Rowan Talia (justafleshwound) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2012-06-23 15:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-09-11, rowan |
nothing to see here!
Who: Eilidh and Rowan (and familiars, probs)
When: Midday
Where: Middle of nowhere, near the river
Life since school had started had been... well, pretty much what she expected. Starting the year off as the girl who had to repeat her senior year because of an attempted suicide at school and getting locked in the looney bin for six months had, predictably, dealt her already mucky reputation a great blow. Not a day went by where there weren't bandaids, nooses, or 'my first daisy' safety shaving blades taped or glued to her locker, and any time spent in the locker room probably would have qualified as torture by military standards. But, she had made the hockey team, so that was a definite improvement. Rowan had easily fallen into the old routine of trying to stay in the background at school. Keep her nose down, do her work, get the hell out of there. She could live with this. She was used to it.
With school called off that day, Rowan had found herself with unexpected free time. Sure, she had two after school jobs, but that still left the majority of her day open. So she stuffed a couple of spellbooks in her bag, put Killer in her bike basket, and headed off to find a nice, secluded place. She had the house to herself if she wanted it, but it was just too damn hot to consider until the sun went down. In an hour or so, Rowan had found a nice, shady spot near the river. There was enough cover from the trees for her to feel safe practicing spells she didn't want people to see, and to take the long-sleeve shirt she'd been wearing off. That left her in her jeans and a black tank top, with all of her scars brightly visible in the daylight. Killer happily hurried over to the water to lounge nearby. "You people have got to invest in air conditioning," he informed her.
"That's expensive," Rowan informed him, as she flipped a page in her book. "To install and to operate."
"Use some of your Whisper-money."
Another flip of a page. "No." True, she did get a lot of money from Whisper, but she didn't want to blow it all like an idiot. "It'd be gone in a month. Are you going to help me or not?"
Killer sighed, and rolled over to face her. "I was not meant to live with thrifty humans."
"Suck up to Whisper. Maybe she'll adopt you."
"She'd just as soon eat me when I got on her nerves."
Rowan didn't reply to this, but she couldn't help but smile. Yeah, he was probably right. She found what she was looking for, then pulled out her pocket knife. She pressed the blade into the inside of her forearm, just enough for a little knick of blood. "I need to practice with a moving target."
"You don't mean me!" Killer yelped, his voice sounding disturbed.
Rowan rolled her eyes. "Of course I don't mean you. But you're supposed to help me with this kind of stuff! That's like, your life goal and all. Isn't it?"
"I think I'm supposed to help you survive demons."
"I haven't ever met a demon. You just sit around and eat all my food."
"Well then, I'm doing my job," Killer replied, voice lofty as he got up. "Your puny human brain just can't realize it." With that, he took off at a little bunny-trot, running to the nearest, smallest tree and giving it a good BOP with his head. A single leaf began to fall. "GO, BITCH, GO!" Rowan pointed her arm in the direction of the falling leaf and said the words. There was a flash, and Rowan's wound became deeper as the leaf sliced in two. That wasn't so bad. She hit it easily enough, and it wasn't a bad wound. Not even the sort of thing she'd say needed a bandaid. But how bad would it have been if she was using the spell against a person? Rowan felt like this thought should unsettle her... but like all else with blood magic, it didn't. The idea was simply filed away with everything else, into the category of 'I'll deal with it when I deal with it.' Good enough.