Sorin Neculai Antonescu (secondself) wrote in st_margarets, @ 2016-12-07 13:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: imani luna, character: sorin antonescu, location: the circle |
Thread: What's Love Got To Do With It?
WHO: Imani & Neculai [Sorin's doppelgänger]
WHEN: Some time after the recital [backdated]
WHERE: The Witch Circle
Nick went to his room and put on a thick coat, jerking his door open again a moment later to take a determined path outside. He wrapped a scarf around his neck to cut back the chilly wind and crunched through the snow out towards the old Circle. Similar to Sorin, Nick liked to go there to think. The stones set up in the site helped him focus. Tonight he went there to let off a little steam.
It was bad enough that Imani had seen right through him, Nick thought as he entered the forest. But now she was using some kind of-- Nick didn't even know what it was. Empathy? To get him to release Sorin. As if Sorin wouldn't immediately stick him back inside that place! They both couldn't exist in the same plane. It would put a strain on them, like it did when he kept a wily summoning out for longer than an hour. The summoning power had its limitations and besides, Sorin was not real, had not been born like a real person, had not-- It was unfair of Imani to want them both!
Nick arrived at the circle and looked around. There were footprints in the snow from visitors earlier in the day. The circle was a mysterious place and anyone but a witch would find it gave them a weird feeling, like they were being watched, weighed measured - and often found wanting. The stones held a power and no one Sorin had asked, as far as Nick was aware, had the answer as to where it had come from or why. The same mystery that surrounded the medieval monastery-turned-castle that made up the Academy. How any of this had ended up in North America was often a mystery too easily taken for granted.
Nick was already feeling calmer. He paused outside the circle and breathed in, letting out a breath that left a mist in the air to dissipate in the cold. Removing his hands from the coat pockets, Nick reached out to touch the closest stone. It felt like any other stone. Cold. Hard. Ice on one side and frozen moss on the other. Neculai was as much a witch as Sorin was, but unlike Sorin, had not had the discipline and practice to master the magic needed for simple tasks like making potions. It hadn't taken long for the shop to deplete its stores and Nick had been forced to close it, unable to duplicate the magic Sorin used, and Barclay had taught him.
Never mind, Nick shook his head. He would soon be gone from this place. Only a little longer, his father had said. They were almost ready.
Stepping into the circle, Neculai moved to the center and sat down in the snow.