# like raf! wtf she's fighting is she supposed to stop and be like "o wait i will be w u soon

[catherinedaly]

date: august 28

location: the cathedral -- rafaella’s office

status: closed to @rafaellacapulet

‘... if you speak in such a manner again I will remove you from our ranks as though you were an infection. I will cauterize your existent from us.’

Catherine can still hear her consigliere’s voice ringing in her ears. It’s much clearer now, much more terrifying and real now that the faeries have abandoned her and she’s no longer under their influence. How, she wonders, did it get so far? Within a blink of her azure eyes, the woman in front of her turned from from friend to foe, from a terribly beautiful wisp of a director to a terribly beautiful deity of vengeance. 

‘You will see me tomorrow. At 10. Now go.’

10 PM has come far too quickly. In the span of the time from the trial to now, she’s only managed to clean herself up, sleep, and grab a quick bite to eat. Her body aches in protest at every movement, but she persists--she must, as she is still alive and well and certainly not as bad off as others. Always the proper lady, she knows better than to be late; she knows to be early is to be on time, to be on time is to be late, and to be late is unacceptable. This is why, still battered and broken and bruised from the event not even twenty-four hours ago, she trudges through the Cathedral’s hallway to the Capulet advisor’s office. Catherine self-consciously runs a gentle hand over her neck as though the touch of a fallen angel is enough to erase the grip-marks there.

She wishes it could, but she knows it cannot.

The littlest Daly makes it to the office, but the door is ajar, leaving room for the commotion inside to leak outwards. It causes Catherine’s breath to hitch and she freezes. Rafaella is a lion of a woman, yes, but she is also a lion with standards; such noises would not happen in her office, but rather in a less-prominent room to her. The sounds are it’s frighteningly close to the ones elicited while Grace and Regina fought, while Catherine herself and Grace fought. Though her frame makes itself heavy, makes it nearly impossible to move, practically begs against’s the saint’s mind to stay, stay, stay, loyalty propels her forward.

She pushes to door open to its fullest extent and steps in without permission or announcement--and for good reason, too, considering the God-awful sight she’s forced to take in.

“Rafaella!”

#act i: scene ii #e: 001 / trial [aftermath] #d: august 28 #l: rafaella's office [cathedral] #c: rafaella/roseline #rafaella: 002 #/ *buckles up* #/ also this is Wack (tm) #/ all this for cat to just call raf's name #/ like raf! wtf she's fighting is she supposed to stop and be like "o wait i will be w u soon #/ but i rly didn't know what to do or how bad she's getting her ass kicked #/ so imma let u tell me #/ love u xoxo