Light of May ::: an original roleplay

Who: Aiden and James (and Lee the familiar)
Where: SOHS, Ballard House grounds later
When: Mid-morning

Aiden couldn't remember the last time things had just been normal. Ever since this Light of May thing it was just shit after shit after supernatural shit, and Aiden didn't know just how much more of this he could take. For a long while things had been bad - way, way worse than before he'd found James again, if he was honest. Back then he didn't have to worry about anyone but his familiar; it was easy going from hunt to hunt with the lads, living one day to the next with a backpack to his name. After James, though, and no matter how hard he'd tried to avoid that outcome, he had latched onto her even more than the first time around. He cared, now, he imagined future scenarios, he was open and raw and he was, first and foremost, completely useless. After the bridge things he could only imagine would come rushing back into James' psyche every so often, leaving her a mess and him a useless little blob of a man. At some point, however senseless he knew it was, Aiden had begun resenting James for their deteriorating relationship. And that was the worst, because obviously he knew it wasn't her fault at all. Quite the opposite. But Aiden wasn't good at blaming the invisible, the abstract. He had nothing and no one to lash out on over James' trauma. No one, that was, but her.

( But now I feel your stress )

WHO | Harper & Kahlan
WHERE | Outside of the high school
WHEN | Before lunchtime

( So, are you the one making the wall or are you trying to bust in? )

Who: Trent and Venus
Where: Venus' apartment
When: Evening

Venus had tried scrying last night, but had no luck. She'd been too tired, her head too fuzzy. Her eyes had felt like they were lined with sandpaper, and every time they started to shift out of focus they'd snapped shut on her. She'd finally caved and crawled into bed with Trent. During the day she went back to the school, but she got Trent and left before she started to feel too tired. She was determined. She changed out of her clothes of the day and into an old shirt of Trent's, and grabbed what she needed from the bedside table. A small, mirrored bowl she used for reading. She filled it with water from the bathroom sink, and went back to her bed. She grabbed a large, flat photography book from the shelf, and set it in the middle of the bed. She put the bowl on top of that. She took a deep breath, crawled onto the bed, and went about the slow process of making herself comfortable. She sat indian style in the center of the bed, crouching over the bowl. She forced every muscle she didn't need to relax. She stared into the waters until her eyes shifted out of focus and she saw not the water but through the water. And then in time rather than her own reflection in the mirrored surface, everything started to fade in together.

She concentrated on the school. She needed a focus, and she couldn't choose between Kyle or Lotti, so she kept her terms broader. The gym. She hadn't gone to that school but she'd been inside it for games before. The gym. She needed to see the gym. The gym. The gym. ( The gym. )