「𝗢𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗟𝗘」❝We always figure it out, don't we? ❞
▪︎ Synopsis ▪︎
Catherina was the Oracle sought out to purify the world. She was the light in the darkness that was soon going to take over"
Started: October 20, 2019
Finished: April 03, 2020
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Paul sat awkwardly in the backseat of the small car, simultaneously listening to Catherina's explanations. He found it nearly impossible to articulate just how harrowing certain aspects of her and Thorn's existence had been.
The enormity of the situation left Paul reeling. Throughout his whole life, he had never anticipated encountering an immortal human, let alone two. Until just moments ago, Paul had firmly believed that Vampires were the only beings with the ability to exceed their natural life span, yet now he was forced to reassess his preconceptions.
Paul cleared his throat, having taking the time to process Catherina's explanations. He then asked, "How do you know the Cullens?"
Thorn, who was sitting in the front seat, turned and furrowed his eyebrows in response. "Is that the name the coven goes by?"
Upon hearing the immortal male's words, Paul's body instinctively tensed up, his worry escalating rapidly. "I thought you knew them," he said, his voice suddenly heavy with suspicion.
Catherina and Thorn both sensed the shapeshifter's growing anxiety, exchanging a knowing glance. Her son nodded silently in response, focusing on enveloping the shapeshifter in a soothing blanket of white light. Catherina then took the opportunity to speak up, "We don't know them, but what I can assume is that a member of the Coven approached us."
Paul, however, failed to calm down, causing Catherina to mutter an apology before bringing the car to a halt. Turning from the driver's seat, she quickly placed the Quileute in a deep, tranquil slumber.
"He's going to be pissed off when he wakes up," Thorn observed, keeping his gaze on the unconscious shapeshifter. Catherina exhaled and nodded, before continuing to drive.
"We're definitely not going to get a warm welcome when we arrive at the house," Catherina confessed solemnly, "We can never have it easy, you know."
"It's okay, Mom," Thorn responded, reaching out to place one of his hands on top of her own, offering a gentle squeeze. "We don't need it easy, as long as we have each other," he asserted. Catherina chuckled softly and withdrew her hand, playfully swatting at his chest.
"Since when did you become so cheeky, young man?"
Thorn settled back in his seat, a proud smirk playing across his face. "I don't know," he replied with a hint of playfulness. Deep down, he harbored a sense that something positive was on the horizon for the both of them. However, he struggled to articulate the feeling, unsure if his mother shared that same intuitive pull. He wondered if perhaps she, like him, chose to keep silent about it—or if she was simply not overthinking the matter.
On most days, Catherina could effortlessly discern the burning flame within her son. However, on this occasion, a strange veil seemed to disrupt the connection they shared. She dreaded the unsettling feeling, contemplating turning back, but she knew they could not. They had made their decision, and they had made a silent agreement to stick by their word no matter what.
