Bliss Williams (perfectbliss) wrote in the_cirque, @ 2024-04-03 20:47:00 |
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What Bliss was learning was that she absolutely knew fucking nothing about anything. Her Familiar had vanished and though she didn’t feel like he was gone or worse - she still felt his absence in such a way she was unable to verbalize the pain that had settled in her chest. A pain that seemed to grow a new layer of stone around her heart that she wasn’t sure how to break through or if she even wanted to anymore. Along with that nonsense, the pain she’d grown accustomed to just gradually getting worse through the week before the Circus moved had totally changed this month. She’d had the one night of intense pain, a day of absolute hormonal imbalance that she wanted to fuck or sleep her way through. Today? It was a mix. There was a writhing sort of pain radiating from in front of her spine spreading through her ribs and irritating her lungs - more of a reason to ask Niall to please, for the love of everything beautiful in the world, don’t smoke around her. With that in mind, Bliss had gotten up as early as possible and padded to her kitchen to make Niall one of his favorite treats. Though not a Kitchen Witch herself, her mother had made sure to teach her the basics and there was nothing more essentially basic (in the best way) than a good brownie from scratch. She did have to source the beer for the Guinness brownies, but that wasn’t too, too, difficult. He better like these fucking things. While those baked Bliss took her shower and got dressed. She had to wait an extra twenty minutes for the bronies to cool so she could cut them into large portioned squares. She layered them in a paper lunch bag with squares of parchment between each brownie so they didn’t stick together. A coating of powdered sugar on each square making a mess even as she tried to be careful. When the witch was ready she looked around her tiny wagon, that stone feeling heavy as she acknowledged there wasn’t anyone to say goodbye to and remind to keep the place safe. She stiffened her chin as she opened her door, stepped out into the low daylight, and flung her left hand up above her head with a flair of her wrist - for the first time in a long time - activating wards she’d had up since she’d moved here. A flicker of gold light sparking from her wrist and for a moment symbols ignited in the same gold all across the exterior of her wagon. Who needed a familiar that was going to just break your heart when you were an inconvenience to them? Or whatever the fuck the problem was. She winced with her first step, her lungs feeling too tender - a shallow inhale taken, another, then another and for a minute she thought she wasn’t going to be able to breathe at all. She tried one last time and inhaled audibly, straightening up and breathing out slowly. The pain subsiding, for now. She pushed into a speedy walk towards Niall’s hoping she’d get there before she passed out. Minutes later Bliss stood at Niall’s home still in her (buttoned up) pajamas, a brown paper lunchbag filled with brownies and her tablet. She wasn’t sweating, but the natural pallor of her skin was somehow paler and shiny. She leaned against the wall next to the door trying to look like she wasn’t about to collapse and weakly smiled. “I think my lungs are filling with fluid, but not really. This is fun.” She held up her arm to dangle the bag of brownies at him. “For you, now, tea me. Please.” She paused and even in her state couldn’t help but be a child for a minute, “Don’t teabag me though, just use the loose leaf stuff.” Lame joke was lame, but she was practically dying. |