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]

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.

[eversomuchfun]

Tea begins quietly retreating down the hall, away from the corner around which the library may be found.

[imeanforever]

Promise follows him. She's not exactly an owl but wingbeats are softer than her footsteps even if she doesn't fall.

[summa_iniuria]

"No, we're still on the same case," the mortal is saying to an inaudible interlocutor as she approaches their corner. "I know, I know, I just happen to find nonconsensual body-swapping very offensive. I'll try not to make a habit of it."

[imeanforever]

Promise starts trying to guess enough at the drunk harmonics of the building, or compensate for them well enough with other information, that she can turn herself and Tea invisible.

[summa_iniuria]

She rounds the corner, raises her eyebrows at Promise and Tea, and says into some mortal artifact, "Hold that thought."

Then she lowers her artifact and addresses Promise and Tea: "Is there some totally innocuous reason why a vampire and a... fairy?... are breaking into Sunnydale High shortly after sundown?"

[eversomuchfun]

"Of course," Tea assures her confidently.

[imeanforever]

Sigh.

[summa_iniuria]

"I'm all ears."

[eversomuchfun]

"My companion has research projects of her own, and I'm after the Gem of Amara," Tea explains.

[summa_iniuria]

"This qualifies as innocuous?"

[eversomuchfun]

"Sure it does. I'm a nice vampire."

[summa_iniuria]

"Thrill me with your incontrovertible evidence," she says dryly.

[imeanforever]

"He's been perfectly nice to me so far," Promise says. "Given every opportunity to be otherwise."

[summa_iniuria]

"Yes, what is your side of this no doubt fascinating story?"

[imeanforever]

"I'm a fairy, you guessed right. Is this your building?"

[summa_iniuria]

"It's not literally mine, but I have semi-official permission to be here right now, which is more than I can say for either of you."

[eversomuchfun]

"I'd apologize, but I'm not actually sorry," says Tea. "But perhaps I should introduce myself. Sherlock Holmes, at your service." He gives a little bow.

[summa_iniuria]

[imeanforever]

"Mortals," mutters Promise. "I'm Promise, and in the interest of good faith I advise you not to give your real name."