled in ecstatic disbelief.
Diana hadn't seen her in years but she knew that this stranger standing before her was her twin. There wasn't a doubt in her mind; as soon as she laid her eyes on her, she knew. She felt it in her bones as surely as she knew she loved Matthew with every fibre of her being. It didn't take long before an all too familiar feeling started pricking at her senses, like lightning or static beneath her skin. It was followed by a soft whispering in her mind and she knew then that the woman was Laurel. When they were children, telepathically talking to her sister had been the only thing that hadn't frightened her about magic. Laurel's voice had been the only one she'd welcomed in her mind, an anchor when she felt like she was drowning in madness. Years without that intimate connection and, suddenly, it was back as if it had never left.
"You look just like Dad." The women grinned and rushed towards one another, collapsing into a long overdue hug. Diana clutched her twin tighter and breathed her in. Laurel smelled like lily of the valley, like their mother, and that finally pushed her emotions over the precipice. "Where the hell have you been?!" she cried into her ear.
"Waiting, for this," she sighed, content. "As soon as I realized what I'd done, I tried to come back." Pulling back, Laurel grasped her sister's hands. "I wanted to, you have to believe me, but Elizabeth stopped me."
"Elizabeth?" she echoed, looking around the busy market suspiciously. Leaning closer, she whispered, "Has she been holding you hostage?"
"What? No! Of course not," Laurel retorted, laughing at the absurdity. "Elizabeth is a friend. She's a witch, Diana, like us and a very powerful seer. She found me, told me I had important work to do, that I had to prepare. And that meant staying here." Diana stared at her sister in utter disbelief, her joy quickly falling to anger.
"In Elizabethan London? Away from your family, your sister? You abandoned me! For seventeen years, Laurel! What the hell could be so important?!"
