BROKEN HEARTED AND LOST && feyre

[Feyre]

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Feyre had been given to the witches far before she was able to make any real and meaningful connections to her parents. She loved them, as a daughter should, but knew nothing other than the fact that they were both deceased now, their souls either fragmented and lost or recycled and sent back to Earth for redemption. Sometimes, she liked to believe that she missed them. Truly missed them. But deep down inside, the little witch knew that that was far from the case. If anything, she possessed a vague interest in them, her knowledge of their names and faces the only thing she really had and proper cause for her to merely be intrigued by the existences they once lived. It hadn't occurred to her that they had been the ones to give her to the witches, frightened by what could happen if her magic became too overwhelming. Unbalanced. Even if she did discover truth, she didn't think she'd be bothered. Life was better this way.

It was strange that this individual was her cousin though, especially given the fact that he showed no signs of possessing any magic. [color=#3f5351]"Do you not carry the witch gene?" Feyre suddenly inquired, frowning. If they were truly related, wouldn't he have the same abilities that she did? Or was there something she was missing? She sighed, deciding to instead focus her attention on his words, lips pursing ever so slightly. [color=#3f5351]"I have a small room where I keep my candles and my books and my spell stuff, but otherwise, I sleep under the Great Oak. I don't like being inside for too long, especially at night," She explained quietly, moving to join him on the bed. His offer was appreciated though, especially given the fact that it could rain at any time and she didn't want to catch a cold. [color=#3f5351]"Thank you... I guess my ancestors were right when they said that I would find family here."