Willow Bohinen (scalestipping) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2013-08-17 15:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-09-28, jane, willow |
but I can see it's not okay
Who: Willow & Jane
Where: Outside Many Paths/streets of S.O.
When: Mid-afternoon
Sitting in the unofficial ‘psychic corner’ (quote, unquote) of Many Paths with the index and middle fingers of each hand pressed firmly to her temples and her eyes squeezed shut, Willow tried really hard to find her Happy Place. Due to the number of people who wanted a psychic right this very minute her Zen Place really wasn’t going to happen, but she was figuratively squinting at the metaphorical glass in a Half Full kind of a way and hoping to God that ‘happy’ was at least attainable. Although, really? She was totally willing to scratch that and just aim for Reasonably Content, Minus The Headache. There were too many people popping into the store, asking after any answers she could glean from whichever medium was closest to hand -- cards, dice, whatever -- but there wasn’t anything Willow could say right now that could possibly help them. She had known it before she’d even finished her first reading of the day--
‘We should start watching the news before we leave the house.’
--because it was like Reggie and his switched element all over again with the universe shaking its little snow-globe called Earth and then telling her that it was magic. Willow felt for these people, she really, truly did, but it did not take the cosmos to tell her that part. Since Reggie was an elemental? magic kind of had to be involved to pull off that stunt. As for the latest installment of ‘let’s screw with the psychic’, she... no, she had absolutely no idea what was going on. What she did have was a monster of a headache.
Pinching the bridge of her nose, Willow pushed herself to her feet before opening her eyes to hazard checking whether anybody needed her immediately. The sight of more than one hopeful expression made her wince. Ignoring her familiar’s smartassed remarks about her not being the only Reader in town, the witch staved off approaching hopefuls with fully outstretched arms and... and, well, a panther. Most people found it very hard to argue with Haze in general (especially since she looked at them like they were her next meal), and for that she was eternally grateful.
“Anyone here regarding what’s gone down at the high school, I’m sorry but I can’t help you. It’s totally beyond me.” ‘What about unrelated customers?’ Damn, Haze, you couldn’t just leave it? It felt really wrong offering business to other people after turning down those who honestly needed help. “Anyone else, uh... If you don’t mind the wait, I really need to step out for a moment.” Okay? Okay. Awesome. But part of her was probably going to get her ass kicked by bad karma for hoping that dissuaded them... whatever. Her headache called for fresh air; she wasn’t knocking back painkillers again. They weren’t really something Willow believed in unless she felt crippled. This was not crippled. This was just an overworked psychic.
With her wrap pulled tight around her, Willow performed something of a hop-skip-jump across the road until she was safely on the opposite side from Many Paths. This was far enough to officially call ‘fresh air’. Now she could take that much needed deep breath.