“Do you uh—” He paused, rubbing the back of his neck with an expression of clear discomfort. The injury was too severe for him to simply ignore, but he wasn’t keen on facing it head on. It was almost impossible to look at. “You need some help with that?” If need be, the phoenix was considering blindly sending a concentrated blast of fire in their direction. “Or are we good?”
Her leg was mangled, the laceration deep enough that she knew there was muscle damage. It would heal, sure, but it would take far longer than she liked if she left it on it’s own. “Or are we good, he asks,” she muttered to herself, teeth grit against the pain. “What kind of stupid ass question is that? It’s just a little near leg loss, quit acting like a baby,” she snapped, shaking hands tearing her jacket into strips to try to get the damn thing covered before she lost enough blood to pass out.
“Just call this number,” she instructed, handing him her phone, not caring that there was blood on it, “and tell the person that answers that Bells needs a damn healing potion and then help me get out of the open.”
What: Half keres, half witch Duties: Helping out around her dad’s shop Age: looks late teens/early 20′s Sexuality: Pansexual Talents: black magic, death magic, blood magic, accelerated healing, shadow travel short distances
Belladonna is definitely her father’s daughter, there is no doubt about that. But she has her mother’s sarcastic recklessness in spades. It’s a good thing she’s more on the immortal side or it could really get her into trouble.
The first time she really did any kind of magic, she had been a mere child, in kindergarten of all things. Another child had pushed her and Belladonna had punched him the face, hard enough to give him a bloody nose, and then she repeated a spell she had read in one of her dad’s books. The boy ended up in a coma and she was no longer allowed to attend public schools. None of them are exactly sure how she managed to remember that particular one or how she had learned to pronounce the words correctly since Latin wasn’t exactly something she knew all that well at the time.
Much to her mother’s eternal frustration, Bells hasn’t mellowed out at all since growing up. But, every time she’s told that she’s going to be the death of her mother, she just rolls her eyes and laughs because her mother is immortal and too dramatic some days.
Bells is fluent in English, Greek, and Latin, she has a decent grasp of German and Gaelic. She knows a small amount of Spanish and French, but not nearly as much as she probably should.
“Ya do better at it than most people.” Sometimes she didn’t even manage to see her family for weeks at a time. She managed to go a month and a half without seeing Jasper once. “Guess it means you’re dedicated.”
“I think it’s more that I don’t take no for an answer and half stalk you,” she teased, though they both knew there was some truth to the first part.
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