Tandy Bowen doesn't have to pick between (cloakndagger) wrote in repose,
Re: The Woods: Pesha/Tandy
So okay, here was the deal. Tandy had watched the Craft, Hocus Pocus, a little Charmed if he was out on a sick day back when his mom had been his mom and not like, a liability on his ever-present and ever-slim bottom line. He had done the supernatural thing with a pinch of salt but his bag was science. Fiction, at a push but he was taking the scientific approach. You could explain a lot with science, and people struggled to make science fit bullshit. Evolution couldn't be outvoted by religion, even in the South.
And he was taking a tactical approach that was logical and science-based to navigating this weird new world. ID, because after ID he could ask for his SSN and stuff which he didn't have and have on back-up the ability to get a real world, legit job. Art wasn't going to cut it in the dead of winter and the other thing he didn't know if he could set up let alone pull off before he ran out of $$ in his wallet. So whatever, he was trying to see the science and it got a little difficult when the physics of the stuff in the bowl mixing and turning into some other substance that chem lab would probably be negatory on transitional properties, became actual fact.
He felt ridiculous. He also felt the knot in his throat solidify like wax but he stood under smears of whatever the paste stuff was, and it was going to be a bitch if it made its way into his eyebrows. Once, on a dare, he had waxed above them. It was one of the art kids who wanted to be a beautician and it had hurt like fuck and it had turned his skin red and he had to comb the shit out of his eyebrows with his fingers from where she'd gotten sloppy. Suffice to say, he didn't care for shit on his face.
But it was clearly a thing. Sabrina was muttering in the language that sounded like the old black and white Dracula Tandy had seen every Halloween in forever, and the guy was touching but not-touching his hands, and Tandy sat still because okay, he was in a mood but he was pretty obedient. He'd been smeared, this was a Thing, he was committed to the experimental Thing.
But okay, the direction. Tandy cracked one eye open and looked Sabrina down. Skeptical. It was skeptical, and maybe a little amused and he did what he was told, which ftr, was not a thing he had done a whole lot. Soap, man. He did soap. But he splashed and he plucked the card out of the bowl with his fingers, gingerly - magical substances were not a familiar concept, and he looked at the ID card.
"Seriously, Sabrina," Tandy said, admiringly. "What the everloving fuck?"