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Tweak says, "Me? I'm dishonest."

Vaughn Davis (shebringscurses) wrote in bellumlogs,
@ 2010-03-18 23:43:00

Entry tags:

beast, beauty, black forest witch, plot: fables

Who: witchy!Vaughn, fuzzy!Daniel, and beauty!Ella.
What: Fable throwdown.
Where: R1.
When: Late morning of fable post. 11 am-ish.

She'd witnessed the sun in a whole new way. Bedroom window wedged wide open, and a witch sat on the sill. The cloak was shed to into the aftermath of forgotten carpet on the floor of 1002, but she wore a thin dress. The wind from ten stories up was quite strong, and it whipped long, black curls into her eyes. Yet, the witch wasn't disturbed from her perch. She quite liked it all the way up here, even if she was forced to come to terms with the fact that this was not her forest.

Or, maybe it was. Maybe the Black Forest had changed. Maybe all of these structures had once been trees. The lean carve of her frostbitten legs dangled out from all those stories up, and the witch tilted her cheek against the cool edge of the sill.

She smoked, but now found herself with a pipe rather than those confusing cigarettes. Everything was coming together. Everything in this moment, in this strange land, was bending to her will. Molding into her comfort, just the way it was meant to be.

The morning rolled through slowly, and by eleven there was really only one more curiosity to sate. The witch didn't bother with shoes, but the cloak and it's heavy hood were dragged back onto the brittle constellation of her bones before she set out. Ascending, ascending. Somehow, she knew the navigation flawlessly. Almost as if she'd made this trip before, although the witch was very confident that she hadn't. There was only a shred of Vaughn's awareness left in her, but it sang like a harp string. It was the lone voice urging her up, begging the witch to go see. Just to check. Just this once.

The witch complied. After all, it seemed like such a simple task, to simply open the door of R1 -- which she found unlocked -- and make her way quietly inside.

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bookshelved
2010-03-20 06:00 am UTC (link)

When he moved closer, she smiled down at him a moment, expression unguarded and fond. Then she looked back up at the witch, her gaze shuttering almost immediately, becoming a blank thing. She knew it would not be wise to let this woman know her thoughts, despite the nagging suspicion that they knew each other.

She listened to his words, and she decided the best course of action was to follow his lead, though she did not understood why he said what he did to the witch. She tugged aside one shoulder of the loose shirt she wore, letting the witch see the red stained gauze there. "He speaks the truth. The vampire injured me, and the Beast saved me."

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shebringscurses
2010-03-20 06:10 am UTC (link)

The witch said nothing for a long moment. Her attention wavered between the crimson stain on the gauze, to the young woman's face, and then down to the Beast. "I am not here to punish you," she murmured to reassure him once more. Slim-boned fingers hitched in the fabric of her cloak, hauling it's heavy luxury back onto her shoulders. It was obvious that she was preparing for a farewell, one that seemed to be leaving the two of them unscathed.

"If you believe her to be the one to break your spell, bonne chance." Somewhere, inside of her, Vaughn lashed out like a scream that echoed through her every cell. The witch tilted her head, wondering in that moment why she didn't punish the Beast some more. And the girl too, just for good measure. It seemed important, although she could not figure out why. The witch shook her head at the discomfort of such rivaling thoughts, and pulled the velvet cowl back over her hair.

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labete
2010-03-20 06:16 am UTC (link)

It was Daniel that would have been blown over by a feather at that point. The Beast was... nonplussed. He had not expected the visit, as he had not known what to expect from her presence once he became aware of it. Yet now she did not seem a threat. Despite her power she was being extraordinarily civil, and he did not perceive a danger where he might have a moment ago, or felt at sharp moments from the more human part of himself. When she made as if to retreat, however, he took a tentative silent step forward, keeping his head low but tipping it up at her inquiringly. "But..." he said, urgently, "but it is your spell. Can you not--"

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shebringscurses
2010-03-20 06:30 am UTC (link)

This was tender, uneven ground. With every passing second, the witch was becoming more and more on edge. Such rising turmoil at the base of her spine, climbing one vertebrae at a time, it didn't make sense to her at all. Half of the feelings she could not label or recognize, but they felt like distant shadows of betrayal, hurt, and anguish. Wherever this strange unfamiliar feeling was coming from, she didn't like it.

The Beast chose the wrong moment to make such an ill-advised request of her. When he spoke, the witch spun as if she'd been struck by his claws rather than his words. The thick hem of her cloak fanned out in a shadowy, wide circle.

"NO!" Her voice was an angry clap of thunder that rattled the windows and sent volumes of books flying from one of their bookshelves, as if swiped loose by an invisible and violent hand.

"I can, but I won't. You'd do well not to test my generosity tonight, pet! I have half a mind to keep you in this state forever, now that you're so.. kind.. and brave."

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bookshelved
2010-03-20 06:36 am UTC (link)

She knew things were going to get bad well before they did. She did not know if it was intuition, knowledge of the witch, a whispering from the flowers on the balcony. Somehow, she just knew.

When the witch's cloak fanned, she moved even closer to the Beast at her side. The flying books and rattle of thunder made her hold onto the Beast's fur and duck her head for safety against his softness as the books battered them. Even with that, she didn't scream. Above her mounting fear, the scent of roses could be smelled in the room, and thorny vines were starting to creep from the corners of the living room, unthinking things brought on by her fear that creeped toward the witch.

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labete
2010-03-20 06:43 am UTC (link)

The Beast pressed back into Beauty so tightly that his ribs scraped against her hip and she could probably feel his heart drumming like hummingbird wings under his skin. His fur flattened entirely and he pulled paws and chin down to make himself as small as possible under the assault of the Witch's anger, a strange feat for so large an animal. Daniel would have become angry, but under the fear the Beast only had desperate hope, too much to ignore even in answer to the Witch's rebuttal. "It has been many years," he said, in a soft whine.

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shebringscurses
2010-03-20 06:52 am UTC (link)

"The spell knows when it's deed is done," she said as an air of calm came back to her. The explosive moment was wrestled low and tucked away once the Beast cowered so preciously. He did not need kindness from the witch in order to be free, the nature of the spell was one that would resolve itself.

She crossed her arms over the flat of her abdomen in a moment's strange consciousness. Apprehensive as she waited for the unfamiliar emotions to rise again, but in that brief crack of her anger, the unknown chaos seemed to have been sated. At least for now.

Movement in the corner of the room drew the witch's attention, quick and curious as any predator. She faced it, and blinked at the crawling thorns and vines. True interest sparked in her eyes then, and when she spoke, her voice was soft. "What magic is this?"

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bookshelved
2010-03-20 06:58 am UTC (link)

The alternating calm and storm kept her from finding her footing. She didn't know whether to listen or duck, and she suspected that was what made the witch so dangerous; the not knowing. It reminded her of someone just outside the edges of her memory, and though she tried to catch the thought as it flitted past, it slipped through her fingers.

The Beast's soft whine made her angry at the witch, and with the anger, the vines inched ever closer. From every corner, they crept toward the witch's feet, stopping for a moment when she asked her question. She petted the Beast's fur along his spine, scratched at the back of his neck. "I do not know," she said. It wasn't a lie; she had no idea how it was happening; it simply was.

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shebringscurses
2010-03-20 07:08 am UTC (link)

She contemplated the vines with a tilt of her head and a subtle tension between her brows. Those wintry eyes fell into a tight squint of focus. Although the witch had never known fear, she recognized that these thorns were not of her magic, and would possibly not even react to her magic. She didn't try to influence them; with strange spells, it was best to leave them be. The silence stretched on until finally, the witch took one slow, cautious step backward.

When her attention lifted, the dark humor in her eyes was all for the Beast. "It seems you have a witch of your very own, animal. Let her tinker with or remove my spell for you!" And with that, there was a new hiss of jealousy. It sounded strange and alien on the witch's tongue, but she did not think on it. Instead, she turned to leave them to their sad circumstances.

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