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Tweak says, "Mich Forever"

bound_john (bound_john) wrote in bound_rp,
@ 2013-08-20 22:17:00

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A page from my book
Date: 30th December 2012
Time: 14:23pm
Location: The Shack
Characters: John Irvine, Lux Warren
Description: Truce(-ulent)?
Status: Complete.

John relaxed into the sofa, his legs propped on on the far arm as he undid the leather straps around the Irvine book of shadows. Somewhere in here, he knew, was what he'd been looking for. He'd come across the spell before - a conjuration that helped to repair fractured machinery, if you had all of the parts. He'd like to pretend that it was some high-end piece of dock equipment, but in reality, his TV was just broken.

He'd always liked it at the shack, despite his frequent complaints that most of them had their own places now, with central heating, that weren't miles out of town in the middle of nowhere. The charms they had in place kept it warm and dry, despite the holes in the ceiling, and the glamours made sure that it never stood out to any passing rambler who didn't know exactly what he or she was looking for. Their herbs were plentiful, the rare ingredients cupboards stocked for the winter. Not that it really mattered to them much, of course. Any witch with a passing interest in earth as an element could encourage soil to bear fruit if they really wanted to.

The thick vellum sighed as he folded a leaf over, his eyes scanning through the grimoire quickly. A while back, somebody - it might have been Eva, he wasn't sure - had suggested digitising their Books, but something innately experiential remained in the hard copies. They hadn't practiced magic in a big way as a Circle for a while, at any rate, although he was sure that would change now that Lux was back.

He sighed irritably at the memory of their chance encounter in the coffee shop a while back. He hadn't seen her since, although he knew that Harmony and some of the others had. He'd even heard that she might be staying this time, although he'd been burned by that before. His memory began to slide back to a moonlit meadow, on horseback, for just a moment, before he shook his head and focused on the pages. Thinking about Lux wasn't going to help anything. Of course, the second he thought that, he felt someone approaching through their wards and spell barriers.

Lux?

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bound_lux
2013-08-20 06:19 pm UTC (link)

It had been three months to the day that Lux Warren had returned home permanently. For the petite brunette it was hard to believe. Her time away seemed like a blur to her memories—where had all that time gone? She had created a life for herself in Boston and now she was back where she started. It had been time to come home and face her demons. She couldn’t truly move on until she closed the chapter of her brother’s mystery. The questions finally poured in, the reality of the situation taking its toll. It was time to return to the circle, time to face John and accept her responsibilities.

She didn’t need light to see through the darkness of the forest. She had walked the same path so many times she had memorized it. Pushing a stray branch away, the shack appeared in the distance. From her vantage point she could tell someone was there. Her sixth sense hummed with energy, as she felt drawn to the familiar blue door. Lux hesitated on the doorstep as the moonlight cast its glow about her petite figure. She didn’t need to open the door to know he was there. Taking a deep breath, she twisted the handle and entered.

The dim lights played shadows against her porcelain skin as she stepped inside. Clad only in a pair of jeans, riding boots, and a black winter pea-coat, Lux would cautiously remove her jacket revealing a white v-neck sweater. Almost as a sign of a truce, she found herself staring down at the familiar figure. Emerald hues would collide with jade.

"John." She paused, she hadn't known exactly where he would be. She had allowed instinct and Circe to guide her to the shack. Those instincts never failed her, she was here for no other reason than to speak with him. No note, no warning had been left this time.

"I think it's time we talked..."

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