Private Post ⇒ recluserose, spellbent

[recluserose]

[It was another night in the town of Blackgale, with no moon in sight to set the dark sky aglow amid the blanket of stars. The lack of moonlight, however, was not stopping the local (and only) witch, Amelia Steinbeck, from doing a much needed patrol for this particular night. After all, when a demon from the darkest realm from who knows where comes to ones doorstep with the intention of murder, there's probably others lurking around.

That wasn't going to do, not at all.


Of course, she had to be at school soon for an early morning meeting... But hey, it's high school and she was always on time no matter what, thanks to magic. And thus, Amelia began to wander around in the streets, with a green flame flickering in one hand-- only visible to her, other magic users, and a magnet for more demons.

Come at her bros.]

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[spellbent]

[ He gives the hallway a glance- he's well acquainted with the idea of hammerspace- before moving to steady Amelia again, looping an arm around her shoulders ]

Oops indeed. What are you like when you've had six drinks?

[recluserose]

After six drinks, I'm marginally more pleasant.

[spellbent]

That's all well and good, but after six drinks, can you walk?

[recluserose]

[Shifting away from the arm around her shoulders so she can collapse onto the sofa with a hand on her head]

Barely. Not without tilting back and forth I believe.

[spellbent]

[ he shrugs, plopping onto the couch next to her ] You're tilting back and forth now.

[recluserose]

[Untying her hair looking a tad bit irate]

Not THAT badly.

[spellbent]

Sorry, sorry. I ramble when I drink, that's why I don't do it often.

[recluserose]

Really? Couldn't tell.

[spellbent]

It's not one of my finer qualities.

[recluserose]

Alcohol tends to do that.

Anyways, about that room. [Stands up a bit more slowly clasping her hands together as if making a thinking gesture]

[spellbent]

[ He stays where he is, watching her. She should really wear her hair down more often, but he's not even close to being inebriated enough to say that out loud ]

What about it?

[recluserose]

I'm trying to remember if I have an extra room already or are the ones I have filled up. I lost track over the years since I've collected a plethora of... Well, things.

[spellbent]

I can sleep on the couch. It doesn't bother me.

[recluserose]

No, no, none of that. You're a guest.

[She disappears into the hallway for a few minutes and then comes back a while later]

I found one. It hasn't been used for a while, but I cleaned it up so it should be fine.

[spellbent]

Just how many rooms do you have in here?

[recluserose]

The number fluctuates since I add and subtract, but surprisingly less than you think.

Here, I'll show you to yours.

[spellbent]

[ He gets to his feet, and motions for her to lead the way. It seems he's been following her around a lot since he got here ]

[recluserose]

[As they go down the hallway, there seems to be about perhaps ten rooms in total-- maybe. There is one particular room she's passing by where the door is slightly ajar and there's an odd glow emitting from it. There's a spherical object in there, something like glass that has something inside of it, vaguely shaped like some sort of flower...

Anyways. A few doors down later she opens up a room that has a dark red door to reveal a very well furnished room that has it's own fireplace, a queen-sized bed, and a bathroom with a shower and bathtub.

Never let it be said that Amelia isn't accommodating.]

[spellbent]

[ The flower does catch his eye, but he pauses only for a moment. It wouldn't do for him to go snooping.

He takes a look around the room and lets out a low whistle ]

Damn, Amelia. This is nice.

[recluserose]

I should hope so. Better than the couch at any rate.

[spellbent]

[ he actually smiles at her ] Thank you.

[recluserose]

... You're welcome. [Looking... sheepish. A bit flushed. It's just the alcohol, it's just the alcohol, it's just the alcohol]

[spellbent]

[ Part of him really wants to kiss her right now, but he can't tell if she'd get mad at him for that or not.

He settles for brushing a strand of her hair back behind her ear, mostly to gauge her reaction ]

[recluserose]

[She freezes up ever so slightly and suddenly she doesn't dare look him in the face. There's silence on her end until she speaks up carefully, sounding composed even if she barely looks it]

I'll let you go to sleep then.

[spellbent]

... [ he nods, withdrawing his hand. He doesn't dare push things, for fear of losing her as an ally ]

Good night, Amelia.