When you're in ecstasy

But you're not with me

I feel everything

Ursula didn’t spend a great amount of time actually here at the inn. She had purchased it with every intention of letting those that already ran it continue to do so. It was an investment, not a project. She already had a project. One that didn’t involve cleaning up after other people. But that wasn’t her biggest concern right now. She thought that figuring out more about her hearts was what was truly important, and she knew that while she couldn’t do that here, she could potentially scope out some muggles that she might use as test subjects. No one ever seemed to mind when the elderly couples went missing. There were very few people around looking for them.

She wanted younger test subjects. She wanted to find people that she could actually test things on, and not risk them dying of unknown diseases or things that she couldn’t see. She wanted someone fit, and healthy, and young. But still someone that people weren’t going to notice was missing. A backpacker, or a hiker. Someone that could easily be killed by animals in the woods, and no one would care. Most of her victims, it seemed, were male as well. And she couldn’t say for sure if that was the Blackwoods influence or not, but it was a rather amusing thought.

Most of the time Ursula didn’t have anything against men. She rather liked their company, in fact, but she thought that she had more than a few opinions about what was best for her, and her future, now that certain things had been settled. If they were settled. She didn’t know if they were settled, but it wasn’t like she was about to ask. All she knew was that she hadn’t lost her mentor out of the deal, and that was what she cared about. He was more important to her in that regard than any.

And she didn’t think that there would have been any sense in competing against someone that she had never stood a chance against in the first place. He could make his own decisions, and she would decide what to do about hers, and they didn’t have to have anything to do with each other anymore. Parallel lines. That’s what they were always supposed to be, and when they had gotten too close together, things had seemed to go all wrong. This was better. This was something that she wanted and enjoyed.

She still thought that she loved him, but not the way that he needed her too. She loved him, yes. But she wasn’t in love with him. And there was a big difference. Still, he had shown her what she needed, and she had given herself the distance that she had craved from the boys. She was truly on her own for the first time. The sense of co-dependency was gone. And she had Rabastan to thank for that. He had made her grow up, and she didn’t think that she would be strong enough to do what had to be done if he hadn’t.

Ursula knew what she wanted. But she also knew that that was something that she would have a very hard time trying to explain. Though she didn’t think that his muggle father would care all that much. And his witch mother had never wanted anything to do with him. But using him for her experiments… She didn’t know if she was there yet. Not until she was more certain that it was going to work. There were others though, others that she would have gladly used in these early stages.

This was not the time to think of killing the men in her life. The ones that had not served her well… No. This was the moment to be cheerful, and happy, and carry on pleasant conversations with those checking into the inn. She was manning the front desk for a little while this afternoon, and she thought that it was interesting to see the apparent randomization of her guests. Smiling when the front door opened again, Ursula’s voice was warm and welcoming. “Welcome to Ddafad Bed and Breakfast, do you have a reservation?”

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I feel everything
_{so let's burn slow}

There wasn’t much that Asher found gave him ore pleasure than when he was riding. Be it a horse, a motorbike, or a broom. Most of his life’s worries, cares and strifes faded away as he felt the air on his face, felt the breeze going through his clothes. He could feel free for once in his life and not be Asher Parkinson, but instead was someone else. Had he been smrt he would have been like his mother, and he would have tried to change his stars, look for something outside of where he was, try and find a place of his own, but Asher, it seemed was not smart. He did not want to leave his friends and family behind, if anything he wanted more than anything to make them have more time in his life. It was hard to say why he had gone to Wales, he had never been there before save for when he was playing quidditch and if there was anything in this world that he needed, it wasn’t likely that he needed to go all the way to Wales for it.

He had spent a massive amount of time with his parents that day, but when he had gotten on his broke he had just followed the road, enjoying the ride and letting his wheels take him wherever they willed. The Place was beautiful, even if there was a lot of sheep and he sent his sister a text as he sat on his bike outside of the bed and breakfast. He would stay the night, have himself a mini break. Who knows, maybe he would find himself a lass to have some fun with if the mood struck him. He ran a hand through his hair and took his helmet with him.

He had done the date and though Blake Burbage was a beautiful woman, he was probably the last person in the world that she wanted to date. So, good time or not he did not see her contacting him. Such was life though, it was not as simple as finding forever in a blind date and he would simply just have to keep trying, keep looking when he was ready for it. If he was ever ready for it. He unzipped his leather jacket as he opened the door and smiled to the woman at the desk when she addressed him.

”I’m sorry, no, I don’t have one. I surprised myself with a little get away. “ He said honestly before running a hand into his hair and giving her a small smile. ”If you need my name though, it’s Asher Parkinson. “ Most places asked for a name, for at least checking in, though he hoped that she didn’t think that he was trying to use his name to get a good room or something. He never even did that at the higher end places. The lass was lovely and he was sure that he had seen her somewhere before, it could be that they were close in age or something, he was not sure though.

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WHEN YOU'RE IN ECSTASY

but you're not with me

I feel everything

Rabastan had made her grow up, and Ursula knew that it had been a long time coming, but he had truly made her grow up this winter, and she had needed that. She had needed someone to tell her to get away from those boys. To realize that she was better than that. And she had honestly wondered, looking back now, why it had been him, and not Avalon that had gotten to her first? But in the end, it didn’t matter which one of them had done it. It didn’t matter who had convinced her that it was time to grow up and stop playing with little boys.

And that was exactly what they were. They were little boys. They always would be. Too concerned with their own feelings to really have much to do with anything else outside of that. Merlin and Arthur would always be Merlin and Arthur, and Lancelot would always be a thorn in her side. Someone had needed to try and apologize to Gwen after all of these years, and she had attempted, but even then, it had been too little too late. And she knew that. Trying to repent for sins of the past would never have actually worked out for anyone. It simply wasn’t in her nature to apologize.

If she thought that she could have gotten her hands-on Lance’s heart, she would have used it in an instant. She would have tried her experiments on him, with no remorse. She would not have cared if he lived or died through them. And that was truly the only thing that was stopping her from trying them on Arthur in the first place. Perhaps she wasn’t dependent on the boys any more, but she did keep an eye on them. From a distance now. And she knew that she still would have liked to try it. To see if she could get him away from Lance.

It was clear to everyone that wasn’t Merlin nad Arthur, that Merlin and Arthur were supposed to be together. She had had them both in her bed. She knew better than to think that they were all going to get along for the rest of their lives if she did something like that. But she wanted to push them. She wanted them to at least try. And they hadn’t. Not when Lance was always going to be around to tempt Arthur away. And she hated him. She didn’t think that there was anyone else that she hated as much as she couldn’t stand Lancelot.

Thinking about murdering him wasn’t going to get her anywhere though. She was here trying to decide if there was anyone that had come into the inn that she could use for her experiments. She needed young muggle men that were going to be easy to make disappear. People that traveled alone were often easier. Foreigners were even better. It was harder for people to really track them. And when they came in here, there was no way that they knew that they were actually in an inn run by a witch. It made them easy targets.

And she would take full advantage of all of the little flies that came buzzing into her web. That she knew for certain. She wasn’t going to shy away from taking everything that she could from all of them. Be that their money, or their life. She didn’t care which she ended up with. Sometimes it was both. If she were really smart, she thought that she might find herself an old, dying wizarding husband, and take his money and his heart too. But she had yet to find one that would make for good prey. Eleanor Bulstrode was far too attentive to her Selwyn father to allow something like that to happen. But she hadn’t yet ruled it out. She would get there.

The man that opened the door was not someone that she thought that she would be potentially stealing wealth and privilege, and possibly life, from. The name he gave her protected him from that. Though as she ran through the list of names in her head, she was having trouble placing that one. He must have been from a younger line. She knew Pansy didn’t have any brothers. It wasn’t really all that big of a concern how he was related to the main Parkinson line, all she knew was that it meant that she couldn’t mess with him. “Welcome.” The word was repeated with a smile, “Just the one night then?” A surprise get away could never really be depended on to be more than one night in length.

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