ᴡᴇ ᴘɪʟʟᴀɢᴇ, ᴡᴇ (plunder) wrote in crownplazaic, @ 2020-12-10 20:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log/thread, killian jones, sabrina spellman |
Who: Killian & Sabrina
What: Having a chat about Darkness, making some plans
When: Yesterday
Where: The greenhouse
Warnings: Nah?
Status: Complete
The greenhouse was no dilapidated sort of thing - it was quite lush, more verdant shades than one could shake a stick at. Some were nascent, bright, yet pale enough to give a sort of glint from a distance. Others were shimmery, like summer leaves, undertones of blue and yellow speckled here and there. It flourished somehow, surprisingly, a jungle without trees - Killian didn’t know who or what kept up with things here but he was quite grateful for the mysterious greenhouse attendant. Today he was in there gathering herbs for potions he might need - more sleeping potions, yes, but he thought that perhaps he ought to concoct a few locator potions too. When poured over an object belonging to whomever the user wished to track, the object glowed and led the user right to whatever they were looking for. It was one of the simplest potions so he planned to make a few, and then offer them up to anyone who might need to find a missing person next time the hotel made a stop someplace. Offer up a handy potion for a price, of course. Dark Ones did not do anything for free. He had gathered enough moss already, and was busy at the table in the greenhouse, mixing and stirring. It was quiet, and he was more than fine with that - the hotel could be quite noisy on occasion; he was hardly interested in the goings on anyway. For as long as she had been there, there were still quite a few places that Sabrina had yet to see on the grounds of the hotel. The greenhouse was one of those places. Despite being fascinated by how verdant it seemed, she hadn’t yet come up with a reason as to why she should check it out. Then she found out that one could find a whole host of herbs both exotic and common inside there, and she suddenly had all the reasons she needed to feel as though she should become familiar with the contents of the building. Although she vaguely remembered Killian saying something about gathering herbs for potions, Sabrina had stupidly thought he meant outside near the archery field. Learning about the greenhouse made her feel a little silly for making that presumption, since she felt like she would have known better if she had just found a map of this place to study. Thanks to her aunties, Sabrina was proficient in herbal medicine, but hadn’t had many opportunities to use it herself. Of course, neither her aunties or Ambrose happened to be around, meaning she would have to fend for herself in that respect. Trying to stay optimistic, she took a measure of pride in having another potentially useful skill. She was quietly exploring the greenhouse, keeping an eye on Salem as best as she could, not wanting to be separated from him for long. She had no idea if his demonic powers would be affected here, but didn’t want to take any chances. Pausing when she noticed someone was at the table, she smiled and gave a little wave. “Hi, I hope I’m not bothering you.” Killian looked up, those forget-me-not eyes focusing on Sabrina - he’d been so engrossed in his work, he hadn’t really paid much attention to his surroundings, instead preferring to crank out as many potions as he could. But he had to admit the company was appreciated - perhaps he ought to pull himself out of ‘the zone’ and actually converse with someone. He put on a good show, he thought - wore a carefully constructed mask - but beneath the devil-may-care exterior was, well, someone who was more than a bit lost. Didn’t help that he was plagued by actual Darkness either - the presence of evil just out of reach and shadowy in his peripherals. “Hello, love,” he greeted, flashing a smile in return - a small one, but it was there all the same. “You’re not bothering me. I’m just making a locator potion or two. What are you up to?” Sabrina blushed softly, suddenly feeling shy around Killian - she had no idea if she had interrupted him doing something important, and knew how she might feel if someone intruded on her personal space. Then he actually responded and even smiled slightly - both good signs - and she didn’t feel as though she was inconveniencing him or being a pain in his behind, which was good, since he was one of a few people she was truly comfortable around regardless of the craziness she had been through in her short but oddly jam-packed life. Even though she often put on a happy face and acted positive - well, there was still the part of her that truly was Lucifer’s spawn. “Locator potion?” she asked, eyebrows quirking up - clearly intrigued but not wanting to be too nosy. “I was exploring a little, trying to learn my way around since I can’t find any maps of this place. Oh, and showing Salem around,” she added, gesturing at the mostly black cat that was sniffing about. “‘ello, Salem,” Killian greeted the cat - he remembered Sabrina saying her familiar was really a demon or something like that. Point was, he talked, which was intriguing. He had an extra bit of moss and, after a swirl of red smoke, he transfigured the clump into a similarly-sized sardine. A bit of fish for Salem, that he tossed near the cat should he want to partake. He’d actually gone fishing and found a bountiful catch or two, but didn’t have anything with him at the moment - still, next time he came across Salem he would remember to bring something appropriate. But anyway. “Locator potion,” he continued. “You just pour it on an object belonging to someone, and it’ll lead you to them. Handy if you lose track of someone. If they wander off. I just thought I’d have a supply ready.” But the Captain sighed then, rolling one of the smooth white stones in his good hand, a stone required for the spell. “Not certain if it’ll be required, though I suppose it’s better than setting things on fire. You ever just feel like doing that?” If only because burning things was cathartic - you could destroy something and then start over again. There was a kind of relief in that. Salem meowed in a way that could be construed as a greeting - Sabrina smiling wider at the way Killian acknowledged that Salem was no ordinary cat. She knew it might take time for Salem to warm up to Killian, but she was interested in seeing how her familiar reacted to both him and Stephen. The fish was sniffed at, but seemed to be appreciated. She moved closer to him as he started to explain about the potion, keeping enough distance between them to maintain personal space boundaries - something she was working on since she didn’t want to inadvertently make anyone uncomfortable. “Oh, we have locator spells that we use,” she piped up. “It requires something that belonged to the person or creature in question, but it works relatively the same way.” Hearing him sigh made the witch frown, understanding that shift in his mood all too well, having experienced the sensation herself. “Oh, all the time. Especially recently, although I’m not sure if this place would even let me do that right.” An impish smirk danced across her lips as she remembered one of her tests from the Dark Lord. “I almost burnt down my high school once, because the Dark Lord wanted me to prove that I deserved his blessing.” Now she was wishing she had gone through with it. He wasn’t certain if they had a Dark Lord in his world - religion was a tricky thing, but there was the worship of gods and goddesses, a Hades who ruled over the Underworld and those who were deemed worthy ascended to Mount Olympus or what have you. It was very Greek, he supposed, and ancient Greek was a language he’d learned while with the Royal Navy. Not like it really came in handy much, besides during his tenure as Lieutenant Jones. But a Dark Lord. The Devil. Satan. All of it was similar, wasn’t it? “What teenager doesn’t want to burn down their high school?” he smirked. Killian was quite sure that he would want to, if he’d actually gone to high school and if he’d been given the opportunity. “It’s frustrating, to be here with your magic gone all wonky, I presume. I feel a similar way - I feel as if there’s not much left for me to do besides entirely give into the darkness I’ve been cursed with. Maybe then things will become clearer.” Perhaps if he did, he’d have his power and the power of all the former Dark Ones - and he wouldn’t have to play by the rules of this world any longer. It was strange, trying to fit in here while warring between who he had once been and who he could become - and exhausting, he had to admit. She was still getting used to the whole ‘from different worlds’ thing - the Lucifer here wasn’t the same as her father, for example, so she had no place to comment on how all that jazz worked where someone else came from, and as such kept her mouth shut. The only thing that she could be certain of was that when she died, she was going straight to Hell. All things considered it was a rather freeing bit of information, as it meant she wasn’t constantly weighing her soul. Still, she could tell that Killian knew who she was talking about regardless. “Hey now, I have some excellent memories of high school,” she responded. “The Academy of Unseen Arts, on the other hand… that place deserves to go up in flames, as does like, eighty-five percent of the warlocks and witches who went there.” Sabrina wrinkled her nose at his next words. “Frustrating is one way of putting it. I’m so used to just doing things - but here I have to remember to pull back and not use my full power. I just want to let loose, and damn the consequences, but, well…” Letting her voice trail off, she felt silly about nearly admitting that she was worried at what might happen if she did give in to that urge. She was a witch, the most powerful of her generation, blessed - or cursed, depending on how one looked at it - with the Dark Lord’s power, able to perform miracles. Except not here. Killian set aside the potion ingredients, paying full attention to Sabrina. Not that he wasn’t before, but this was the first time he ever really opened up about how his ‘give a fuck’ meter became more and more busted with each passing day. At least to this degree of detail. He’d talked to Loki about his situation, a little, and the trickster seemed to have some kind of solution in their back pocket - but Killian wasn’t so sure about that. It was a lot of power to give up. Some days, it seemed like a better option to just give in. “Why not just let loose, then?” he shrugged. “Seems like you’re tiptoeing around the magic of the hotel, rather than being free. It brought you here, it can’t expect you to snuff out who you are.” Sabrina was lost in her thoughts, mulling over the conversation with Killian. The truth of the matter was that without her mortal friends or her family around, there wasn’t anything really stopping her from testing just how powerful she truly was. And while she didn’t have many friends here yet, the few who she did think of in that fashion had magic of their own which they could employ if things got out of hand - not that Sabrina would let it, of course. There was no denying that it could be thrilling. Admittedly, she had no idea where to start. “The usual reasons, I suppose,” she started. “Last time I used my power at its’ fullest here, I turned the pool into lime jello and conjured enough food to feed the hotel. Who knows what might happen this time?” “And both of those end results ended up benefiting others here,” Killian pointed out - so, see, wasn’t so awful. He considered it some more, a speculative squint of those arctic eyes, edge of his hook scraping lighty against the table. He was holding back and so was she - didn’t seem prudent, did it, to have to kowtow to some unseen force. It was bloody annoying was what it was. “But I suppose the mystery of what might happen makes it fun? Won’t know ‘til you try,” he added. “Perhaps - if you’re feeling up to it, one day we can go out on my sailboat. You can see what you can stir up over the water, and we can truly test the limits of this barrier that keeps us here.” Could be that if they put their heads together, their magic together, they’d discover something worthwhile - or maybe even make a dent in their prison walls, so to speak. “I guess so…” Sabrina agreed tentatively, still not entirely convinced - not everyone seemed thrilled with the lime jello. She had to admit though, the fries and shakes definitely went over well, which reminded her that she still owed Loki those loaded hash browns. She knew things were coming to a head - her magic was making the blood in her veins itch. She needed to do something soon, before everything went pear shaped again. “You’re right, I’m just being a scaredy cat,” she admitted softly. “I’m not sure how it is for you, but I can feel the power building up inside me, and the more I suppress it, the more I feel like I might just.. Explode, and it really sucks. Like, I don’t feel like myself all that much.” Definitely feeling emboldened by his support, whether or not he meant it that way, she straightened up to stand more confidently. “There has to be somewhere we can just… go off with our magic without fear of the potential consequences.” Surprisingly, he did mean to be supportive - there were few here that he felt like he connected with, but the young one struggling to find balance and herself in a strange place was, admittedly, an unforeseen source of familiarity. Killian saw a lot of his own struggles mirrored here, so if they teamed up, things might get better. “Out along the water or in the forest,” he postulated. “We’ll see how far deep we can go, before being turned around.” There were many secrets here on this island, he thought - secrets that were just waiting to be uncovered, secrets that no one had bothered to look deeper into. Well, he was getting restless. He wanted to do something. Even if it led to nothing - even if it was dangerous. That part made it all the more appealing, however. His eyes glinted with intrigue and he held out his hand for a shake. “Together, then - we’ve got a deal?” Of course, she was in a vulnerable state - unsure of who she could trust to understand everything she was dealing with, and seeking out like-minded individuals she could confide in, visibly relieved to find even the tiniest crumb of acceptance. Sabrina trusted him even more than she trusted Stephen, her darker side feeling at home around him. “It sounds kind of like an adventure,” she chirped. “Who knows what things we’ll discover, or learn, both about ourselves and this place.” Faux-cheeriness dripped from her tone, though truth to be told, she was looking forward to doing something daring and potentially dangerous. As the witch who once walked into Hell ready to bargain with Lilith herself to get her boyfriend back, Sabrina wasn’t exactly comfortable doing nothing. Especially not when she had a willing accomplice egging her on. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she gave his hand a firm shake. “We’ve got a deal - but you have to promise that if you see me starting to get out of control, you put me down.” It may seem like a lot to ask, but he didn’t have to think about it much. “Aye, I promise, love,” Killian assured, scarred hand, rough and weathered from sailing, clasping hers. Sabrina could count on him to do that, certainly - it was why he’d trusted Stanley with Excalibur, as a just in case. They were both eager to test their limits but still had the presence about them to know that losing themselves entirely could get hairy. They had more in common than he thought. It was nice, to find another kindred spirit - she was young but that didn’t mean she didn’t know things, or have experience tucked under her belt. When Killian was her age, he’d already seen and done far too much for a teenager - he’d been a lowly deckhand, sold into slavery by his own father, with big dreams and no idea how to achieve them. Things had changed quite a bit since then. Just goes to show that you could technically be hundreds of years old, and still figuring yourself out. But they would get there. That was a promise. There was no fear or hesitation on Sabrina’s part, memories of when she took out the angels back home filling her mind. “Thank you, Killian,” Sabrina intoned, trusting Killian to keep his promise to her no matter what - even if it meant potentially having to kill her in order to stop her from summoning the apocalypse or chthonic beings from beyond. She had come back from the dead before, and had no doubts she could do it again. It was like a weight was lifted off her shoulders - having someone who not only understood the impulses she sometimes felt but also who she could trust. Even back home, Sabrina knew in the back of her mind that despite being assured that she was loved by her aunties and cousin, they were still frightened of what she was capable of with the Dark Lord’s backing. So far, she felt more accepted for who and what she was here than she had at home. Both Killian and Stephen treated her like an adult, which helped. It didn’t even bother her that Killian reminded her of a grown up, more mature Nick. |