The Lion and The Black Moths: A Gothic Fairytale {OPEN STARTER}

Once upon a time…..

In a new life where nobody knew them…or what they had done. 

In life, as Edith Cushing remarked after the events of the tragedy of Allerdale Hall, Thomas and Lucille had been parasites. They were black moths who fed on the pretty little butterflies of Victorian society, spoiled pretty little things full of grace and good upbringing with absolutely no idea of what pain and hardship truly were. They lived by doting on while slowly killing and taking from those who were too fragile and oblivious for the world. 

Now in this new life, they were doing something entirely different. They were literally living off another organism now, their life force of their rna based physical forms tied to Taka’s immortality. But this time, it wasn’t parasitism. It was something else. The Sharpe siblings were now Symbiotes. Their lion queen used her own life force to keep them in a physical form, to actually create life in its absence, or what was once absence. As long as their beloved queen continued to stay alive and have enough energy to support all three of them, Lucille and her brother could use their senses, move about their environment, smell hear and do everything else that living things could. In return for this existence, they cared for her. The moths gave the lion companionship and love, and the lion gave the moths life and love. It was beautifully ironic that the queen of the animal kingdom should mirror the actions of her people. Symbiosis was common, and many completely different species managed it(of course, they were the only ones who actually mated with each other…). 

The imp and her mates could not be more different. It was as if the sun had fallen in love with the moon, or that life itself had mingled with death. As she sat beside the imp who had given her a second existence, Lucille Sharpe’s dark viridian green Victorian mourning dress and dark chestnut hair was a stark contrast to her lover’s golden skin, light brown leather clothing and tawny light brunette mane that looked nearly golden as the sun in itself when the light hit it. It was a new life for them. A new bond. The new queen(Lucille had become a queen in name herself when she and her brother became Taka’s mates…when she became her wife) told herself that she needed to stop worrying. That fear however would always be there. For many years she and Thomas had to hide their monstrous love behind closed doors along with the crimes necessary to maintain their existence. She couldn’t help that her hand gripped her lover’s claws. This would be their first stroll in public outside the borders of Milele, the sacred land which served as the light one’s lands. “Are you absolutely sure that no one knows us?” The English beauty frowned as they rose to their feet, both her and Thomas helping their wild bride to her feet and sliding the imps crutches under her arms, locking the leather band of the crutch in place. “You know what they would do to us?” The she imp giggled, smiling toothily yet with so much love towards both of her worried mates. “The people of the enchanted forest are extremely simple creatures love.” Taka let out a yawn and a particularly deliberate feline stretch as Lucille’s long dress and Thomas’ coat fluttered about them like velvety dark wings. “They don’t care what goes on in their own realm let alone others.” She kissed her cheek softly. “You’ll be fine dearie.”