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Post by Nyte on Jul 15, 2022 23:29:30 GMT -5
"There's nothing to apologize for." Myra assured Sydney and got up from her seat to take the now empty glass to the sink and clean it out. "I only ask that you refrain from using a lot of magic in the shop. We have plenty of mortals that come in wanting to dabble in their pseudo-witchcraft and they don't know about our magic. Here in the apartment though? You can do whatever, as long as you're not blowing out the windows." She looked to Logan and nudged him gently with her elbow.
"You break one window and then you never hear the end of it." He stated with a sigh, but when Sydney lifted her pencil and opened her book his attention redirected onto her hand to watch the image of the rose slowly come to life on the page. The sketch itself was impressive and held an astounding amount of detail for a quick creation. He also did nothing to hide the impressed expression he showed at her level of skill. When she placed her hand over the drawing though and spoke the words to weave the magic into the page and pulled the flower out his smile brightened considerably as he gazed at the flawless creation before him. "Well, I'll be damned." He muttered and reached out to gently take the flower she held out to him and turned it between his fingers to observe it from every angle.
Myra was a bit more warry watching Syndey draw and then work her magic. Just a flower had no ramifications of course, no danger what so ever, and her concern wasn't really that Sydney would do something that could possibly harm any of them. Instead she was worried about the Academy finding out. If they knew she was practicing the same magic that had gotten her into trouble.. well they could wank to take her away again and there was no way Myra could allow that to happen. She had been a child before, unable to do anything. Now she was an adult and a very strong practitioner.
"This is amazing. How long will it live? Does it disappear or wilt? Can I keep it? I'm sure Myra has a vase around here somewhere. Can I get it wet or will it smear like as if it's on paper?" Logan fired off questions more quickly than Sydney could answer them. Obviously excited about the simple rose that he had been handed.
"I'm tired still, but that'll be the case until I get some sleep." Myra replied. "Other than that I feel fine though, thank you."
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Post by Blindside Tex on Jul 15, 2022 23:51:28 GMT -5
Sydney looked to Myra and gave a weak smile when her sister stated that she didn’t have anything to apologize for. At least she hadn’t made Myra angry on her first day back. With less than an hour of time around her. As Logan and Myra bantered once again and soft giggle came over Sydney’s lips. “You’ll have to tell me exactly how a window was blown out of the apartment.” She gazed to Myra, she wanted the story from her it seemed. “Then you’ll have to defend your reasoning.” She gave Logan a smirk before she’d turned her attention to the sketch. “And don’t worry, Myra. I’ve spent nearly 20 years only practicing magic when I am told to. I promise I won’t cause any trouble. Or broken windows.”
Of course Sydney had caught the excited look in Logan’s expression several times as she sketched away. But she focused on her art. Once she’d produced the flower and handed it to him she glanced to Myra. The wary look in her eyes. Sydney’s attention was quickly stolen back by Logan whom threw question after question at her. “Um...” She blinked a few times as she tried to focus to answer his questions.
“It will live as long as a rose that you’ve gotten from the store might. It’ll die in the same way, the pedals will begin to wilt.” She giggled slightly to his question on if he could keep the flower. “Of course. Yes, you can if you would like to.” She glanced to her sister with a bubbly smile. She stretched slightly as she stood. “I’m glad I could help.” She spoke and then looked to Logan again. She bit her lip slightly as she looked to the rose in his hand. He made her want to practice the magic that she was strictly forbidden to practice. Yet it felt so good. It made her feel as though she’d stepped out of the thick bars of the cage that she’d been trapped in. But she also knew the horrible ramifications that could happen if she were to be caught.
Don’t make me regret this.
Madam Wisely. Always in the back of her mind. Sydney held her book up a second. “I’m going to put this away for the night.” She spoke as she slipped away to her room down the hallway. She let out a long breath as she set it on the bedside table. She was exhausted if she was honest with herself. The fluffy pillow upon the bed seemed to call her name. But...she hadn’t gotten to talk to Myra. To spend any true time with her sister. It would come though. She had all the time in the world now.
Sydney walked back to the living room area and she gazed to her sister. “So...this Fae...” She spoke, her eyes curious. “You saved her? How...um how hurt is she?” She asked cautiously. “I can...I can help...” She offered, she was a bit hesitant to offer her help. She didn’t want to overstep any boundaries. “If you want me to.” She tagged on the end and smiled.
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Post by Nyte on Jul 16, 2022 0:08:49 GMT -5
"Oh, I'll tell you. Logan decided it would be a wonderful idea to make a flower that sounded like a bell. You know like from children's story books? Well, as usual he made it huge rather than small little dainty things as we had discussed and when he chimed it the sound was so powerful it literally shattered the window out of my living room." She explained.
"Look, I get excited plus I didn't think anyone would actually be able to hear or even pay attention to the tiny flowers she suggested. I wanted something that would put this place on the map. Something that no one could ignore." Logan defended.
"No one could miss or ignore that monstrosity." Myra retorted.
Logan seemed infatuated with the new flower, especially since she said he could keep it. With his own magic the little rose would last a very, very long time. "Thank you." He told Sydney with a sincere tone and turned to begin looking for a vase or cup to put it in some water so that it didn't begin to wilt.
When Sydney walked to her room to put away the sketch book Myra shot Logan a hard glance, but he either didn't noticed or just ignored her all together as he filled a thin, tall vase with water from the sink and sprinkled a bit of sugar into it as well before placing the flower's stem into the water. Myra relaxed once more before Sydney returned and as she listened to the questions from Sydney she bit her lower lip while she deliberated her answer.
"She had a bullet wound in her side, and she has several lacerations along her arms and hands. I can do a little healing but it's more encouraging the body to heal itself rather than having them draw the energy from me directly. It's slower than normal healing magic." She paused. "If you want to help her you can.. however. I don't know much about this woman and Myles is staying here specifically because of that. She knows we came to help her but once she's back on her feet she may not be so.. cordial. Being bled by an entire pack of werewolves will put a toll on anyone. So if you go down there just know there's a risk."
"A whole pack?" Logan asked, his expression pained. "Seriously?"
Myra shrugged. "I guess bleeding is back in style these days." She replied with a somber tone.
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Post by Blindside Tex on Jul 16, 2022 0:42:35 GMT -5
As Myra and Logan went back and forth about the bell flower she grinned. Her eyes moved back and forth between the two, a laugh escaped her lips. “Perhaps bigger is not always better, Logan.” She spoke before she’d slipped away to her room to get rid of her sketch book.
Once she returned she watched as her sister bit at her lip. Worry? Her ocean hues focused on Myra as Logan prepped the vase for his new flower. She crossed her arms as she drew in a breath. She’d never been around a Fae before today. Much less an injured Fae. This entire day was full of firsts for her. “If she has injuries to that extent...I imagine that...perhaps my magic may help.” She spoke and then bit her lip slightly. She drew in a breath. “It’s horrible...that anyone should go through something like that...” She whispered and shook her head slightly. “I want to help.” She forced herself to stay calm. Though anxiety bubbled up in her stomach as it churned. With Myra uneasy, it didn’t help Sydney’s situation.
“I’m sure she will be thankful that you saved her.” She gave a soft smile before she stepped to the door. “I’ll be careful though...I promise.” Sydney pulled the door open and then walked down the stairs carefully.
Myles was sitting in one of the chairs in the shop. His golden hues lifted to her. “Is everything alright?” He asked as he stood. He set a book down on the chair that he’d taken off of one of the shelves for light reading to pass the time.
“I want to help the Fae.” Sydney spoke as she stepped forward. “Where is she?”
Myles watched the young woman for a long moment. He glanced up the stairs for Myra and Logan. “That’s very kind of you.” He spoke as he led her to the back room. “There you are.” He flipped on the dim light so that she could see.
Jada lay on her side, her muscles quivered and shook, her breathing was quick and shallow. Sydney hesitated slightly as she looked to the woman. To the cuts. The blood that stained her clothing. She stood in the doorway for several seconds as Myles gazed to her. He could feel her nervousness. Sydney stepped forward slowly and knelt next to the woman that lay upon the chaise of the couch. Jada’s eyes fluttered slightly in her sleep. “She’s not doing well.” Sydney spoke, her voice was soft. She looked over the wounds. She stood and walked around Myles. “Those flowers. The ones that I saw earlier...” She muttered to herself as she walked around the counter. She grasped a single flower and carried it back with her to the backroom. She knelt once again.
“Do you need anything else?” Myles questioned, his brows tugged together.
Sydney lifted her eyes to him, she shook her head as she pressed the flower against her palm. “N-no.” She returned her attention to the Fae. She swallowed as she pressed her hand that held the flower against the woman’s sternum. Sydney drew in a breath before she began to speak an incantation. A glow came to her eyes and a glow formed beneath her hand. That glow spread to the deep cuts on the Fae’s arms and the bullet wound of her side. Sydney shut her eyes as she leaned her head forward slightly. She could feel the magic pouring from her own body as if she was a pot of water filling a glass.
Her breath began to quiver as she spoke. Myles glanced to Myra, his eyes soft. He then looked back to her sister as she continued the incantation. The cuts upon the woman’s arms began to close and disappear. The bruises faded away. The scratches. Even the bullet wound mended. Sydney finished and sat on the floor before the chaise, her breathing was ragged. To heal that amount of injury…was a bit more than what she’d ever asked of her body.
The Fae’s eyes began to flutter open. She sat up swiftly and the first thing she saw before her was Sydney. Her hand shot forward and grasped around the witch’s neck. Her eyes full of fear as she gazed around the unfamiliar environment. Sydney struggled against her, a cry managed to escape her lips as the woman gripped more tightly. She was merely protecting herself. They were lucky she didn’t blast them with her magic. “Jada.” Myles stepped forward. “Hey. Let her go.” He placed his hands on Sydney’s shoulders as she struggled against the grip. “She healed you. Hm? You’re safe. You don’t have to be afraid.” His voice was calm even as he felt the jerking motions of Sydney as she tried to get away.
Jada took a moment as she stared to Myles. Her brows furrowed, her grip loosened and Sydney gasped for air. “I didn’t realize.” She spoke. Her eyes fell upon Myra and then Logan. Her eyes began to glow slightly as she gazed to him.
Sydney coughed as Myles helped her to her feet. She staggered but he steadied her. “How do you feel?” She asked as she rubbed her neck slightly. A deep bruise was already starting to appear from how tightly Jada grabbed onto her.
Jada looked to her a moment as she slowly stood. “Much better...” She spoke. Her eyes moved about the room. She stared to Myra. “You’re the witch who saved me...why?” She questioned. Her eyes looked to Logan. “You’re a Fae...” She had a surprised look in her emerald hues. She shifted slightly and then looked to Myles whom still helped Sydney balance. Sydney’s eyes were heavy now from the use of her magic.
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Post by Nyte on Jul 16, 2022 21:43:48 GMT -5
When Sydney took Myra's side in the bell argument Logan rolled his eyes. "That has not been my experience. Though I suppose when it comes to loud sounds you both have a point... at least when they're indoors."
Once Sydney returned from putting her book away Myra saw the hesitation upon her sister's face. Myra didn't want to sugar coat or downplay the danger that was involved in helping Jada though. She was confident the woman wouldn't be able to tear her shop down due to the protections Myra had woven into the construction, but that didn't mean that they were necessarily safe if she really wanted to harm her rescuers.
Though Sydney wasn't deterred and held firm in her conviction to help. Myra glanced to Logan as Sydney turned to head down stairs and he gave a soft shrug. "I'm interested to see how this plays out." He told Myra in Sylvian, the Fae language.
Both Logan and Myra came down the stairs just as Sydney was kneeling next to Jada to begin the healing process. "You'll probably need to make her a drink as well after this." She whispered to Myles as she watched the sight of the cuts, bruises and scrapes slowly disappear from Jada's body. The next thing that happened though was what Myra was afraid of.
Myles was a bit faster getting to Sydney but Myra was right behind him as was Logan. Victim or not Myra wasn't going to let Jada take her anger, fear and frustration out on Sydney. Luckily she released Syd before Myra had to resort to desperate measures though. "Does it really matter why?" She snapped. "We risked our asses running up there and pulling you out of that penthouse, then we brought you back here and bandaged you up. You owe us a debt, not skeptics." Normally Myra didn't like to play into Fae law, calling on favors as debts, but it was perfectly within her right to do so in this circumstance. Not to mention Jada had almost broken Sydney's neck. "Logan, please take Sydney upstairs. I'll be there as soon as I can."
Logan nodded and stepped forward to slip his arm around Sydney and shoulder her weight from Myles. "I got her." He told the demon and began to head towards the door. "Oh, and yeah I might be a Fae, but this lot is the best group you could have asked for to rescue your ass. Remember that when you open your mouth next." His tone had a thin layer of threat behind it as he spoke.
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Post by Blindside Tex on Jul 16, 2022 22:19:28 GMT -5
Myles stood with his arms crossed over his chest as he watched curiously. He wanted to see what Sydney was capable of as well. He glanced to Myra and nodded. “I certainly can. If you’d like another I would be more than happy to oblige. Since she stole yours away.” He chuckled playfully.
“Hm. It matters to me, more than you’d ever know.” Jada replied to Myra as the woman snapped at her, the emerald color of her hues shimmered from the magic that flowed within her body, thanks to Sydney. “But you might not understand that.” Her eyes glanced to Sydney and to the bruising around her neck. She had damn near killed the witch. It was more of a fear response than anything. A strange place after she was bled. She had a hard time keeping her memories straight. As Myra spoke that she owed them Jada’s jaw clenched slightly and her emerald hues locked on the raven haired woman. Every Fae followed such laws. Not many humans knew to enforce said laws upon them.
Sydney was leaned heavily against Myles, her vision was slightly blurry. Her breathing shuddered as she tried to move, but her muscles failed to respond. As she felt Logan’s arm slip around her she drew in a breath. “I...I’m...I’m okay...I...” She fussed slightly. But she didn’t fight against him. She couldn’t. Her head lulled and leaned against him.
As Logan threatened Jada the Fae smirked to him and crossed her arms over her chest. She sat down and then rolled her eyes slightly. She looked to Myra and then to Myles. “Hm demon.” She scoffed slightly. “Well isn’t that surprising.” Her eyes followed after Logan as he lugged Sydney away.
Myles watched her, “We prevented your death. You should be thanking us.” He spoke, his voice sharp. “Why don’t you sit down and tell us who you are...we can start there.”
Jada looked to him, a wild look in her eyes. A true Fae. The Fae that Myles hated. They were unpredictable. She giggled slightly and then sat down. “Only because I owe you.” She smirked as she looked to Myra. “The girl.” She spoke and tilted her head slightly. “Your sister, yes?” She had a very thick accent. One that was clearly from far away. “You both have strong magical auras.” She leaned her back against the back of the couch, relaxed. “My name is Jada, but you already know that. Clearly.” She looked to Myles. “I thank you for ending my suffering. That pack has had me in different locations for nearly a year now...I believe….what day is it?” She questioned.
Myles pulled his phone out and held it forward to show her the date. “You have a funny way of thanking us, Jada.” He spoke with a bit of hate in his words.
The Fae chuckled as she took his phone and looked to the date. “Hm time does fly as you are being tortured.” She handed the phone back. “Make that 3 years. I do suppose since they kept me sedated most of the time that the days have become muddled and many were forgotten.”
Myles looked to Myra, he crossed his arms over his chest. He wasn’t sure what to do with the Fae. “Where are you from?” He questioned.
“Highland.” Jada spoke confidently. “Where are we?” She asked, her eyes looked to Myra again. “I don’t imagine I am close to home...”
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Sydney winced as she tried to climb the stairs. Her muscles burned like nothing she’d felt before. “My head...” She whispered as she closed her eyes. She allowed Logan help her up the stairs and she staggered forward to the couch where she nearly collapsed. Her eyes fluttered slightly. Red lines appeared on her arms. A side effect of how she practiced magic. She was enduring the pain that Jada had once felt. She didn’t hold the injuries. But each mark upon her body was a cut that Jada had. She shuddered slightly. “My head...” She groaned weakly. “I...I….should I….n-not have….h-helped her…?” She rubbed the deep bruising around her neck. She had been just seconds away from death. So close that she could nearly feel it.
Sydney let her eyes close as she shivered, her teeth clattered slightly. She shakily reached to the back of the couch and pulled the neatly folded blanket over her body. Though, she didn’t come close to covering herself. The blanket remained folded as it rest upon her torso. “L-Logan…?” Her voice was small. Though her eyes fluttered after she’d spoken and her muscles loosened slightly. The bliss of being unconscious swept over her body. Her fingertips curled into the blanket as her teeth chattered slightly.
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Post by Nyte on Jul 16, 2022 23:05:52 GMT -5
Myra wasn't in the mood to deal with a wild Fae. They were more pretentious than that of the royal variety. Holding their wild magic and nature as "pure" while others were considered tainted. Why they were tainted was beyond Myra's knowledge and the one time she had asked Logan about it he had simply rolled her eyes and said it was all politics. Luckily they all followed the same laws, but one group loathed them far more than the other. It seemed Myles and Myra had gotten unlucky with this one.
With Sydney and Logan gone Myra closed the door behind them and moved to lean against the wall with her arms folded across her chest. "Three years is a long time, and no you're no where near home." Myra confirmed. "Yes, Syd is my sister and Logan is a highborn Fae." She stuck that in because she knew it would irk Jada. "You know Myles and my name is Myra." She figured that she'd give out names and hope that Jada would have the manners to use them rather than calling them witch or demon. "You're on the east coast of the US." Myra offered her, but didn't give an exact location. She was going to make this woman pry for exact answers. It was a very.. fae thing to do anyway. Just to show Jada that Myra knew what she was doing when it came to these games.
Upstairs Logan helped Sydney sit on the couch and when she reached to grab the blanket, pulling it over herself and promptly passing out, he sighed softly. "You pushed yourself too far." He muttered and lifted one of her arms to observe the marks along her skin, making sure they weren't full injuries. Satisfied that they were not he glanced back towards the door and deliberated on his next move. He had to do something and couldn't just let Sydney sit there and shiver while her body was starved for energy.
Grabbing the blanket he unfolded it and draped it across her completely and then slid in next to her on the couch. He wiggled his arm beneath her and pulled her over to lay against him, using his body warmth to help sooth her muscles. As he did he closed his eyes and began to hum a soft tune that allowed some of the ambient energy in the air to flow into him and then into Syd. It was a slow trickle, like an IV drip, but effective in restoration.
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Post by Blindside Tex on Jul 16, 2022 23:30:56 GMT -5
Jada watched Myra intently, a smile upon her lips. “Three years is a very long time, indeed.” She agreed. When Myra confirmed that she was nowhere near home the Fae merely nodded. She knew. She smirked when Myra mentioned Logan. “A highborn?” She questioned and sat forward slightly on the couch. “You don’t say? He’s graced you with his noble presence?” She giggled. “How honorable of him. Most highborn Fae are pricks.” She followed up and frowned as she leaned back on the couch and crossed her arms over her body, she even rolled her eyes slightly.
The Fae looked back to Myra as she made her introduction. “Very well. Good to know your names then. I’d rather not call you by demon or witch.” She smiled – it was a beautiful intoxicating smile. A Fae smile. Though she frowned slightly once again as Myra played her games. “You’re too good, Myra.” She complimented. “You’ve played the games of the Fae for long enough, hm? I imagine you’re used to it since you have a highborn in your presence.” She leaned her head to the other side slightly.
“Well. That is quite awful that I ended up here.” She pursed her lips slightly. “I’m from Europe. I’m quite certain you guessed that.” She smirked. She knew her accent was thick. She was quite aware. “I’m terribly sorry about your sister. I didn’t mean to cause any harm to fall upon her. I was afraid when I woke. You must understand that.” She gave that beautiful Fae smile once again. “I mean no harm to you. You’ve saved me after all.”
“Stop it.” Myles snarled, his eyes darkened. “Stop trying to slip her under your spells. It doesn’t work that way here. you’re in a heavily protected building.”
“Temper. Temper.” Jada spoke as her eyes lulled in his direction. Her eyes lifted to the ceiling a moment as if she was looking for something. She then looked back to Myra. “Tell me where I am.” She spoke, she didn’t dazzle Myra with a smile this time. “And tell me what favors I owe you for the pleasure of you saving me.”
Myles had his arms crossed as he glanced to Myra to see what her next move with this Fae would be. There was something about Jada that made him want to fight for her. But her behavior set him off. Wild Fae were difficult to deal with. Especially when they had been through such a traumatic situation.
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Sydney’s arm was completely limp as Logan had lifted it. The marks were merely that, red raised marks on her skin that would slowly disappear. As he grasped the blanket to unfold it and lay it over her Sydney shifted slightly, her arms tucked into her body as her muscles quaked. When he lay the blanket back over her Sydney’s fingers curled into it as she breathed quickly.
As Logan shifted her about, Sydney mumbled slightly, but her eyes remained closed. Her head turned into his warmth and her breathing slowed slightly as he began to syphon his magic into her. After a few minutes her eyes fluttered open. She blinked several times to get her bearings. “Logan?” She asked as she gazed up to him, confusion in her voice. Her body still ached. “What...is happening?” She winced as she went to move. She chose to remain where she was, her muscles ached all too much. “The...Fae...is she alright?” She asked sleepily. “Is everyone okay…?”
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Post by Nyte on Jul 16, 2022 23:44:59 GMT -5
Myra would have to thank Logan for his whimsical ways and casual word banter. It really did make her quite effective against other Fae. Whether or not that had been his intention or not she wasn't sure, but it helped all the same. When Jada smiled Myra felt herself tense yet she could feel the allure and draw into Jada. She wanted to be angry that the Fae would use such tactics on her but found it hard to hold onto that anger for more than second. If it weren't for her wards she might have fallen instantly for the rouse, and unfair advantage all Fae had unfortunately. Luckily Myles quickly put and end to it and Myra found herself thankful that such things didn't affect demons. Charming them was next to impossible.
"You're in my home. That's all you need to know for the moment. We'll try to get you home but it would be easier if we had someone to contact oversees. Perhaps family or friends that would love to know you're safe." Myra sighed and glanced to Myles. She was reaching the end of her rope as far as strength went but was trying not to show it. "As for your debt. Behave, treat this place with respect and care as well as all it's occupants and I'll call us even." She told Jada. She really didn't like having debts owed to her. She just wanted to live her life not have various creatures owing her and trying to get out of their debts.
It didn't take long for Sydney to start to stir once Logan got her comfortable. It was a good sign, but he didn't bother to move or let her slip away as he felt her trying to resituate herself against him. "Everyone is fine. Myra can hold her own in the most dicey of Fae courts, and the Fae charms and such don't work on Myles. The Fae woman will be fine as long as she behaves herself." He assured her and shifted his to look at Sydney. "You were shaking and I can feel the pain and soreness in your muscles. Just relax. All I'm feeding you is the ambient energies in the room. You would absorb them on your own over time. This just makes it faster."
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Post by Blindside Tex on Jul 17, 2022 0:16:30 GMT -5
Jada had a playful smile upon her lips. She knew she’d charmed Myra, even if just a little. “You brought me to your home? Hm.” She hummed and smiled again, though she didn’t flash her notable Fae smile this time. “My family. Yes. I’m certain that my father will be quite pleased to hear that I’m not dead. The idea that he’s overturned every rock in England wouldn’t surprise me.” She then grinned a bit wildly. “My family is true highborn. Not that pretentious Fae you have living here. His claims to royalty are slim to none. There is too much mud in his blood for him to be a highborn Fae. Nobility does not come from merely belonging to a family. It runs much deeper than that.”
She shifted and stood, “You look tired.” She reached forward and cupped Myra’s cheek, a playful smile upon her lips. “Don’t you worry. I won’t harm a thing. I’ll be right here waiting.” Her magic seemed to swirl around Myra an alluring aura that the Fae created. “I truly am thankful for your save love.” She grinned and turned from Myra. “Do you have blankets? Something to make this more accommodating?” She questioned curiously.
Myles rolled his eyes slightly. He opened a chest and pulled out a few pillows and a blanket. He’d used them several times when they had a nasty job that they came back late from. He handed the items forward to Jada. “Don’t touch anything.” He warned.
“Wouldn’t dream of it.” She winked to him. “Besides. What would I need with fake elixirs?” She smirked, “And trinkets.” She sat down on the couch and looked to the two. “Go on. Get her some rest before she passes out.” She shook her hand slightly toward the two.
Myles furrowed his brows slightly. “Come on, Myra.” He spoke as he walked toward the door. He paused a moment and he looked back to her. “Stop trying to charm her.” He warned again before he led Myra from the room. He walked her up the stairs then. “I’ll make you another drink, hm?” He offered.
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Sydney didn’t try to move, if anything she felt comfortable. Surprisingly. She pulled the blanket up a bit more as she closed her eyes slightly. “I’m glad...Myra is okay...” She whispered softly. Her eyes opened again and she gazed to Logan as he spoke. He could sense that she was sore? “Hm...thank you...” She whispered softly as the door pushed open.
Myles walked in and walked into the kitchen he began mixing two drinks this time. He turned as he began to shake up the mixers. His eyes fell upon Logan and Sydney. A chuckle came from his lips. “Swooping in to save the day are you?” He questioned as he poured two glasses. He handed one to Myra and he walked over to the living room to set the other on the coffee table. “Damn Myra...” He spoke as he looked to Sydney’s arms. “Why did she do that?” He sighed softly.
“I wanted to help.” Sydney replied sleepily.
Myles crossed his arms over his chest. “Well, perhaps save your help for those that will be thankful.” He smirked slightly and then glanced to Myra. “I think Jada will come around. She’s been a captive for 3 years. She’s just defending herself, that’s all.” He spoke before he sat on one of the barstools.
Sydney shifted slightly she yawned and her body shuddered from her movement. She winced from the pain that rushed through her from the use of her muscles. She hummed lightly for a moment. The same tune that Logan had used. “Myra...” Sydney tried to push herself up. It took her a moment but she managed it before she held a hand to her head. It felt as though an axe had struck it.
“Drink the elixir.” Myles spoke from where he sat. “It will help. I promise.”
Sydney gazed to him a moment before she took the drink. She stared to it before she lifted it to her lips and took a few sips. The pain began to subside almost immediately. “Thank you...” She breathed. She blinked a few times. “Myra...I’m sorry...I pushed so hard...” She apologized. “I...I just wanted to help...” She winced slightly from the pain and then she took another drink.
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Post by Nyte on Jul 18, 2022 22:09:21 GMT -5
Maybe if Myra hadn't already been so tired.. so drained already she might have stood a fighting chance against the charm Jada weaved. However when Jada began to talk down about Logan Myra's senses quickly returned. Charms were effective, but only if you avoided topics and situations the target would feel indifferent or positively passionate about. Hitting on a nerve or putting them in danger would always make the charm far less effective or completely cancel it out. "For a highborn you have shit manners." Myra commented under her breath.
Then when Jada reached to stroke Myra's cheek she swatted her hand away and gave a hard look. She wasn't a fan of being touched by strangers much less in such an informal way. She felt the pull, the allure Jada created around her once more, but the charm barely calmed her irritation. "There is a bathroom through that door. Other than that do not leave this room until someone comes and gets you." Myra instructed her as Myles handed Jada the blankets then escorted her out of the room.
Once they were out of earshot Myra practically growled her next words. "Maybe we should have let her bleed out on that couch." Not only did Jada insult Logan but she also insulted Myra and her shop. "I'll show her what these fake elixirs and trinkets can do to a Fae who is rude as all hell." She threatened and glanced towards a rather nasty rod that had a very adverse affect on the Fae. It was made of Iron and would make any Fae regret their life's decisions.
Upstairs, after joining Logan and Sydney who were practically cuddling on the couch, Myra seemed to be in an even worse mood now and dark circles were forming underneath her eyes.
"Fire isn't my thing and I didn't know what else to do when she was shivering." Logan stated to Myles, defending his actions, but the smile on his lips told the demon he didn't dislike his current situation.
"You don't need to apologize." Myra assured Sydney as she sat in an arm chair across from her and Logan. "I just wish that bitch was.. well less of a bitch. First time I opt to help someone by brining them back here and they're a complete asshole." She complained. "Self defense or not, Myles, she doesn't have to be so damn insulting."
"What did she say?" Logan asked, curious.
Myra was quiet, not wanting to answer Logan immediately as she was afraid of his reaction. Especially when it came to what she had said about his blood being muddled. "She thinks because daddy's got a little power that she's above others. Even though she just got out of a three year capture." Myra wrinkled her nose and took the drink Myles offered her. "I'm locking down the shop once I drink this. That brat isn't going anywhere." She grumbled and brought the cup to her lips.
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Post by Blindside Tex on Jul 18, 2022 23:14:39 GMT -5
The Fae’s evergreen hues focused in on Myra, a playful smile upon her lips. “Perhaps I lost my manners in the past three years of being tortured and bled by those no good stray dogs.” She spoke and then chuckled lightly. “You’ll have to forgive me. I’m not used to speaking to civilized witches and demons.” She held a wry smile upon her lips now. The entertainment of the situation seemed to be waining. Her eyes lulled to Myles whom merely rolled his eyes. When Myra swatted Jada’s hand away she merely smiled. Unaffected by the disapproval that Myra showed.
She glanced to the door as Myra explained where the bathroom was and then she gazed back to the woman. “Yes, of course.” She replied and bowed with a cheeky grin upon her lips.
Myles glanced to Myra as he walked her from the room. “That may have been easier. But you did the right thing. As annoying as the right thing can me. She is a Fae after all...and apparently a highborn...so we drew the lucky straw it seems.” He smirked to her slightly. His dark hues looked to the iron rod that Myra’s eyes tracked to. He cleared his throat slightly. “You need rest. You’ll think more clearly in the morning. Jada won’t be as agitating in the morning either.” He ushered her up the stairs with a hand in the center of her lower back. “If she is, I’ll handle her. I’m the one that asked you to help her.”
Once upstairs Myles shot Logan a glare to his response, clearly disapproving of the situation. “Uh huh.” He’d replied, unamused. He knew very well how Logan operated. Sydney was a beautiful young woman, and she was a damsel in need of saving in that moment. Logan had swooped in to save the day and Sydney didn’t know any better than to accept his help.
Sydney sipped on the elixir, her eyes were heavy. Her body shivered as she wrapped the blanket about her shoulders. She pulled her knees to her chest as she gazed to her sister. She listened quietly as Logan and Myra conversed. “Three years?” Sydney spoke, her brows raised. “That’s a terribly long time...” Her eyes glanced to Logan and then back to her sister. She bit at her lip slightly and she drummed her fingertips upon her leg. She reached and downed the rest of her elixir. The calm that it brought her caused her expression to soften. Her headache was still there – but it wasn’t nearly as splitting.
“I will help you, Myra...you’re exhausted. Logan and I are perfectly capable of handling a little Fae.” Myles spoke with a chuckle. “You need to rest.”
Sydney was floating on cloud 9 by this point. To drink the elixir so quickly. It hit her hard. She had a soft smile upon her lips, her eyes curious. “Are Fae...normally like her?” She questioned, her voice soft. But she didn’t stutter, she didn’t drum her fingers or bite at her lip. She glanced to Myles whom nodded. But her ocean hues settled back in on her sister. She wanted Myra’s answer. Not a demon’s answer. “Maybe she’s just scared, Myra.” She offered, her brows tugged together slightly.
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Post by Nyte on Jul 21, 2022 12:40:02 GMT -5
Logan sat still for the most part, one of his hands resting on his own thigh and the other resting along the back of the couch. He listened to the banter between the three of them about the Fae downstairs. He got the sense that there was something else besides minor annoyance that bothered Myra, but couldn't place his finger on it. It was like the air around her was volatile and the slights of sparks would set her off. A dangerous place to be when you had as much power as Myra did. Even as tired as she was she still had more strength than a lot of witches did in their every day lives.
However when Sydney asked if other Fae were like Jada as well he looked down at her with an almost hurt expression. "I'm nothing like that!" He stated defensively.
His reaction got a smirk out of Myra and she finally began to relax as Myles's elixir did it's work. "You have your moments, Logan." Myra replied then gave a soft sigh. "No, in my experience they're not quite so.. forward. Talking with highborn fae is like dancing and if you miss step then it can have dire consequences. She's almost outright aggressive. Fear wouldn't account for her behavior entirely. Fae tend to bargain when they're cornered, not give insults to their captors."
Logan nodded. "That's true I'm afraid. We're so long lived we'll bargain with almost anything for our freedom." He admitted.
Getting up from her seat Myra made her way over the book case and slide a set of books off to the side. Behind it was a small hidden cubby with a dial made of what looked like gold. When she turned it so that the arrow on the dial faced down there was a shift in the air around them as the entire building became magically sealed. It had taken Myra a couple of years to successfully tap into the layline energy around them to create the barrier, but it was her best defense system. "There, let's see what she thinks of that *trinket*." Myra muttered and moved the books back in front of the dial once more.
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Post by Blindside Tex on Jul 21, 2022 13:08:22 GMT -5
Sydney turned her hues to look to Logan, she laughed lightly. “I wasn’t speaking of you. I was speaking of other Fae.” She spoke and raised a brow. She was quite relaxed from the elixir. Her nervous ticks had all but disappeared. She relaxed against the couch as she gazed to her sister for the answer. Myles chuckled lightly as he looked to Logan. It was priceless to see the Fae frustrated by the young witch. Sydney fiddled slightly with her empty glass, the droplets of elixir that were left slid around the bottom as she tilted it from side to side within her hands. Looked back and forth between Myra and Logan as they carried on.
When her sister walked over to the bookcase Sydney watched her with careful anticipation. She stood and walked over behind Myra to peer to the golden dial. As soon as she turned it she could feel the barrier around the home. The energy changed. It was like seeing a cool blue light within the air. She grinned and gazed to her sister. “How long did it take you to make that?” She questioned.
Myles smirked to the personality change in Sydney from the elixir. “It took her a few years.” He spoke, “But it works wonders.” He crossed his arms over his chest. “Are you trying to piss her off, Myra?” He questioned with a raised brow. “She’s already hateful enough.” He commented with a chuckle.
Sydney moved and sat back on the couch she glanced to Logan and then to Myles and finally her hues settled upon her sister once again. “Did you create the barrier because of the jobs that you do?” She asked curiously.
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Jada had climbed into the shower. Hot steaming water ran over her blood tinged skin. She gazed down to the water that ran an orange color from her body. She let out a breath that shuddered slightly as she thought back to the time that she’d spent. Tortured. Bled. She was kept sedated for most of it. Three years. She grit her teeth slightly and shook her head. As she shut the water off and climbed from the shower she wrapped a towel about her hair and another around her body. Jada looked to her tattered clothing and pressed her lips together.
She moved about the room and found an old box of clothing. She pulled on a pair of jeans and an old rock band t-shirt. She pulled her hair up into a messy bun and sat on the couch. Her eyes gazed about the room. It was packed with different trickets and books. Herbs that would be used for healing or other purposes of spells. She stood and walked over to the desk where she brushed a bit of dust off of an old photograph. It was of Myra and Sydney when they were children, a week or so before Sydney was sent away.
It was then that the barrier was activated upon the shop. Her blood ran cold as she felt the magic settle in around the building. Jada’s evergreen hues lifted and she pressed her lips together. “You’re not a captive.” She spoke to herself in an annoyed tone. “But don’t leave the room unless someone comes and gets you.” She scoffed as she set the picture down. “And don’t touch anything.” She stared to the door to the room.
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Myles clicked his tongue as he glanced toward the door to the stairs. “I don’t think you’ve made her very happy, Myra.” He spoke and then looked to her. “Are you trying to get our faces melted off like the lycan?” He questioned.
Sydney furrowed her brows slightly a moment before she covered her mouth as she yawned. She could feel the exhaustion setting in. “Is she dangerous?” She asked after a long moment of silence. She tapped her leg slightly, nervous. Myles frowned and a sigh came from his lips - perhaps she needed a stronger elixir to keep her nervous ticks at bay. But he didn't want to overdo it, he knew Myra would have his head if he drugged her sister to heavily.
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Post by Nyte on Jul 21, 2022 14:34:24 GMT -5
"There's a couple of reasons I made the barrier. The jobs are but a part of it." Myra explained before Myles expressed his displeasure with the barrier then Myra sighed. "Myles, we have a hostile Fae in my home who is attempting to charm me, probably a whole pack of lycans looking for us, and I've already expended a lot of energy today. I'm not leaving us unprotected. My hope is to have her gone and on the way home tomorrow." She looked back towards Sydney. "Yes, she could very well be very dangerous. I'm sorry you came back to a home that's probably not as relaxing as you thought it would be. Unfortunately I cannot rely on Jada's gratitude to prevent her from lashing out." She looked back towards Myles with a hard expression.
"I'm going to bed for now though. I'll leave the door unlocked if anyone needs anything." She mentioned and headed down the hall. Before she reached her room she looked towards the bathroom. "A shower first." She muttered, went in and shut the door behind her.
Logan sighed. "She's got a point. There's a lot of uncertainty and distrust. It's better to irritate our guest then leave everyone exposed." He offered Myles then looked down to Sydney. "Want me to carry you to your room so you can get some sleep? You've had a very full day yourself."
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