blood sweat tear

[imeanforever]

He's moving her to a different court to see if it'll improve her attitude. She's allowed to fly. It's been a long, long time since she was allowed to -

She is only allowed to fly to her destination, not anywhere else. She notices that she is not where she should be, that she cannot progress to where she was told to go, and she careens out of control when her wings won't flap anymore, and she crashes.

---

with Miles (kappa)

with Minus (kappa)

Comments

[imeanforever]

"So it did. And now I'm trying to keep you out."

[eversomuchfun]

He tries again. Tree! Crypt.

"Giving permission worked tree-fashion, but revoking it worked vampire-fashion, which is to say not at all since you didn't nail any crosses to anything. Well, that's an interesting interaction."

[imeanforever]

"Nailing crosses to a home revokes permission?"

[eversomuchfun]

"It's a substep of one of the rituals, I believe."

[imeanforever]

"I see. Well, now you can get into my old tree..." She shuts the gate. "If I leave the door open."

[eversomuchfun]

Shrug.

[imeanforever]

"I've set the new gate to the new continent now just on top of the one to the tree."

[eversomuchfun]

"And now we wait for it to settle, I suppose."

[imeanforever]

"Yeah. Do you want to go to the library again?"

[eversomuchfun]

"Sounds like fun."

[imeanforever]

"...After some food."

[eversomuchfun]

"Sure."

Plants and plant derivatives?

[imeanforever]

Nom.

Library!

[eversomuchfun]

Library indeed.



Except that as they approach the library room in the school building, he stops suddenly in the darkened hallway.

[imeanforever]

"What?"

[eversomuchfun]

"Someone there," he says, quietly. (There is a tiny bit more light coming around the corner than there should be.) "H'sh." And he steps closer to listen.

[imeanforever]

Promise hushes. She lands.

[jellyinthemix]

A voice drifts around the corner:

"...sure there are any number of better ways you could be spending a Friday night." Pause. "Patrolling, for example."

[summa_iniuria]

"Yes, well, I'm personally offended by Catherine Madison's decision to steal her daughter's body, so here we are. I will patrol when I'm satisfied we have a workable countercurse."

[imeanforever]

Promise doesn't have enough to go on about the identity of Catherine Madison to know if that's a real name or not, but still. Mortals.

[jellyinthemix]

"I could take care of that part myself, you know."

[summa_iniuria]

"And so could my aunt if we kidnapped them both and imprisoned them in my house to cast spells on them, but I want subtle, Giles, give me subtle. I want her out of her kid's head and ideally into a state incapable of casting spells before she has a chance to notice something is wrong."

[imeanforever]

Promise looks at Sherlock. ...Tea. It is good practice to begin thinking of him as Tea.

[eversomuchfun]

Tea looks fascinated by this exchange.

[summa_iniuria]

Something plays a short burst of music.

"Hi. No. Just a sec."

A library door swings open.