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liminalchaos​:

Gentlemen sorcerers, even evil ones, weren’t supposed to be rude. It wasn’t  proper, then to cuss out an old bird, even one who’d marched right into his motel room without as much as a knock after a particularly, er, attention-getting disaster. Instead, he fixed her with the most withering look of scorn and distaste he could muster with an ice pack to his face and while trying to carefully disinfect his cut-up knee. Needed something to accelerate the healing process further, this wasn’t good enough for the amount of damage that tended to get done to him.

“I’d say a trickster’s a trickster, madam—did the job, didn’t it? My own fault I didn’t miss the backlash.” There was something of Ripper in the cast of her face and her sharp eyes— or maybe not, maybe he was just seeing Ripper bloody well everywhere again. “I don’t need a lecture on it.”

Edna wasn’t stupid. She knew that the relationship between this man and her grandson wasn’t exactly platonic. But honestly she failed to see the attraction. Wouldn’t the aura he was putting out, like an oil slick, be a turn-off? There was no accounting for taste. The minute she’d heard that this man had been stirring up trouble and that Rupert had been on the team sent to dispatch him...well she’d acted a little irrationally.

Her eyes roved over the small motel. Dirty carpet, minuscule kitchen, unmade bed, and a wounded man sitting on the ground. If this were Rupert or any other young watcher she would help clean him up or at least explain what they had done wrong. No such compulsion here. “No. Not a lecture.” She said firmly. “A warning. You will leave town. And you will not pull these...attention getting stunts again.”

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Angel & Faith #17: Death and Consequences, part two (2012)

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Almost no one was here at this time during the day. Edna preferred it that way. When she was a young watcher it was about all the sniping and infighting to get to the top. When she got to her position at the top, it was about trying to knock her down again. And now that she was closer to retirement it was about getting to the top through her. The whole thing was exhausting and she didn’t have time for it.

There was a certain volume on cursed temples in the Sumatra that she knew was on the other side of the library when she saw a young boy sitting at one of the tables surrounded by books. There was something familiar.

“What are you doing here so late?”

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          “Pyrola minor…” Wesley whispers under his breath, a fingertip lightly pressed under the formal term of the plant within musty pages. ‘Cooling properties, applied topically on wounds, a natural antiseptic, ingested for ulcers in the kidney & bladder’ - the boy jots down the attributes within a neatly drawn ruled table, leaning in with pursed lips to softly blow at blue ink before a yellow highlighter is lightly dragged across a few keywords. He has far too many bound volumes around him at his corner of the elongated table despite being given a specific text to search for on the topic of medicinal herbs, always eager to try a little harder ( it’s expected of him by now ).

                    Bespectacled eyes lift in thought and inadvertently make contact with one of the attendants in the library who he heard others refer to as O'Flaherty - a man who was beginning to grow a little weary each time the lad would quietly approach with a question regarding another book’s whereabouts. And yet Wesley silently envied him for being able to spend all his time with such old tomes, caring for and archiving ( being their protector ).

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Lets get my feet wet again. Like for a starter from the inimitable Edna Giles!

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“What exactly are you implying.” 

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“A fish rots from the head down”

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“Chin chin.” Edna raised her glass. 

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@wickedlehane When Faith becomes the new owner of your ancestral home...

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undeadunalive​:

Despite the many decades that separated his last encounter with the stubborn and intrepid vampire hunter by the name of Geoffrey McCullum, there were times when the mulish mortal did spring to the old creature’s mind. Being stood at the door of someone so closely entangled with those who adamantly sought his own kind’s annihilation, amongst other things, being just once instance. How the man would surely stew with fury at the mere thought of it, someone daring to show the nocturnal beast the compassion he still strived to offer others. How could such a thought not lightly amuse him, in some way? Even if a small dash of it was partly out of jovial spite?

“Thank you, madam.” The old Ekon greeted in his usual warm and infinitely polite manner, even offering a small antiquated nod of his head in silent but genuine appreciation. “It’s very kind of you, you know. Inviting me into your home, that is… given the circumstances.”

It was truly astounding. Edna had known the vampire since before her marriage in her twenties. Now here she was a widowed pensioner and he looked just the same. Edna took a second to mourn her dark blonde hair and the knobby knees she’d hated.

Waving the words off she stepped around him to close the door. “Nonsense, I’ve known you for...over 50 years. There’s no need for such formality.” It also went without saying that the flat was covered in magic traps and weapons that Edna was still more than proficient in. You could remove the lady from the council but a Watcher was always a Watcher. “I’ve just put the kettle on. Go sit.”

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   If you want to be selfish about it, a lifetime of good works may be the one way to save yourself from that fate. The only path to redemption.    And if you genuinely want to atone for what you’ve done, it’s your duty. Much as you despise the word. You feel you’ve done wrong? Then stop crying about it… and start making amends.

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She’d let the staff have the day off, not that there was much staff in her London townhouse besides a cook and Elsie. Not that there was much for the two of them to do, since it was just her these days. But for this, she wanted to be alone. It was the first time she’d be entertaining him here, after her husband had died she’d stayed with her son until she remembered that while you can love your children they can drive you absolutely insane. She’d purchased a small flat in Kensington and that was that. 

Making sure the kettle was warming in the kitchen and the curtains were drawn in the sitting room, Edna walked to the front door and opened it for her guest.  “Dr. Reid, please do come in.” 

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She wasn’t going to use the bloody cane for this. Nothing took away a position of power than appearing like a frail old woman. Edna would admit to being old, but never in her life would she be frail. Her contacts told her the man would be here licking his wounds. Pushing the motel room door open Edna looked down at the worse for wear Ethan Rayne. The man she had assumed was removed from her grandson’s life when he rejoined the Council. But that was precisely why there was a saying about assuming.

“Kylun The Trickster is notoriously unreliable, wouldn’t you say?” She asked amiably.

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Edna rolled her lips and looked down at the young man in the bed. Magic overdose gone wrong, she’d seen it happen enough. He’d been picked up on the east end and brought here rather than a hospital. Her son was champing at the proverbial bit to go in and “set the boy straight” but they all knew how well that went. As of right now he was under observation and “sleeping it off”. Allowing his body to recover from the vast amount of magicks, and the drugs, he was putting into it.

Edna sat in the straight back chair she’d been provided and steepled her fingers. “I don’t believe those who were picked up in an alleyway get to make demands.” She said tersely.

Edna wrinkled her nose in disgust as she looked at her grandson. “I will most certainly not call you Ripper.” What a ridiculous name.

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Ripper blinked once, twice, then three times for effect. The Herculean effort it seemed to take him to do such a simple task was not a reassuring sight. “That’s—that’s a shame,” he slurred, the edges of his words bleeding into the other. “I called you Gran like you wished.” Well, he’d only ever known her as Gran for about the first four-five years of his life.

The young man gingerly rolled to his side on the bed they’d put them in. After—after... He needed to recover, they said. The hallucinations had only grown sharper by the hours, taking the shapes and faces of the people he knew. He was too hot and too cold at the same time. Mumbling into the pillow, he said, “Leave me alone.”

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