Who: Kennet & Elia What: Drinking heavily. When: October 31, late night, after the ritual Where: Kennet’s trailer Rating: TBD.
Elia had barely been able to keep her head in the ritual; she had attended only because to bow out would have been to disappoint and offend the entire Coven. Issac, namely, would never have let her hear the end of it. It was unlikely that he would let her absence from the party pass without some serious pouting later – he had been rather invested in the costume they had created together, after all.
But leaving had seemed better than souring the evening for everyone else. For once, Elia was not feeling at all in the Halloween spirit. The events of the evening before were still pulling on her thoughts. The struggle with the shadows, the power she’d had to flex to regain control of them. And Marcus, who she’d had to damage in order to get the situation under control. He was nearly the last person she might want to hurt, and yet there he had been, looking up at her from the floor while she held him captive with the shadows she had re-taken.
The witch had retreated from the party, stopping only long enough to retrieve a pair of bottles of expensive, sweet wine from her trailer. She didn’t stay there – it would have been far too simple for either Issac or Alex or Marcus to find her there, and to try and coax her back to the festivities. Elia was in no mood to be coaxed, and in no mood to be festive. So she had gone to the only place she knew that no one would dare to come looking for her. She didn’t even bother knocking at Kennet’s door, only leaned against the frame to wait.