Zania Castell (brokendoll) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2019-01-24 09:44:00 |
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Entry tags: | #november 2017, reagan, reagan x zania, zania |
Who: Zania and Reagan
Where: Reagan’s House
When: Afternoon, Wednesday, Nov 29th
Status: Complete
While she and Reagan were on better terms these days, Zania still felt weird reaching out to her again, making it feel almost like a weekly thing. Yet there she was, texting her to as she left Nic to hold down the shop, having worked the morning and most of the afternoon. Do you have a few minutes to talk about something? she asked, aware at how vague that was, but also not wanting to get into it all via text message. It felt like she had too many questions, some of which Reagan might not even have the answer to. And she might not want to hear it, but she doubted there was anything Rost could do on his own. Zania knew she should probably let it be, but if a friend of hers got hurt because she didn’t do anything about it, she knew she’d feel far worse.
Reagan had just left work when she received Zania's text. It was a bit surprising to hear from the other woman, considering, but Reagan simply assumed Zania needed something. They might be getting along a bit better now, but they certainly weren't what Reagan would consider to be friends. She was heading home now, wanting to get a bit more research in before Caius got home, but at the next red light, she thumbed in a quick response to Zania. when? I'm heading home right now. you can meet me there if it's important. If it wasn't important, she assumed Zania could just call. But then again, she couldn't imagine what Zania needed if it wasn't important.
Zania hadn’t been sure if she’d get a response within minutes or hours, but she was glad to see that Reagan hadn’t put her off in this instance. Just got off work. I’ll stop by on my way home, she sent, even if Reagan’s place wasn’t really on the way. She just felt like this would be easier to discuss in person, maybe because she’d never been much of a phone talker. With the car warmed up, she headed off towards Reagan’s house, glad they weren’t dealing with snow quite yet. They would be soon enough and then it would be months before she was warm again.
Having to deal with Zania so soon after she got home was not ideal, but Reagan assumed it wouldn't be a long conversation. And maybe Zania would be gone before Caius got home. Not that Reagan felt those intense bitter feelings she generally did when she thought about Zania.Things felt... calmer, in a way. Maybe they would never be friends, but maybe there was some middle ground to meet. Reagan wasn't sure how Caius would feel about it, but considering the circumstances, he would just have to deal with it. Zania was a powerful witch, and willing to help, and really, Reagan had had fun the night Zania came over, despite the fact that their spell had gone haywire. Then again, maybe that was just very telling of how few real girlfriends Reagan had.
Reagan got home and toed off her shoes before wandering into the kitchen to pour a glass of wine. Caius hadn't texted that he was on his way home yet, so she decided to hold off on dinner until she had a better idea of when he would be leaving. She had finished half her glass when she heard the car pull up out front. Reagan waited until she heard the car door shut before she walked to the front door and pulled it open to welcome Zania inside. "How are you?" she asked, opting for pleasantries before jumping into asking what it was Zania needed to talk about.
It occurred to Zania as she drove over to Reagan’s house that the last time she’d spoken to Reagan she’d been yelling into the phone for her to fix the love spell gone wrong. Now that they were past it, the whole thing seemed significantly more amusing, but at the time it had put her in a rather awkward position. She still wondered what they’d done wrong, and then how Reagan had gone about setting it right, but they weren’t close enough that she felt like she could just call her up and ask. But they were friendly, if not friends. That was still unexpected, just like dropping by Reagan’s house was and probably always would be. She couldn’t imagine making a habit of it, but wilder things had happened. In the last month, even.
Zania pulled her coat around her as she hopped out of the car and hurried to the door, thankful that Reagan was already home and didn’t make her stand out in the cold for even a second. “I’m good,” she said with a small smile. “Survived Thanksgiving and Black Friday. Keeping busy. Sorry for dropping in on you, I kept meaning to call you up and suddenly realized it was Wednesday and we might’ve been able to talk on the phone, but I’m horrid at phone conversations, so I thought this would just be easier.” She stopped then, and took a breath. She was rambling. “How’re you?”
Reagan shut the door and sipped her wine as Zania spoke. She didn't mind phone conversations, but this would be all right. She felt a small spark of amusement at the thought that maybe Caius would come home while she and Zania were chatting. Then again, if he had no memory of Reagan and her history with Zania, he might not find it as awkward as he would have otherwise. "I'm doing fine," Reagan told her, motioning for Zania to follow her into the living room. There was already a fire going in the hearth, and Reagan imagined Zania would appreciate the heat. "The store has been busy since Thanksgiving, so I've been working more than usual. What did you want to talk about?" Reagan asked as she sat in one of the chairs near the fire.
Zania rarely thought she had anything in common with Reagan, but they were both running their own businesses and had to deal with the ups and downs of holiday traffic, so there was that. It made for a nice second of small talk before jumping into what was likely a heavy and touchy subject. “I was out at the cemetery on Sunday,” she said, taking a seat in the chair opposite Reagan. “I was talking to Rost and-- six tombstones exploded late Saturday night. Looking at ‘em, it had to be magical. And when he showed me who each of ‘em were, there’s one for each of the Six. And he had this list of things that’ve been happening out there. He said it started when you dug up a grave.”
The tombstones were news to Reagan, but it had been a while since she had gone by the cemetery, or even spoken to Rost. She had driven over the day after their last conversation to place some stronger protective wards around his trailer, but that had been it. It wasn't surprising to Reagan to hear that the headstones had belonged to the Six. Given what she knew, it made sense. She studied Zania calmly and leaned back in her chair, resting her wine glass comfortably in her lap with both hands wrapped around it. "I'm dealing with the problem," she told Zania simply. "If things go how I think they will, it'll be taken care of sooner than later."
Zania tried not to look skeptical, but knew she was probably failing. The cemetery wasn’t only being haunted, it was being haunted by a witch, and what seemed to be a pretty powerful one. She didn’t know how far the spirit’s powers could reach beyond the grave, but she technically had the remains of every witch line at her fingertips. Once she’d realized that, Zania’s mind had travelled down a few very frightening paths before deciding none of it should be possible. “Okay,” she said carefully. “I was just… worried about him. I wasn’t sure if you knew and he seemed sure it had to do with you, so… if you’ve got it under control, I’ll butt out. It just seemed like a big deal.” But Reagan didn’t seem to be worried, so maybe she was wrong. As painful as it was to admit it, she knew it happened from time to time.
Zania did look skeptical but it didn't rankle Reagan. She knew what she was doing, and if it all went to plan, Caius would be back and Baron would be gone. Reagan had seen Abigail. Had felt her power, not only went they dug up her grave, but when she had spotted her in the cemetery. She had absorbed some of the magic in the air and she could still it coursing through her blood. It was going to help fix all of this and finish it for good. "It is a big deal," Reagan said calmly. She sipped her wine again and looked over at the fire. "And I've spoken to Rost. He may have his doubts, as I'm sure you do, but I know what I'm doing. It's nothing you need to worry about."
“I didn’t say you didn’t know what you were doing,” Zania said. “I just didn’t know that you knew and it didn’t seem like the kind of thing that was going to resolve itself. From what Rost said, it sounded like it was getting worse, so he’s gonna go stay with some friends for a while.” If she’d been in his shoes, she’d have been banging on Reagan’s door, demanding immediate action or attempting it herself. And if Reagan hadn’t been involved, she would have taken over entirely. But she was trying this thing where she didn’t fight with Reagan, which meant giving her the benefit of the doubt. She was a capable witch. If she said she was going to fix things, she would. Zania stood up abruptly. “That’s really all I had. Though, thanks for fixing the love spell. I couldn’t have handled another day of that.”
Reagan knew that wasn't what Zania had said. She was just reassuring the other woman that she had it under control. She couldn't do much about helping Rost right now beyond what she had already done, so it was probably wise of him to stay somewhere else. Reagan was hoping a resolution wasn't too far off, especially now that she knew what she had to do if they couldn't find those pages. She watched Zania stand and Reagan arched a dark brow before her lips twitched. "It took a while, and some help, but... that's the last time I perform magic after a bottle of wine." She shook her head and chuckled. "I hope you didn't have too many rabid animals waiting for you outside that day."
“Yeaaaaah, I didn’t really take that into consideration,” Zania said with a little laugh, fingers idly tugging at one of her dreadlocks. “It wasn’t that bad, they were all cute and cuddly luckily— birds, chipmunks, and a fawn— but it’s something kind of new and I couldn’t really tell what was him and what was the magic, you know?” It was why she avoided love spells in the first place. She wanted something genuine, rather than fabricated, even if she had to wait longer for it. Even if it never came. But Gabriel was still around, and hadn’t seemed to freak out after his own weird behavior, so she considered that a step in the right direction.
"Magic can make everyone a lunatic," Reagan said, amusement seeping into her voice. "So can love, so... I guess we can be thankful a bear didn't show up on your front porch." She couldn't determine for other people what was real and what wasn't, and honestly, she had no desire to. Reagan had enough to worry about with her own love life. Since it seemed as though Zania was in a hurry to leave, Reagan stood to walk her back to the front door. "Anyway, thank you for letting me know about the headstones. I'll try to talk to Rost as soon as I can."
It wasn’t that Zania was so much eager to leave, but that she knew she’d dropped by for something that felt like an emergency only to be told it was all under control and there was nothing she could do. She felt a bit foolish for it and knew that she and Reagan weren’t exactly the sort to hang out for fun, so she might as well go ahead and go. “Not a problem,” she said with a little smile. “I was just concerned and… yeah,” she said, walking back towards the door with Reagan. “Anyways. I’ll talk to you later. Thanks for letting me randomly drop in.”
"It's fine," Reagan told her, and realized she might actually mean it. She wasn't exactly fond of random drop ins, but Zania had texted her beforehand, so it wasn't like it was an unexpected visit. "Given the situation I would feel the same as you do. Caius and I have been dealing with this problem for a while now, but we're getting close to a permanent solution. Hopefully without a bigger mess than it's already become." She knew Abigail Baron was a force, dead or alive, but Reagan was confident in her abilities, and her power, especially with Caius involved. They were always stronger together.
“Good luck then,” Zania said with a little smile. Even if she didn’t know the ins and outs of what they’d been dealing with, she knew it had lasted longer than it should have and that they had to be ready to move on with their lives. It had been a long time since she’d had anything cast on her that lasted more than a couple of days at the most. She couldn’t imagine weeks or months. Or years. Ugh. She’d have gone crazy trying to come up with a solution. Luckily, it sounded like Reagan and Caius were almost there and for that she wished them the best.