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Post by Blindside Tex on Jul 12, 2022 15:16:43 GMT -5
Myles was thankful to have Myra with him. There was a reason he paid her to assist him in special cases. She always knew what to do next. He glanced to the vines as they covered the windows and a bit of a smirk curved up his lips. He enjoyed working with her more than working with the other humans on his department. He could be himself around her, use his powers and strength. As he stood over the Fae he looked to her as her eyes fluttered. “Ah yes...the park...” He cringed slightly. “Well lessons were learned hm?” He moved so that Myra could get a look at the woman. He nodded to her order to hold the woman down. He grasped her arms and brought them above her head, she barely resisted him. “You’re alright. We are going to help you, hm? That’s a nasty bullet wound and I bet the bullet is still in there.” He looked to the cuts on her arms and frowned.
The Fae’s teeth chattered slightly. Her body was going into shock. She was cold to the touch. When Myra spoke to her she gave a very slight nod. Her hues opened for a moment before they fluttered closed again. Though as Myra started the incantation and the bullet began to move within her body, Jada let out a cry. She fought against Myles, but he kept her still as can be. Her hands grasped onto his arms and Myles winced as his skin singed to her touch. Fae and their powers. This was one of the reasons he wasn’t so keen on the Fae. But she didn’t deserve this. No one did. Jada was breathing quickly as Myra tossed the bullet to the side. She struggled against Myles again. “Hey. Shhh.” Myles nodded to her. “You’re alright. Just breathe, hm?” He watched as Myra pulled out the jar of paste. He gripped onto the Fae tightly again as Myra began to pack the wound.
“Stop!” Jada cried as she struggled against him and her grip upon his arms burned him more. Her eyes lit with an amber hue as she writhed in pain. But between Myra and Myles, she wasn’t getting away.
When Myra announced that she was done Myles released the Fae and rubbed his wrists as his skin mended itself swiftly. The perk of being a Demon.
Jada shifted slightly as her emerald hues focused in on Myra. She nodded shakily as the witch explained what she was doing. When Myra was finished with the bandage the Fae closed her eyes for a long moment as she settled her breathing. “Thank you.” She whispered, her voice cracked slightly. She sat slowly and winced from the pain. Her eyes fluttered and she looked between the two. “Why...are you helping me?” She questioned.
Myles tilted his head slightly. “Why not? Those assholes were clearly treating you like garbage. No one deserves that.” He straightened his suit top. “Is this your place?” He questioned as he looked around.
“N-no...” Her eyes shifted to the charred body of the lycan. “His.” She drew in a breath and stood. She stumbled slightly only for Myles to catch her.
“Slow down there. Your body is going to take some time to heal from that wound. You lost a lot of blood, Jada.” He spoke, his voice soft. He glanced to Myra with a soft look in his eyes. “We can’t just leave her here.” He helped steady Jada.
“They’ll come back.” She whispered, her eyes fluttered and her head lulled to the side slightly. She was exhausted. It was impressive that she was standing with how many cuts she had on her arms in addition to the bullet wound.
“We aren’t going to leave you. Right Myra?” Myles looked to her. He wasn’t usually one for charity work. But this case. She wasn’t in any shape for them to let her go off on her own just yet.
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The guilty smile that Logan gave Sydney when he realized he’d caused her to etch a deep line into the sketch caused Sydney to give a gentle smile. She wasn’t angry, like most artists might be. She didn’t seem to hold any anger in her body at all. That was the doing of the Academy. They were good at making emotions disappear. Especially those emotions that were deemed negative. She gazed to him as he took a seat next to her, more of a smile curved up her lips when he took interest in her art. “You do? You really like it?” She questioned.
No one at the Academy appreciated her art. It was too dark. Madam Wisely would warn her that such dark art would prevent her from ever leaving the Academy. “I’ve spent that last nearly 20 years perfecting it.” She gave a bit of a chuckle. “I’ll get the lines right on you. I think you’re right.” She flipped back to the page she was working on. “I didn’t quite get your jaw.” She glanced to him again. His compliment had caused her to relax. She felt more comfortable with him it seemed.
She settled into the chair and closed her book as Logan answered her question to the whereabouts of Myra. Her brows furrowed. “He’s a demon?” She questioned, she had a bit of a shocked look on her face. The Academy had painted demons as horrible creatures that would steal your soul if you were not looking. Drink your blood. Devour your bones. But Myles. He didn’t look like he was a horrible creature. He didn’t have horns. Or did he? A sigh came over her lips as she fell into deep thought.
When Logan answered her next question she smiled. Every question she asked at the Academy was prying. It was too much. She was meant to be quiet. She was meant to go along with what they told her to. Not question it. Her questions got her in trouble a lot. She tilted her head slightly as he explained what Myra sold and how he’d met her. “Her tomes are beautiful.” She spoke. “Her handwriting has always been beautiful.” She hugged the sketch book to her chest and smiled. “I...missed her a lot...but she’s done really well. This shop is incredible.” She looked to the shelves of items again.
She gazed to Logan’s hand as he offered it forward. Sydney hesitated a moment before she took his hand. “She told you to stay with me?” She questioned curiously. “Oh...I...I would be okay...um...” She drew in a breath. She looked to her hand that still held onto his before she released her hold of him. “Your treat?” She smiled to him as she walked to the counter and set her sketch book down. “What do you suggest? I can’t say that I know the area...” She brushed her hair from her eyes. “I um...I’d love to try something that you like.” She gave a smile to him then, a real smile rather than the forced practiced smiles that she had been giving. “Thank you.” She tacked on at the end before she glanced away from him once again.
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Post by Nyte on Jul 12, 2022 16:37:54 GMT -5
Jada had fought and squirmed just as much as Myra expected, but that didn't prevent her from mending the wound. Luckily Myles was there to help hold her down. Though she could smell the singed skin that she was inflicting upon his forearms as she gripped on to him. She had more healing pastes and tonics back at home to help the cuts on her arms and other small wounds. They weren't quite as life threatening though so the fae might be able to actually heal them herself than with Myra's intervention.
Once she was finished and Jada moved to get up from the couch Myra held out her hand to help catch the woman if she fell. "According to human law you broke all kinds of rule, but according to the accords that the Fae follow you were actually in the right. I'm going to go with the Fae accords. They've helped me more than the humans ever have." Myra explained. Even though she was technically human herself it was commonly accepted that witches had magic in their blood. It was hereditary after all so there were all kinds of speculations that they received their abilities from crossing with multiple other races throughout the generations. It also attributed to the varied affinities that each witch held.
"Let's get her out of here first. We made a lot of noise and I'm sure someone else in the building heard. I don't want you to have to fend off the police as well while we're trying to sneak out a victim." Myra offered and picked up her bag to sling it over her shoulder. "For now let's head back to the shop. We can rest and recuperate there and figure out our next steps."
Lifting her hand towards the door Myra dismissed the vines that covered them as well as the ones that covered the windows. "Logan is going to love this." She muttered under her breath. He was a bit territorial at times. The shop belonged to Myra and in every sense belonged to her, but Logan had still claimed the entire street where it was located as his domain. It provided some protection as well, but it also created some conflicts.
Hearing that Sydney wanted something that he would enjoy made Logan smile brightly. "Oh then you're really in for a treat. I have very particular tastes." He explained and gave a light chuckle as he motioned for her to walk ahead of him as they exited through the front door. He produced a key from his pocket and locked the door behind him to secure the place and then turned towards Sydney. "I wouldn't worry about Myra with Myles by the way. He may be a demon but he'll protect Myra at all costs. It's the reason I allow them to work together." He paused at the end of his statement then rubbed the back of his head. "Well, I don't really have a say but I'd fight with Myra on it a lot harder if I thought that bastard would let any harm come to her."
The street that the shop was located on was a smaller, more narrow one in the downtown area, but it still held quite a bit of foot traffic even this late in the evening. There were a couple of bars and a handful of restaurants that were quite popular. "I'm sure Myra will want to catch up with you once she's done working. The things Myles brings are time sensitive so she responds quickly, but when she's working in the shop itself she has a more leisurely pace. Since you can't rush her craft she can take it easy."
Logan lead Sydney down to the end of the block where a small, hole-in-the-wall place sat nestled between two other much larger restaurants. "Here we are." He stated as he opened the door for her to enter first. "This place actually uses some of Myra's wares so I like coming here. Make sure they're treating her stuff right." He explained.
Inside was a small café type place with a handful of tables and only two people seeming to be working the front. Voices from the back queued them into other employees though in the kitchen. The lights were a bit on the dim side and the walls were covered with deep purple vines with flowers that gave off a soft blue glow. "You can only see the vines if you have magic in your blood. Comment on them and they'll give you the real menu." He explained in a soft voice as they sat down at one of the tables.
"Good evening." Came a greeting from a short, darkly tanned woman with a messy bun and a copious amount of jewelry. "What can I get started for you today?" She asked with a polite smile and a sweet tone.
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Post by Blindside Tex on Jul 12, 2022 20:57:43 GMT -5
Jada leaned against Myles as he kept her steady. Her emerald hues gazed to Myra as she spoke about the laws of humans and the Fae. “Thank you.” She breathed. She glanced to the badge upon Myles’ hip.
“Oh don’t you worry, Jada. I’m a demon. I go by the true laws. Not the laws of humans.” He winked to her as he slipped his suit jacket off. “Put this one to cover up those cuts. I don’t want to draw any attention, hm?” He nodded after Myra stated that they should get her out of the building.
“Where is the shop?” Jada asked as she shakily pulled the jacket onto her small frame. She was swimming in Myles’ suit jacket, but it would work. Lightening flashed outside as the windows were revealed from behind the vines.
“Not too far away.” Myles replied. “Come on.” He walked her toward the door. His arm was wrapped around her waist, she held onto him and winced slightly as she walked forward. It was evident how weak she was. Jada had expended her last bit of energy to fry the lycan leader in the inferno. But lucky for Myles and Myra, Jada had believed the two that they were there to help.
“You’re a cop...why are you helping me?” Jada questioned as she gazed to the badge that glistened in the light of the room.
Myles chuckled lightly. “Oh honey, I’m a demon. I help who deserves the help. So does Myra. That’s the beauty of this world hm?” He helped her out the door. There was a dull sound of sirens in the distance. Myles frowned slightly. “We don’t have much time, Myra.” He glanced to her as they walked with a bit more haste down the hallway. Jada was at the mercy of Myles at this point. Her eyes were tired as she forced herself to keep them open. He rushed her to the elevator and glanced to Myra as they descended down toward the garage. Soon enough they made it and he helped Jada to the car. “There isn’t much room in the back.” He spoke as he helped her in. Jada laid across the back seat and closed her eyes. He watched her for a moment before he smirked to Myra. “M’lady.” He held her door for her and took her duffle bag. He tossed the duffle bag into the trunk and walked around to his side. He then started up the rumbling engine of the sports car before he pulled from the parking space. Not a moment too soon. The flashing lights of police cars could be seen as they exited the garage.
Myles glanced to Myra and raised a brow slightly. “Logan will be fine by the way. I heard you. She….” He glanced back to the Fae whom had fallen asleep. “She doesn’t seem like she’s that big of a problem. I think she was just tricked by the lycans. Don’t you? She’s young...” He clicked his tongue. “Fucking assholes. They shouldn’t do that to them. I can’t believe that bleeding a Fae for their magical essence is still a thing. It is horrible.” He shook his head as he drove along in the rain.
Soon enough he parked before the shop and turned off the car. Myles scooped Jada into his arms and carried her to the door. He waited for Myra and glanced to her. “Where are we going to take her?” He questioned curiously. “Do you really think Logan will be mad?”
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Sydney watched Logan as he spoke, she grinned in response. “I can’t wait to see then. What your tastes are.” She walked out the door and headed down the street in the direction that he’d pointed. She watched him lock the door as she shoved her hands into her jacket pockets. She listened to him as he reassured her about Myles and Myra. “I certainly hope he keeps her safe.” She spoke, her voice soft. She frowned slightly. “It sounded like a horrible case...I can’t imagine...he called it a blood bath...” She shuddered slightly. “I know I’m a witch...but….I’m not expected to do that am I?” She questioned softly. “I...I don’t know if I could...the blood? The death?” A sigh came from her lips. “It is everything that I should not be around. I shouldn’t be around anything like that at all. Yet...here I am...”
She followed Logan through the busy streets. Her eyes gazed to the people that they passed. Everyone in this city looked as though they were in a hurry. She bumped into a few people and apologized only to get a scowl in response. She bit at her lip slightly as Logan spoke about Myra catching up with her. “I um...I….I hope so.” She spoke and closed her eyes a moment before she shook her head. “I know...what I did...it was horrible and I...I really didn’t...um I didn’t mean it.” She bit her lip. Sydney sighed softly. “But that didn’t matter to the Academy….I understand that.” She spoke in a quiet voice.
As they approached the restaurant Sydney gazed to the place. It had beautiful decorations. The vines and the glowing flowers drew her attention immediately. Her lips parted in awe. “Oh? They use Myra’s stuff? From the shop?” She questioned curiously as she looked back to the walls. She walked in and sat at the table that the hostess placed them at. She gazed to the vines and then to Logan as he told her the secret. “Really?” She questioned. Not a moment later the waitress came to the table. She looked to the woman whom wore more jewelry than she’d ever seen. She smiled and then glanced to Logan a moment before she looked back to the woman. “I’d like the menu for the vines.” She replied.
The waitress smiled and nodded before she slipped away a moment and came back with two new menus as well as two hot teas. “On the house.” She spoke. “Take your time.” She then slipped away into the dimly lit restaurant.
Sydney gazed over the options on the menu she tilted her head slightly. The items had magical elements embedded in them. Her lips parted slightly. “Oh...this is….” She didn’t have words for it. “I think I’ll get this.” She pointed. It was a pasta dish for the mage that practiced an earth magic. “My magic….it is different...that is what got me into trouble in the first place.” She admitted. As the waitress returned she forced a smile and nodded. “I’ll take this.” She pointed and handed the menu to the woman.
The young with lifted her mug of tea and sipped from it for a moment as she looked to Logan. “So….you’re a Fae?” She questioned curiously. “Why did Myra tell me not to make any deals with you? Or believe anything you said?”
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Post by Nyte on Jul 12, 2022 21:33:51 GMT -5
Myra understood the skeptism from Jada concerning their motivations for helping her. She had just gone through a very traumatic event with werewolves and now an unlikely duo of a demon and witch had swooped in the rescue her. If Myra had been in her shoes she would have held just as much distrust as this woman did. Though at the moment there wasn't much time to dwell on such matters.
Once Myles had draped his coat over her and wrapped an arm around her waist Myra lead the way back down the hall so she could press the elevator button and open the doors as Myles hauled Jada along. The ride down seemed to take much longer than the ride up, but now they had a sense of urgency. Once they were in the garage Myra cast a quick spell on the elevator itself, temporarily disabling it by winding some vines into its gears, making it harder for the officers who might want to make their way up to the top floor to begin their investigation and giving them a bit more time to get away.
After Myles slid Jada into the backseat Myra got into the passenger side and let him take her duffle bag to put it in the trunk. Once she was buckled in Myra looked down at herself and noticed she was thoroughly covered in blood. So was Myles, and she wasn't sure Syd would take that very well and could only pray that her sister had gone to bed and she could get rid of the evidence from her gruesome job before she noticed.
"I've heard a lot of rumors lately." She offered to Myles as he drove them out of the garage and back towards the shop. "Rumors that several groups think that there is going to be a territory battle soon. Apparently a few leaders have died here recently and their replacements are eager to claim lands while other groups are weakened. We'll probably be very busy here soon. I just hope things are contained enough that the Council of the Accords doesn't get involved. That wont be fun for anyone."
Pulling up the shop Myra immediately noticed a lack of lights on. Maybe Sydney had gone to bed after all. Logan never kept lights on for himself so it was reasonable to think he was just sitting in the dark reading a book. "Take her to the backroom." Myra told him as she tried the front door but found it to be locked. "Damnit.." She cursed and fished around in her pockets for a moment to find the key. "There's the chase back there and I want to use a few more remedies on her to help aid with her strength and lack of blood." Finally getting the door open she held it for Myles to bring Jada in. "Logan!" She called as quietly as she could without disturbing anyone upstairs. "Logan, where are you?"
Myra was answered by silence. "Well.. that's unexpected." She muttered but needed to get Jada situated first before she worried about where Logan might have gone off to.
Logan had kept his comments to himself about Myra's work and about the Academy while they were out on the street. Once they were settled in at the restaurant though and Sydney had ordered her food from the waitress, and he had as well, he leaned back in his chair and let out a relaxed sigh. "So, yes Myra and Myles work on some pretty gruesome stuff from time to time, but no I doubt you'd be expected to follow suit. You can help out at the shop though I imagine. Myra will teach you what to sell to who and of course I'll be there to help. As far as what you did to end up in the academy.. well I'd be lying if I said I knew all the details. Something about an accident and then unreasonable consequences. Personally I think those at the academy are a bunch of tight asses that could use a little time with their heads pulled out of their butts. Their whole idea of reform has never sat well with me." He shrugged.
"Yes, I am Fae. I'm surprised they didn't teach you anything about the deals with Fae. Part of me wants to lie about it, as it is my nature, but my loyalty to Myra prevents me from doing so." He chuckled, clearly amused with the idea. "Fae are notorious for making deals with mortals. Binding, unbreakable deals. Humans often think they're getting the good end of the bargain but I promise you it will always be the Fae that wins out. The whole story of Rumpelstiltskin, that was a Fae Lord after all, and the ending didn't go quite as same as the story book version."
Their food was quick to come out. Sydney's was a potato based stew with red and silver flecks throughout. Logan's was a salad with a variety of colorful berries on top and a single filet of bright red fish. "Enjoy." The waitress told the pair with a smile and walked off once more.
"If I may, I'd like to ask you a question of my own." He stated as he picked up his fork and began to break apart the fish. "What do you want to do now that you're back out in the world? How is it that Sydney Longview wants to live her life?"
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Post by Blindside Tex on Jul 12, 2022 22:15:50 GMT -5
“Backroom got it.” Myles spoke as he carried the unconscious woman to the back of the store. He laid her carefully on the chaise. He frowned slightly as he gazed over the limp body of the Fae. “She’ll need those remedies, Myra.” He called to her. Though as she called out for Logan he furrowed his brows and came out from the back room.
Myles looked to the counter and picked up the sketch pad. He flipped it open. The first page held a hand written note stating that the book belonged to Sydney. He scanned through a few of the pages. His jaw dropped slightly. “Damn, Myra...your sister is an artist?” He questioned. He lifted his eyes to looked to her as she called out for Logan again. “He isn’t here...I...” He furrowed his brows slightly. “I don’t believe Sydney is either.” He turned to the stairs and climbed up silently. He stopped at the top and opened the door slowly. The upstairs was dark as can be. He gazed around a moment and then carefully walked back toward the room that Myra told him would belong to his sister. A sigh came from Myles as he turned and hurried back down the stairs. He wasn’t careful about his noise now. “She’s not here...” He broke the news to Myra.
Myles looked to the Fae. “How long do you think they bled her, Myra?” He questioned curiously as he leaned against the desk and gazed across the room. “She’s a lot weaker than I would have thought...but then again she also had a nasty bullet wound. I’m not quite sure how she survived that.” He gave a soft chuckle. “And she still had enough energy to create a damn firestorm.” He raised a brow. “I’m glad we are not on her bad side...currently...”
Myles still held the sketch book in his hands. “So...uh….did you know that your sister could draw? This stuff is really good. Like….really good….look...” He flipped open to the page that Sydney was working on. “That looks just like you. Huh?” He smiled as he held the book forward. “She has talent that’s for certain.”
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After they ordered Sydney sipped upon her tea she gazed to Logan with curious hues as he began to speak of Myra and Myles. “I’m expected to follow suit?” She questioned. Her eyes fell away from him. “I...um I...I….I’m not sure...” She stuttered slightly. She shook her head. “I’m not...really cut out for….that...besides...I...um...I don’t want to go back...” Her blue hues moved back to him. She didn’t say anymore, but her eyes spoke every bit of it. She listened to him and nodded. “I would...much rather sell things...” She gave a forced smile then. She was nervous once again. She was expected to go into blood baths? Into crime scenes and chase down murderers? The Academy didn’t prepare her for such things.
She listened to him as he spoke. He didn’t know what happened when she was a child. A soft sigh came over her lips. “I can um...bring my art to life...I haven’t done it in a very long time.” She spoke her voice soft. “I drew a rune into my art and I brought it to life thinking it could be something fun to play with...but I was a child and I didn’t know what I was doing. I just remember the roar of the beast I had drawn...the smell of ash...” She bit her lip slightly. “I didn’t know...” She looked into the tea that she held in her hands. “I didn’t mean to...” She whispered softly. “But no one believed me.” She shook her head and then smiled. “But we don’t have to talk about that...huh?” She changed the subject quickly.
As he conformed he was a Fae she leaned forward. Interested in the topic. “Oh no of course not...most information on Fae is forbidden at the Academy.” She spoke before she listened to him talk about the deals that Fae made. It was ingenious. “I’ve read a few stories that I snuck from the locked library...but for the professors at the Academy to teach more than the curriculum...well….at least from what I saw.” She looked back to Logan then. “I’ve read the stories of Rumpelstiltskin...horrible things happened...I can only imagine the true story...” She smirked slightly. “I knew that the Academy was sheltering me from the world...but I was never certain of what extent.” She searched his eyes a moment before the food was brought forward.
Then he asked the question. What did she want. Sydney took a bite of her soup and melted slightly. “This...is amazing...” She spoke and smiled brightly. She took another bite. She then looked to Logan. “I’m not really sure...I would love to sell my art...but I’m not sure how many would find my art interesting. You’re the first. If I am being honest.” She gave a small laugh. She then took a few more bites. “I...never thought that I would get to leave the Academy...so I never thought about what I would like to do...because it seemed an impossible feat to be released.” She admitted before she took a sip of tea and returned her attention to the food. Her eyes lifted and she looked to Logan. “What is there for a witch to do in this world?” She asked curiously.
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Post by Nyte on Jul 12, 2022 22:47:28 GMT -5
Myra quickly walked around the shop gathering a few items from the shelves and some from her private work bench. Blessed water, bowls, mortar and pestle, herbs, a few leaves from various plants, fresh and dried. Just anything she could think of she would need to make the things she needed to help Jada. "Restoring Fae energy is a bit.. easier than others. At least for me." She reasoned and grabbed the potted plant that Sydney had commented on earlier from the shelf as well.
The comment about Sydney being an artist was a bit of a surprise to her. She remembered that Sydney liked to draw but they were just kids and she had no idea if the academy would even allow her the luxury of spare time. Now that she had Sydney back she found the hatred she felt the academy to burn just a little brighter. "Well, I hope he didn't take her anywhere dangerous." She commented offhandedly but wasn't really too concerned, or surprised about Logan taking Syd out somewhere.
"From the look of some of these scars.. a while." She reasoned. "They probably figured she wouldn't rebel anymore and loosened the guard watch on her. That's when she struck and escaped." Myra shook her head as she knelt down on the ground next to the chaise and began to grind up various herbs together, adding in other ingredients as she went. "I don't know much about her anymore, Myles." She reminded him. "She's practically a stranger to me and I to her. Twenty years changes people and especially if you're living in a place where they are trying to mold you to think the way they want you to." There was a bitterness in her voice which she did little to hide. "Ryker Academy is archaic at best. It should have been abolished long ago. For all the favor the Council holds for it's people it changes very, very slowly. Witches are one slip up away from having their minds wiped and their magic stripped away at all times."
Once all the ingredients were ground up together Myra poured some of the water into a bowl and then sprinkled the mixture on top, covering the surface completely but none of it sunk down into the bowl. Setting the potted plant and the bowl on a small table next to the chaise Myra blew across the leaves of the plant which caused the flowers to bloom and tiny, softly glowing white orbs begin to drift out and fill the room. The bowl she used a match to light the mixture which slowly began to burn like an incense. "There, that'll help her overnight. In the morning she should be feeling a lot better."
Getting up to her feet she left the room, ushing Myles out with her, and closed the door behind her to let the fae woman sleep. "So, either I'm your sister or your woman according to the other officers." She stated, trying to distract the conversation from the fact she had just gone on a small rant about the place her sister had been imprisoned for twenty years.
Logan's eyebrows rose as she spoke of her ability. "Now this I must see at some point. Would you be willing to demonstrate sometime?" He asked, making sure she was comfortable with the idea first before he pestered her too much. "We don't have to talk about anything you don't want to." He promised. Hearing just a bit of the reason why she had been sent away he still didn't understand the reasoning. She had been a child and children make mistakes. It was cruel and stupid to hold them accountable for wanting to bring a toy to life. What was the council thinking?
When Sydney mentioned sneaking forbidden books from a lock library Logan laughed and nodded his head in approval. "I think you and I are going to get along very well, Sydney. I like your energy and you seem like a genuinely fun person. Plus, I've always been of the opinion there's no such thing as knowledge that should be forbidden. Practiced.. probably but everyone has a right to answers, especially when it comes to history."
As they chatted Logan suddenly got the sense that another Fae was in the area. Not necessarily nearby but close enough to make him curious as to who would be bold enough to enter the area without asking him. He would have to figure that out, after he was done enjoying his dinner of course. Maybe they were just walking through.
"I know of a few patrons at the shop who would probably buy your art. Especially if you could do larger pieces and frame them. They'd sell for sure." When she asked about what a witch could do in the world he gave a soft shrug. "I think that's a better question for Myra. I never really interacted with witches before her, and now you. At least not in a positive way. The last witch I had met before her tried to bleed me." He shrugged and continued to eat his salad, picking out the berries first. That was where the magic was after all.
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Post by Blindside Tex on Jul 13, 2022 6:27:05 GMT -5
Myles watched Myra as she bounced around the shop to grab the various items. He absentmindedly flipped through the pages of the sketch book. “I would expect nothing less from you.” He smirked to her almost playfully before he flipped another page and his golden hues found the sketches once again. He brushed his fingertips through his hair to push it to the side. He was a bit more unkempt than normal after the run in with the pack leader and the blast of energy from the Fae. Myles wrinkled his nose slightly to her comment. “As much as I’d love to say he would take her somewhere dangerous. He isn’t an idiot.” He grinned and gave a chuckle. “He wouldn’t hear the end of it if he did. From you or I.” He winked before he flipped another page of the sketch book.
He was comfortably leaned against the desk now as Myra spoke of the scars. He winced slightly as he set the sketch book down on the desk, “That is what I was worried about.” He sighed and shook his head. “Well, at least they made that mistake. There is no telling how long they would have continued to drain her. I’ve been on cases...in the past where the Fae has been completely drained. They tap them like a damn well and use them until there is nothing left and when it’s done.” He shrugged. “They toss the body like an empty wrapper.” He crossed his arms over his chest. Myles, long ago, had loved a Fae once. He’d allowed himself to slip up and fall in love. Something he said he’d never do. So his hatred for bleeding of a Fae? It came from that. He’d found her body after she’d disappeared. He thought she’d ran. He searched and searched for her and couldn’t find her no matter how hard he tried.
It wasn’t long after that, that he weaseled his way into the human police force and worked his way up to become a detective. The only way to stop the scum from doing such things was to be on the front lines. At least, that is what Myles believed. He was a different demon. He had different priorities than others. Perhaps it was his experiences or his age. But his calm demeanor was nothing like the others.
Myles’ golden hues moved to Myra as she ground up the fresh plants to make a new healing paste for Jada. As she began to talk he listened silently. He could hear the frustration in her voice. “Hm.” He shoved his hands into the deep pockets of his pants. “I’ve never understood why your Witch Council created the Ryker Academy. There are Lycans that have caused more destruction than most witches. Hell, spirits have even disrupted the world more, and...Fae...” He shook his head slightly before he fell quiet. He watched her work now. Myles loved to watch Myra work. The way that she moved her hands, the way that she had every incantation memorized. It was fluid. It was a beautiful thing to watch. He had a slight smile upon his lips as he watched the white orbs come from the plant. His hues gazed to them a brief moment before he looked back to Myra as she lit the mixture in the bowl and spoke of the recovery that Jada would have.
As she stood and motioned him out of the room he grasped the sketch book and grinned to her as she quickly changed the subject. He wouldn’t poke and prod at her. Logan might have. But Myles? He knew when to leave well enough alone. “Hmmm.” He chuckled, “I don’t think I’d call you my sister.” He smirked to her playfully. “I wouldn’t call you that at least.” He tapped his fingertips against the leather cover of Sydney’s sketch book and gazed to Myra as a sigh came over his lips. “You and I both know you’ve no time for the idle banter of a relationship, Myra. You keep yourself quite busy.” He looked to her bloody clothing and sighed. “Come on.” He gave a gentle smile. “Before your sister gets back lets get you upstairs, hm? We can’t have her have a heart attack when she sees you like this.” He motioned to the blood. He looked down to his once perfectly pressed white button down top and a groan came from him. It was stained in the blood of the Fae.
Myles climbed the stairs to the apartment above and pushed the door open. He flipped on the switch as if he owned the place. “I’ll make you a drink.” He offered as he walked to a cabinet in the kitchen and opened it up to reveal various mixers and liquor. Myles grasped a glass and scooped ice into it and he began to craft the beverage. His eyes glowed slightly as he did this. An elixir that would sooth Myra’s mind from the frustrations she felt. He looked in the refrigerator and frowned. “Why don’t you ever keep berries?” He groaned as he rummaged around. “But you keep plenty of plants downstairs.” He complained as he grabbed a bottle of juice and mixed it in with the drink before he poured it into a glass and he set it upon the island. Myles set the sketchbook next to the glass and waited.
As he waited he removed his bloodied top so that he stood in a black undershirt that was tucked into his dress pants. At least the blood wasn’t visible on his black pants. He neatly folded the shirt and set it on the counter. When Myra came back out he motioned to the glass as he walked over to her. “That should to much better.” He smirked. “I’d hate for you to scare your dear sister the day she got back from the Academy.” He sat at the island on a barstool and sighed slightly. “That book -….” He paused a moment as he looked to the sketch book. “What is your sister’s magic like? When she was a kid? What exactly got her into trouble? Because that book...I can feel her magic through it. It confused me when we first returned. It felt like she was present, yet...it felt as if she was gone...then when I picked that thing up.” He motioned to the sketch book again. “How powerful is your sister, Myra?”
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Sydney looked to him with curious eyes. He wanted to see her magic? A playful grin spread across her lips. No one at the Academy wanted anything to do with her magic. In fact Madam Wisely threatened to take away her sketch book. She’d taken several away from her as she grew up. So many that eventually Sydney stopped weaving runes into the images. “I can show you.” She spoke with a delighted smile. “I’ll show you when we get back to the shop. I’ll draw up a flower.”
She gave a slight nod to him, “Perhaps in time...though I’m not certain. It’s been almost 20 years and...I...I um….I….” She began to stutter as her anxiety peaked once again. She bit at her lip as she held her breath slightly. “I still hate myself for what I did.” She looked down to her bowl of soup and spooned at it a few times. “I was just a kid, I-I didn’t realize what I was doing.” She paused again, gathering herself. “That’s the funny thing...you know?” She gave a half hearted laugh. “To throw a kid away into a place like Ryker.” She shook her head slightly. She pressed her lips together and shut her eyes a moment. It was evident how upset she was. She shook her head once again as she drew in a breath that caught in her chest. She had to focus to calm herself down. Madam Wisely’s voice was in her mind, Don’t make me regret this. Her fingertips drummed on the table uncomfortably. She sat with her eyes closed for a few minutes before she’d continued conversation with Logan.
She tilted her head slightly when he mentioned that he liked her energy. No one at the Academy liked her energy. She was chaotic in nature. It was something that the professors at the Academy suppressed more and more over the time that they had her. “If we do not know the past, how can we prevent it from happening again?” She asked when he made his comment. “I asked the professors that at the Academy, but they didn’t seem to pleased with my questions.” She took a bite of her food. Sydney smiled to him, “I’ve never quite understood the reason for locking away books.” She took another bite and shrugged slightly. “But there are many things that I know I lack an understanding of.” She focused in on her food as she scooped up another bite. She could feel the magical essence in each bite. It was an incredible feeling. She’d never quite experienced something like that before.
Sydney looked back to Logan as he spoke of her art, people would buy it? She smiled brightly to this. “I would love to do that.” She spoke, there was life in her voice now. Excitement. The longer she spoke with Logan the more comfortable she seemed to become. Though, the way that her anxiety bubbled up quickly to a topic that she was uncomfortable about. It made her almost like a ticking time bomb. She finished her last bite and then sipped upon her tea as he spoke. She nearly choked on her tea when he spoke of what the last witch did to him. “She bled you?” She questioned, her brows tugged together. “That’s...” Her breath caught in her chest. She seemed deeply disturbed now. “Archaic...horrible...I didn’t think that still happened...” She whispered. Her blue hues found his, “I’m glad you found my sister then...” She gave a weak smile. “I know she wouldn’t do anything like that...” She bit at her lip and then pushed her back against the backrest of the seat as she held her mug to her lips. She took a long drink.
Sydney set her empty mug down and she forced a smile once again. She looked to Logan and then to the dimly lit restaurant. “This has been some of the best food I’ve had.” She spoke as her eyes settled back in on him. She grinned, “Though I’m nearly certain that it wouldn’t take much to impress me since I’ve only eaten the slop of a cafeteria my entire life.” She giggled slightly. “I barely remembered food that wasn’t scooped out of a metal tin.” She grinned, she found it comical. “You should have seen me with the blueberry muffin this morning that I bought before my flight.” She smiled and shook her head. “Even the muffins at the Academy taste like cardboard.” She giggled once again and then merely smiled to Logan. “Thank you for showing me this place.”
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Post by Nyte on Jul 13, 2022 22:16:50 GMT -5
"No, you keep me that busy." She retorted. Myra had always wanted a relationship, someone she could come home to after the gruesome sights of the Myles brought her too. To help relax her mind and distract her from her work. Instead she came home to an empty bed and stared at the shelves of reagents, plants and tomes wondering if there were others that might have served her better in various different circumstances. She needed a vacation but she was to afraid to leave the shop unattended for so long, plus the lost venue would be hard to make up and.. it was just a lot to consider when taking off like that. Though maybe now that Sydney was here she could use her sister as an excuse to leave town for a bit. They could both go somewhere and unwind.
When Myles pointed out the bloody state of her clothing she nodded in agreement. Maybe it was the best that Sydney wasn't there when they got back. She might have panicked if she saw the way they were both practically covered. She would need to get out some fresh clothes for the woman as well. Jada probably didn't want to be wearing torn and bloodied clothes either but she wasn't about to attempt to redress a fae that she didn't know. That was how you ended up dead or worse.
Upstairs Myra threw her shirt and pants into the trash in her bedroom and pulled out a fresh t-shirt with jean shorts. After that she went to the bathroom to wash her hands, arms and face. Making sure that she didn't miss any spots of blood that would be visible. She would take a shower before heading to bed that was sure. "I don't keep berries because I sell them and they always go bad in my fridge." She called back to Myles as he voiced his complaint. "That or you just eat them all."
Once she was sure her appearance was at least acceptable she made her way back out to the kitchen and sat down at one of the barstools as she picked up the glass of juice that Myles had made. As always she sniffed the drink before tasting it, sensing the incantation he used. When he asked about the book she lowered the glass once more and glanced to the leather cover. "I wouldn't go through that anymore than you already have. First and foremost it's rude." She reminded him. "Though it makes sense you can feel her from the sketches. She can bring them to life. I don't remember exactly how it works but I do remember that. So there's probably a piece of her in each drawing."
Myra sipped at the drink and though it was sweet from the juice she could still taste the bitterness of magic within it. It was like the chalky taste of powder in pre-workout mixes. No matter what you did it was very hard to cover up. Still though it was a good drink. "Thanks." She told him and brushed her dark hair back and out of her face. "Are you going to stick around tonight to be here with Jada wakes up?"
Logan returned her enthusiastic smile when she offered to draw a flower and show him her power. He loved magic, as most Fae did, but he especially loved magic that was different than his own. He was born with his abilities and didn't have to do much to hone them. Just existing made him stronger. Witches were different. They had to practice, which was why he respected Myra so much for her strength. She was always learning and brushing up on old tricks.
Though when Sydney began to talk about Ryker Academy he simply sat and listened silently. He hadn't heard much about the organization, just rumors that floated around the different communities, but hearing Sydney talk and the way she flinched or winced at certain memories made him believe that a lot of them were true. Even if Sydney weren't Myra's sister he didn't think he could bear the idea of her going back to that place. Or really anyone still being there. It was supposed to be a place of education and reform, hence the term Academy. Instead it was just a prison where they suppressed and brainwashed their captives. Was the council really so afraid of their own kind that they would do anything to keep their mistakes hidden and locked away from the rest of the world?
"Well there are people of strange people and a lot that are set in old ways. Bleeding Fae included." He offered. "You wont have to worry about eating slop anymore. Myra can cook decently well, I'm much better and I'm sure Myles will try to butter you up with the promise of five star restaurants. He's a bit.. extra when it comes to the way he treats Myra." He paused as he seemed to think of something else, but didn't bother to speak it out loud. "Well, shall we head back? Myra is probably home by now and I'm sure she's wondering where you went." He rose up from his seat and offered her his hand once more then lead her back out of the restaurant, thanking the women as well before stepping back onto the sidewalk.
The sound of thunder overhead alerted Logan to the presence of an approaching storm. "Fantastic. Let's hurry." He stated and ushered Sydney along at a quicker pace in order to beat the rain. "Do you have your own phone yet? If not I'll see about getting you one. Then you can call or text me whenever Myra is out working and I'll come keep you company." He offered with a smile.
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Post by Blindside Tex on Jul 14, 2022 10:04:29 GMT -5
“It’s my fault is it?” Myles spoke as he held a hand to his chest, an overly dramatic expression on his face. He chuckled and shook his head as he’d followed her up the stairs. “You know I could stop offering you the jobs. Perhaps that would free up your time.” He prodded, a smirk upon his lips. “Doubtful. But hey, one can hope.” He spoke before he found his way to the kitchen to make the drink. As she called to him from the other room a smile curved up his lips. “Oh? That’s my fault too huh?” He slid the drink to her. “Why do I always get all the blame? Just because I’m a demon doesn’t mean I’m all that bad.” He watched her a moment as he leaned against the counter next to her. Myles smiled as she sniffed the drink, something she always did. Something that he would always expect from her. No matter how much she trusted him, she didn’t.
Myles frowned slightly as he gazed to the sketch book a long moment. “I’m rude too….huh...” He clicked his tongue. He took a seat upon the other barstool. “You’re not holding back any punches, Myra.” He teased. He glanced to the book once again as she spoke of the magic that Sydney had. “Interesting...I’d be curious to see it. I’ve never seen a witch use a sketch in such a way.” He went to reach for the sketchbook to get a closer look. But he chose otherwise. Perhaps Myra was right. He shouldn’t be going through Sydney’s things while she was away...where ever Logan had taken her.
Myra’s question broke him from his thoughts and he gazed to her. “Mhm, I planned on it. I don’t want her waking up and attacking you...or Logan when he realizes you’ve dragged a Fae into his territory.” He rolled his eyes slightly. “Though, I do hope that he will understand. Given the circumstances. I’ll stay until we figure out what exactly to do to get her on her feet. She’s been through a lot.” He squinted slightly and then reached forward and brushed his thumb against Myra’s temple, one small speck of blood that she’d missed. “It was barely noticeable.” He shrugged slightly before he brushed his fingertips through his hair and then crossed his arms again.
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The enthusiasm behind the smile that Logan held. It lit the fires of Sydney’s magic. It gave her life. No one had been excited about her magic in such a long time that she forgot what it felt like for someone to even be interested. She was to use her magic for healing only. Use the herbs and the incantations that the Academy approved for her to use. She wasn’t supposed to practice outside of that. Those were the rules...but a small spell wouldn’t hurt anything. Would it?
Sydney sighed softly as he spoke of those that still bled Fae she shook her head slightly. “It shouldn’t happen. That’s horrible.” She commented softly before she gazed to her empty bowl. It was as horrible as what the Academy did to the troubled witches such as herself. She hated to think of the first few years she’d spent there. It wasn’t for the faint of heart. That was for certain. Though as Logan spoke of Myra’s cooking she returned a smile to him once again. “I cannot wait to try it...” She raised a brow slightly as she noticed something. Logan seemed to want to say something. She watched that little twitch in the lip, the look in the eyes. But he continued on, as if nothing happened. So she didn’t press. She didn’t pry in and ask him what it was he was thinking. “Oh yes, I don’t want to worry Myra.” She spoke and nodded. She gazed to his outstretched hand and took it with less hesitation this time. She smiled and walked along with him.
As they left the restaurant and the thunder boomed Sydney gazed up to the dark rolling clouds within the skies. Her ocean hues took in the beauty of the high rise buildings that reached up like fingers into the heavens. “Hm?” Sydney looked to Logan as he rushed her along. She glanced up to him as a droplet or two began to fall from the skies. “Oh a phone. Yes. I have one.” She gazed to him as he offered his company to her when she needed it. A smile curved up her lips. “I would like that.” She replied as they rushed along. She flinched as a considerably loud thunder made even the ground quake beneath them. She bit at her lip slightly. The anxious nature of Sydney was one of the terrible side effects of the Academy. More droplets began to fall. Sydney laughed playfully as she ran forward through the rain. The droplets were icy cold against her skin as she rushed along. Soon enough she stood before the door of the shop. She waited for the door to be opened and she walked inside. “Here.” She slipped her phone from her back pocket. She unlocked it and handed it to him. “You can put yourself in there.” She had a warm smile on her lips. She walked to the counter in search of her sketch book. Her eyes scoured the counter. She grasped her pencil that had fallen out of the book. Her brows tugged together. “Logan...you didn’t move my sketch book did you?” She questioned as she moved around behind the counter in search of it. A bit of panic seemed to set in as she looked about. That sketch book may as well have been her journal. She kept it near and dear. It stayed with her nearly everywhere. "I-I...um...I..." She stuttered and shut her eyes. She drew in a shaken breath as she focused her breathing to calm herself. "I...I left it right here...didn't I?" She asked as her hues looked to Logan.
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Post by Nyte on Jul 14, 2022 13:50:25 GMT -5
Myra smirked when Myles commented on her lack of holding back punches. She was always a bit brutally honest, and it sometimes got her into sticky situations where she failed to use the appropriate amount of tact in her statements. "Well, if the shoe fits." She teased back and sipped on her drink once more. The more she drank the more relaxed she felt. He must have used something to help put her mind at ease, and though a part of her was irritated that he had assumed that she needed it, there was a larger part of her that was grateful for the aid. Maybe she would be able to sleep a bit easier that night rather than toss and turn like she usually did after a brutal case.
"He'll pout and complain about Jada being here for sure, but in the end I'm sure he'll understand. This may be his territory but it's my shop and I get to say who gets to stay and go." Using one hand Myra pinched her temples with her thumb and forefinger. She applied pressure to help ease a headache she felt coming on. She had used quite a bit of magic and it was now taking it's toll on her. Some rest and a good meal would bring her right back to where she needed to be, but she would be a little miserable until then. Though when Myles brushed the bit of blood from her cheek she couldn't help but to flash him an appreciative smile.
Sydney didn't seem too worried about being caught in the rain, but just in case Logan wanted her back to the shop dry. If he brought her back sopping wet he was sure Myra would be less than enthused. Luckily only a few drops had landed on them before they reached the door and he let them both inside. As soon as he stepped inside of the threshold he got the feeling another Fae was somewhere inside the building. He tensed for a moment but as he continued to investigate the energy he was picking up on he noticed that whoever it was was in pain and weakened. Perhaps Myra had listened to his pleas and helped the Fae instead of exterminating it with the job Myles had brought. He would have to ask her about the details.
"Hmm?" He asked when Sydney brought up her notebook, breaking his train of thought. "No, I didn't move it." He told her, closed the door and locked it, then made his way over to the counter to glance around and see if it had simply been knocked off or shifted to the side. "I think Myles and Myra are back. Maybe Myra grabbed it and took it upstairs with her." He offered. "Let's go see."
As Myra heard footsteps coming up the stairs she turned in her seat to look back at the door just as Logan opened it and let himself in. For a second she thought it might have been Jada, but there was no way the woman was up on her feet just yet. "Welcome back." She told him and picked up her glass from the counter as the turned to face Logan and Sydney fully. "Show her around the area?" Sydney asked.
"I actually took her down to get some food." Logan explained. "Ah, there's your book." He stated and pointed to the item sitting on the counter next to Myles.
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Post by Blindside Tex on Jul 14, 2022 16:10:26 GMT -5
Myles smirked to her and then rolled his eyes. “Hm, I’m not Cinderella.” He commented and watched her drink from the elixir he’d made her. He could sense her relax the more she had of it. Without a complaint from Myra about it, he would always do the same for her after a rough case. This one in particular...he wished he could have an elixir for sleep after it. But none of that worked on demons unfortunately.
He crossed his arms over his chest as she spoke, “Hm. It is your shop. As well as your house.” He reminded her with a smile. Though he frowned slightly as she pinched her temples, a soft sigh came from his lips. He knew she’d exerted herself, just with the display of magic. “You need something to eat.” He spoke as he moved back into the kitchen. He looked through the cabinets and then the fridge and mumbled to himself, though he didn’t say anything loud enough for her to hear as he began cooking.
It wasn’t anything extravagant and it didn’t take him long. He returned with a simple bowl of rice and beans with a vegetable on the side. “You, my dear, need to go to the store.” He spoke as he slid the dish across the counter to her. Even though it was simple, Myles knew his way around spices. He knew how to make the bland and boring taste delicious. “Eat some food so you can get your strength back.” He leaned against the counter once again.
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Sydney looked to Logan as he mentioned that Myra must have taken it upstairs. She gave a nod and followed him. She glanced back down the stairs, she could have swore she heard something. Her brows furrowed slightly for a moment. She shook her head and then looked back up the stairs as Logan opened the door. She heard her sisters voice and a smile came to her lips as she closed the door behind her and locked it. She drew in a breath of the delightful scent of the food that Myles had thrown together. As Logan announced it, her eyes fell upon the book.
Myles shifted and looked to the sketch book, he lifted it and smiled. “Apologies. I was admiring your artwork.” He spoke, he looked to the leather cover before he held it out toward Sydney.
She hesitated a moment. “O-oh...” She forced a smile. “You were?” She grasped the book and then glanced to Logan. Maybe the fae was right about her art? Perhaps she could sell it. Sydney gazed to her sister and furrowed her brows slightly, almost as if she could sense that Myra didn’t feel well. “Myra...” She paused and bit at her lip slightly. “I um...” She pressed her lips into a flat line. “A-are you alright?” She asked. Logan made it perfectly clear that asking questions was not considered prying or pestering. Much the opposite of what she was used to being told. She glanced to Myles, a bit uneasy it seemed. He moved away from Myra and went to the kitchen to clean the pot that he’d used to make the food. She watched him a moment before she glanced to Logan and finally her ocean hues settled back upon her sister. Myles’ bloody shirt was laying on the counter, folded neatly. Her eyes fell on it and her breath hitched in her chest. She swallowed. “A-are you hurt?” She asked, worry in her voice now as she looked to Myra once again.
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Post by Nyte on Jul 14, 2022 22:04:38 GMT -5
"Hmm." Was all Myra replied at first to his comment about her needing to eat. However, when she heard him get up from his seat she lowered her hand and looked over at him as he began to grab various things from around the kitchen. "You know sometimes I have a hard time believing you're a demon." Myra commented. "Not to be insulting but you take better care of me than almost anyone else." She told him with a chuckle and continued sipping her drink. Perhaps the relaxation agent he had added was a bit strong as her usual verbal filter seemed to be a bit faulty.
When he passed her the bowl she placed her mostly empty cup down and pulled the dish closer to her as she picked up the spoon and began eating. "Dang, this is good." She muttered between bites. "I'll go shopping tomorrow. I'll get berries too." She promised. "I just haven't had the time."
As the door opened behind her Myra turned to see Logan and Sydney had returned from their adventure as well. She smiled and nodded to the pair then turned back to the food Myles had prepared for her. Sydney seemed a little off set that her book had been picked up, but not really angry. Just flustered, but also surprised that Myles had apparently enjoyed what he saw in the sketches. It was only when Myra heard the concern in Sydney's voice that she looked back towards her sister and furrowed her brow a bit in confusion. "Hurt?" She asked then followed Sydney's glance to Myles's blood soaked shirt. "Oh, no. I'm fine." She promised and waved her hand dismissively. "Things were a little more.. excessive than we thought they were going to be." She explained and motioned to the shirt. "That's not either of our blood." There was that lack of filter again. "Logan, I hope you don't mind having another Fae as a guest for a bit. She didn't really have anywhere else to go." Myra explained.
"So you did bring someone else here." He stated and gave a sigh. "I thought I sensed someone but it's very weak. Did you bring one of the lesser Fae?" He asked.
"Nope, she's a full fledge. Just had the power bled out of her." Myra retorted and then turned to look at Sydney. "Did Logan behave? If not I'll knock him over the head for you." She offered and gave another chuckle.
"Are you drunk?" Logan asked, confused. Then he looked to Myles. "What happened to her?"
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Post by Blindside Tex on Jul 15, 2022 20:26:35 GMT -5
Myles glanced over his shoulder to Myra. “Oh you do. Do you?” He had a smirk upon his lips. “Need I remind you...Myra...” He turned his attention to the food for a moment or two. “I am not the ordinary demon, for one.” He glanced to her again. “For two. I have a soft spot for you.” He shrugged as he brought the plate over. “So, of course I’m going to make sure you’re taken care of.” He then grinned. “Besides, where will I find another witch that I can stand? That doesn’t want to kill me or use me for my powers?” He questioned with a playful smile now.
As Myra took her first bite he watched her carefully. He always seemed to want to impress her. When she commented on the food he smiled and nodded, “I have a lot of practice.” He winked. When she mentioned shopping Myles smirked. “You’d do that? Really?” He questioned with a playful tone. “Well I might just have to make you a better drink tomorrow then. I’m certain our Fae friend would appreciate a drink as well.” He fell quiet as the door pushed open. When Myles noticed the uncomfortable demeanor of Myra’s sister he immediately resigned himself to the kitchen to clean up his mess. He wanted no part in making Sydney uncomfortable again.
Though at the mentioning of Myra being hurt the demon turned his golden hues. His eyes tracked where Sydney looked and he winced slightly. He stepped forward and grasped the shirt. “I wouldn’t allow any harm to fall upon your sister. You can trust me Sydney.” Myles spoke as he slipped the shirt into the trash bin. He then stepped back over to the pot in the sink and began to wash it.
Sydney on the other hand had her arms crossed over her chest. She hugged her arms to her body, her face showed her worry. “More...excessive?” She still didn’t understand the jobs that Myles gave to his sister. With the looks of his shirt...she didn’t really approve. She listened as Logan made his question. Her eyes tracked to him a moment and then back to Myra. Her brows raised to her sister’s words. A fae. Bled for power. She stared to where the shirt once sat. Her lips were parted slightly. It wasn’t until Myra addressed her that her ocean hues locked on Myra. “L-Logan...” She stuttered. Sydney shut her eyes a moment. She drew in a deep breath. Her lips moved as she silently counted down from 10 or so.
When Sydney opened her eyes again she gazed to her sister and gave a warm smile. “Logan was great.” She spoke, she glanced to him and then back to her sister. “I um...I really liked the food...he took us to um...a great restaurant...” She nodded. “The food was incredible.” She relaxed a bit as she spoke.
Myles seemed to be intently listening, or at least watching Sydney as she spoke. Her mannerisms. His head tilted slightly as he dried off one of the pots. “There are quite a few good restaurants around town.” Myles smiled as he chimed in. To Logan’s comment Myles glanced to him and shook his head slightly, a smirk curved up his lips though. “No, no she isn’t drunk. She had to exert herself a bit...and the entire situation was a bit...” He drew in a breath and crossed his arms over his chest as he turned and leaned against the counter. “Exhausting.” He watched Logan for a moment. “So I fixed her up an elixir that will help with that splitting headache that she gets when she pushes herself a bit too much. It’ll help her sleep too.” He added.
“So you are hurt.” Sydney chimed in, her expression full of concern.
“She’s just tired, Syd.” Myles used the nickname that he’d heard Myra call her sister by.
Sydney looked to him, her lips pressed into a line. Her jaw was tight. “Y-you drugged her. Th-that’s what you did.” She looked back to her sister. She pressed her hand to Myra’s forehead and spoke a small incantation. If there was anything that the Academy did well for Sydney, they taught her how to use the healing magics. She was incredible at it. Her eyes took on a white glow as she spoke the words that weaved together perfectly like a fine thread. When she finished she let out a breath and cleared her throat slightly before she sat down next to Myra at the kitchen island. She traced her fingertip along the cracks in the leather cover of her sketchbook. To heal without using herbs – that took a lot out of a witch. But it was a feat that few could perform.
Myles placed the clean dishes in the dish rack and glanced to Logan a moment before he looked back to Myra. Perhaps it was Sydney that was going to be the overprotective sister of the two. “I’m going to go make sure Jada is still sleeping. I’ll be downstairs if you need me, Myra.” He spoke as he slipped from the apartment. The sound of his footsteps echoed against the old wooden stairs as he retreated.
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Post by Nyte on Jul 15, 2022 22:41:44 GMT -5
Myra smiled at the comment about him having a soft spot for her. There weren't many that could claim that they were legitimately friends with a demon after all. Even if that demon was a bit unorthodox himself. Though when he mentioned the intentions of other witches she rolled her eyes. "Only the weak prey on others." She muttered.
Watching the interaction between Myles and Sydney it was evident it was going to take some time for Syd to trust the demon and that he really meant the best. Or maybe it would just take time for Sydney to actually relax around any of them. She reminded Myra of a frightened rabbit. Twitchy and always keeping a vigilant eye out for any signs of danger or hostility.
"I'm not hurt, Syd." Myra tried to reassure her sister when the mention of the drink and it's affects was brought up. Even Logan knew of the elixirs that Myles made on occasion. He had even had a few throughout the years. Then as Myra felt Sydney's cool fingers against her forehead she wanted to pull away. She wasn't a fan of others using magic on her, Myles and Logan were rare exceptions, and fought against her instincts to push her sister's hand away. When she felt the tingle of magic chase away the headache, and the fog that covered her mind from the elixir, Myra blinked a few times and then chuckled softly. "Huh.. that was unexpected." She commented.
When Myles offered to check on Jada Myra looked to him and nodded. "I'll be down in a bit to check over the healing agents." She told him before he closed the door and listened to the sound of his footsteps fade down the stairs. "You know he really does just want to help." Myra told Sydney. "He makes me drinks all the time, and food, and just helps out in addition to payment for jobs." She assured her.
"He must have amped up the juice in this drink." Logan stated and picked up the glass from the table and swirled it around a bit. "I haven't seen it hit you this hard in a while."
"No, I just haven't eaten today and then I expended a fair bit of magic so I was just running on "E"." She retorted. "Still am actually." She added and stifled a yawn with the back of her hand.
"Ah, that'll do it too." Logan conceded and looked towards Sydney. "So you can heal and manipulate drawings." Logan stated more than asked. "Still willing to show me?" He asked and pointed to the sketch book.
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Post by Blindside Tex on Jul 15, 2022 23:13:29 GMT -5
Sydney watched her sister carefully as she’d healed her. A smile curved up her lips when she’d finished healing her and her sister made the comment. She glanced after Myles as he’d left. Her eyes gazed to Myra as she spoke of the healing agents. She began to wonder what sort of agents Myra used? How injured was this Fae? Her mind seemed to run circles around her as she got lost in her thoughts. But then Myra spoke to her. She bit at her lip slightly and looked away from her sister. “Right. I-I’m sorry.” She apologized. Perhaps she shouldn’t have healed Myra. Was it wrong to do so? She had a hard time telling what she should and should not do. She was so used to the constraints of the Academy that she wasn’t certain what to do with her freewill. But, healing her sister...that was a good thing. Right?
As Logan spoke of the drink and Myra simply responded to him, Sydney seemed to relax again. She tapped upon her sketch book a bit nervously, her knee bounced slightly as well. Her nerves were something that Sydney would need to work on. If it was something that could be solved. Nearly 20 years at the Academy had brewed quite an anxiety driven witch. When Logan finally spoke to her, she lifted her eyes to him. “Oh yes….um...” She gave a smile. “My focus was healing magic at the Academy. It is what I have spent most of my life learning.” She glanced to her sister a moment to see if she had any reaction to Logan’s request for seeing Sydney’s magic.
She lifted her pencil and opened to a blank page. “Hm...” She hummed lightly in thought as she tilted her head. She had a gentle smile upon her lips as the pencil began to dance upon the page. She began to draw the pedals of a rose. The curve and the shadowing took on a realistic shape. Her knee stopped bouncing as she calmed. Drawing was one of the few things that brought her nerves down. She brushed her hair from her eyes as she continued. It didn’t take her nearly as long as one might imagine it would. Practice. She’d had hours upon hours of practice.
Eventually she had a beautiful rose drawn upon the page with water droplets upon it. Sydney’s ocean hues lifted to Logan and she gave a smile. “Alright. Ready?” She asked as she shifted the sketchbook ever so slightly. She placed her hand over the page and she closed her eyes as she spoke the incantation. It was a wonder how Sydney had learned to pull images from the pages with such finesse. It was something when she was a child that she read many books upon. Books that a child her age shouldn’t have been reading...but rather she should have been playing. A light burned to life on the page as she spoke and as she drew to the end of the incantation Sydney grasped the stem of the rose in her hands. It was a white rose with pink tipped pedals. Water droplets rest upon it. It was pristine.
Sydney held the flower forward, a bright smile upon her lips. It had been years since she’d practiced this art of using her magic and her sketches. Madam Wisely strictly forbid her from doing such things. “There you are, Logan.” She handed the flower to him. It even smelled like a rose. It was as if she’d conjured it from a garden somewhere. She had a relaxed look about her as she closed her sketch book, the page where the flower had once been drawn was now completely empty. She’d literally pulled the image from the book. She glanced to Myra a moment, a warm smile upon her lips. The smile that Myra might remember her sister having most of her life as a child. "How are you feeling now?" She asked curiously.
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