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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[recluserose]

Alright. Ask it if you wish.

[spellbent]

Is this a date?

[recluserose]

[Makes a choking noise]

[spellbent]

... Should I not have asked?

[recluserose]

That came out of nowhere and that's... A little sudden, don't you think!?

[spellbent]

A little sudden compared to what?

[recluserose]

[Hates, hates, HATES being put in a compromising position]

Oh, forget it.

As for your question it never occurred to me.

[spellbent]

Not even after the way the cats were talking?

[recluserose]

If you couldn't tell, I usually don't take them seriously.

[spellbent]

I guess not.

[recluserose]

... Although I suppose from an outside perspective, this would... Look like one.

[SHE SUDDENLY FEELS AWKWARD great surprise.]

[spellbent]

The real question isn't about what it looks like, but rather what you want it to be.

[recluserose]

[What she wants? That's a little unexpected]

I thought this was just going out with an acquaintance whom I haven't seen in ten years. Calling it, much less, wanting it to be a date would be too early.

[spellbent]

Fair enough.

[recluserose]

But I like you. I like a lot of people, but you just happen to be one of them.

[spellbent]

I'll take whatever I can get. Not many people like me.

[recluserose]

[She decides not to remark on that]

Do you have anyone you consider an actual friend?

[spellbent]

[ he has to stop and think about that ]

... No. I don't.

[recluserose]

Can't afford it?

[spellbent]

For the most part.

[recluserose]

You know, no matter how annoyed you can get with friendship, it's something worth having.

I mean, look at me and the cats. They can be irritating, but I honestly like them.

[spellbent]

[ That's not it at all, but it's sweet that she's trying. ]

I suppose I'm fortunate to have found you, then.

[recluserose]

Of all the witches and wizards in this world, it just happened to be me.

[Their food and wine comes and she's about to reach for the bottle and stops]

... I think I'll have some water instead.

[spellbent]

Going to make me drink alone tonight?

[ he's teasing, of course, and pours himself a glass ]

[recluserose]

I need to try to exercise some control. Do you want me tilting back and forth again?