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Head Cannon: Scent of a man
A/N: This was running in my brain when I borrowed my hubby's deodorant this morning and thought of the Pedro characters I like. I imagined as to what scents would be on a shirt that is borrowed from them. I made some up based on the clothes in the screen shots I saw. If i forgot any, it's only because I was distracted by my hubby. ;-) Please feel free to add to this long list and what you think they would smell like!
Pedro: sunshine, Old Spice deodorant (10 essentials video), mint gum, coffee
Joel: sawdust, sweat (in a good way), pine, juniper (all the nice woodsy smells)
Javi P: Brut aftershave, cigarette smoke, tequila
Javi G: coconut, pool water, champagne
Marcus P: red wine, old books, tea
Dieter: patchouli, marijuana, sage, nicotine gum
Marcus M: cinnamon, vanilla, bread, jalapeno
Marcus A: sweat (in a good way), dirt, blood
Frankie: motor oil, mint, bubble gum
Max P: dirt, blood
Max L: Calvin Klein Obsession For Men
Pero: dirt, sweat (in a good way), gunpowder
Dave: Ivory soap, Afta aftershave
Lucien: cedarwood, mint
Ezra: lavender, eucalyptus
Whiskey: whiskey (obviously), hay, leather oil
Veracruz: sweat (in a good way), dirt
Oberyn: sand, citrus, salt water
Silva: hay, sweat (in a good way), red wine
#pedro pascal#joel miller#javier gutierrez#javier pena#max lord#marcus pike#oberyn martell#marcus moreno#silva#frankie morales#dieter bravo#din djarin#max phillips#ezra prospect#agent whiskey#comadante veracruz#dave york#lucien flores#pero tovar#marcus acacius
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So proud of you!!!! The chowder looks perfect <3 it's okay to need help with stuff sometimes
Thanks pally!!!!! it sure is alrite ta need help, but I wanted ta do it on my own!!! It's my ma's recipe afta all, I shoulda had it in da bag! But, I didn't :( I wanted to impress Miss P with my own cooking skillz
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"STS-29 Tracking and Data Relay Satellite (TDRS)/ IUS deployment from Discovery, OV-103, payload bay.
Onboard view shows Space Shuttle Discovery's payload bay with tracking and data relay satellite D (TDRS-D) in stowed, pre-deployment position. In this head-on view, TDRS-D stowed components including single access #1 and #2, solar cell panels, SGL, S-Band omni antenna, and C-Band antenna are visible. TDRS-D rests in airborne support equipment (ASE) forward cradle and aft frame tilt actuator (AFTA). Discovery's aft bulkhead and orbital maneuvering system (OMS) pods are visible in the background.
Crewmembers were Astronauts Michael L. Coats, John E. Blaha, James F. Buchli, Robert C. Springer and James P. Bagian."
Date: March 13, 1989
NASA ID: STS029-71-000AE, STS029-71-026, STS029-78-019
#STS-29#Space Shuttle#Space Shuttle Discovery#Discovery#OV-103#Orbiter#NASA#Space Shuttle Program#space#satellite#March#1989#my post
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thank you for the tag @loukoumia 💕
Rules : pick a song for each letter of your url and tag that many people (or don't, it's up to you) - don't repeat same artists!
oh boy here we go
P• Politics of Lonely - Isabel Pless
O• Ola Afta Pou Den Tha Ginoun Pote- Maria Latsinou and Mokita
I• I, Carrion- Hozier
G• Garden Song- Phoebe Bridgers
N• Never Love An Anchor - The Crane Wives
A• Am I Dreaming - Lil Nas X
R• Reaper Man- Mother Mother
D• Dancing After Death - Matt Maeson
E• Eagle Song - The Staves
P• Persephone- Tamino
A• All I Wanted- Paramore
R• Relay - Fiona Apple
L• L'assasymphonie - Mozart Opera Rock (had to put it bc it's literally my url)
E• Eat You Alive- The Oh Hellos
B• Battle Cries - The Amazing Devil
E• Easy On Me- Adele
A• A Burning Hill- Mitski
U• Up To The Wolves - The Mountain Goats
tagging @alalumin @darkside-cookies @sugaroto @amaliatheartist and whoever wants to do it!
#this took me longer than i want to admit bc i can feel my brain leaking out of my ears <3#but it was fun!#thank you for the tag!!#tagged
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I could hear this version of #Burn playing in the studio from the street last night before Afta Shock rehearsals and I had to ask the instructor of the class before our rehearsal time for who sang it. I’m now obsessed! #TheEndorphins #Usher #nowlisteningto #nowplaying #newtunes #music #lategram #saturday #weekend https://www.instagram.com/p/CmTMQt0u26x/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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OMG! Skeng Secret Leak Out By Sir P? Sizzla Clapback Afta Foota Hype Expose This! Mavado | Nik Valor
OMG! Skeng Secret Leak Out By Sir P? Sizzla Clapback Afta Foota Hype Expose This! Mavado | Nik Valor https://www.dancehallflex.com/?p=23814
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To pio akraio p exeis kanei se sex?
Ta exw ksana apanthsei afta, mh me Kanete na variemai
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ʚ(´꒳`)ɞ - Compliment my muse - E-M-P-Error (Val or Vox!)
"But of course~ afta all, gotta keep ya interested, don't I~" he purrs. Compliments often came with the gig, so he often took them with a grain of salt and the well rehearsed role of flirtation and seduction...
However the lines he delivered were the same for Vox as any other John...
Vox had a stronger effect on him when he gave them. Even if Angel used the same lines, same role, his response was much different when he received them from Vox... Something about when the TV lord said it... hit different. The spider would even fluster, or fluff up for him...and this time was no different. He was good at keeping his cool in his role...but he still had a hot magenta fluster on his cheeks, and the smile he gave here...was definitely not the same one he'd give just another John. This one...was much more genuine.
@e-m-p-error (Vox)
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pior q eu só comi ovo de colher uma vez, primeira vez q vou fazer (te dizer q tô perdidinha no pagode, mas seguimos). se tudo der errado, eu como.
puts pior q eu vou colocar aparelho logo logo, quero nem pensar. espero q tu esteja bem 💕 (calma calma que cor tu escolheu pras borrachinhas?)
eu tô boa eu. só fiquei em casa esperando entrega de encomenda e fazendo maratona de fanfic hehe eu tô viciada em wrestling mas é difícil achar fic de qualidade sobre o assunto, viu? q tistreza.
por hoje eu me vou, até mais, meu bem 🫂 boa noitinha pra ti, bons estudos, bom descanso, e boa quinta 💖
- 🌸 anon
uma coisa q eu vo fala eh que o aparelho eh bem ruinzinho, eh literalmente um metal dentro da sua boca, mas enfim, primeira semana vai ser horrível, nao da pra comer direito, vai machucar por dentro, vai fazer afta e vai fode c a sua boca, mas depois q vc acostumar, ai vai ficar bem tranquilinho, são os meus avisos pra qualquer um que precise usar aparelho dksjxks
eu escolhi uma borrachinha q eh um rosinha bem clarinho q de longe parece branco (meus amgs ficaram falando q era branco, mas dps q eles viram d perto q eles viram q era rosinha claro dksjskks)
hmmm coisa boa, amo ficar livre pra maratonar fics mas eh de vez em nunca q isso acontece 😓 (qq eh wrestling? 😭😭)
boa noite meu amorzito, bom descanso pra ti ❤️🩹, boa quinta p vc tb, um beijao 🫂🫶🏻
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The Non Official by Dj P. Released 2004 Free Mixtape
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The Thursday Karaoke at Boneheadz staff welcomes you to it's fun times super safety party party party thirsty Thursday Karaoke celebration!!! Succumb sang & drank widduzz afta tha game!!! 10p - 2a $3.00 Dos XX, $4.00 Vegas Bombs & Purple Geckos!🎤🥳🎉🎶🍻🤪🤡🔥💥🚒 (at Boneheadz) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cnn99pWM_JG/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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I put another Yugioh abridged into the ebonics translator after being inspired by the first
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Yugioh abridged ebonics translated script episode 3
Yo YAMI: ah'm not actually in dis here episode... has anyone seen muh motha fuckin agent?
On top o' da skoo, dusk
YUGI (thinkin`): Well, gramps's uh drooling green. an' now, thanks ta Pegasus, he's lost his soul too. ah've just gotta save him. But first, ah should prob'ly figure out how ta git down from here. yo? uh little he`p here? Anybody?
Joey's room
JOEY: werd up, it's another video! ah wonder if Pegasus wants muh motha fuckin soul too?
He puts da video in da player
SERENITY (on da video): wut up big brudda?
JOEY: It's muh motha fuckin sister who sounds nothin' like me!
SERENITY: da doctors gots been so busy trying ta figure out why muh motha fuckin voice iz so high-pitched, dey've neglected ta treat muh motha fuckin eyesight! So ah'm going blind. Well, seeya later! ..or not..
JOEY: ah guess muh motha fuckin soul ain't pimp-tight enough fo' Pegasus.
At skoo da next day
YUGI: ah've decided ta accept Pegasus' invitation an' travel ta his private island where ah'll be completely at his mercy. It's uh shame rich megalomaniacs is immune from da law, otherwise we's could just page da po-po!
JOEY: Cash sho do do terrible things ta niggas. It's like da old sayin` goes: Money iz da root o' all-
TRISTAN: werd up peep! dis here tournament has uh prize o' three million bones!
JOEY: Cha-ching! Duelist Kingdom, here ah come!
Outside
YUGI: werd up Joey, remember da tyme we's became niggas?
JOEY: Yeah.
Flashback
YUGI: Give me back muh motha fuckin Millennium Puzzle you big dickweeds! Waaaah!
JOEY an' TRISTAN: we's be tormenting you!
End flashback
YUGI: Actually Joey, ah wuz jivin' 'boutthe part afta dat.
JOEY: awww.. awww yeah, now ah remember!
Flashback
YUGI: ah mean it pimpz, give it back!
JOEY an' TRISTAN: we's be still tormenting you!
End flashback
JOEY: nigga, pimp-tight times!
YUGI: nahh Joey, ah mean da tyme when ah saved you from dat bully!
JOEY: Huh.. nahh.. nahh, ah don' remember dat..
YUGI: But ah wuz all heroic an' sheeit!
JOEY: werd up, remember da tyme me an' Tristan took yo' Millennium Puzzle?
Flashback
YUGI: Waaaahahahaaah!
JOEY an' TRISTAN: Torment!
End flashback
YUGI: Remind me why we's be niggas ag'in?
At da boat fo' Duelist Kingdom
KEMO: Attention Duelists! muh motha fuckin fro iz telling you dat it's tyme fo' you ta board! Anyone caught without uh madness hairstyle will NOT be permitted ta enter da Duelist Kingdom!
JOEY: (Being held by guards) werd up! But muh motha fuckin fro's all blonde an' poofy!
GUARD: Sorry nigga, but it needs ta be at least twice da size o' yo' head fo' it ta count.
YUGI: He's wif me.
GUARD: Wow! yo' fro's madness enough fo' two niggas! Okay he can go.
JOEY: Thanks Yug. nigga, yo' fro really iz madness. What da heck's yo' secret?
YUGI: L'Oréal. cuz ah'm worf it.
TÉA: Come on, Tristan! Let's sneak on board like Solid Snake!
TRISTAN: don' our parents even care dat we's be missing?
MAI: iz dat uh Lightforce Sword in yo' pocket or is you just happy ta see me?
JOEY: Check it out, Yug. It's uh pair o' giant titties attached ta uh beotch.
MAI: da name's Mai Valentine. It's not uh very subtle pun, but then ag'in, nuttin' 'boutme iz very subtle.
JOEY: Boooobiiiiies.
MAI: ah'll crush you when we's git ta da island.
JOEY: Wif yo' boobies, right?
TRISTAN: wut wrong, Téa?
TÉA: ah need ta use da baf room, but da beotch who dubs me won't admit it.
TRISTAN: In another few hours da sun will rise!
TÉA: What da f*ck do dat mean?!
werds n shit appears on screen: (seriously, he actually says dat... wtf?)
TÉA: werd up, ain't dat Bakura?
TRISTAN: Bakura? da limey kid from skoo?
TÉA: wut he doin' here?
TRISTAN: Who cares? He's not even uh main character!
Rex's room on da boat
REX: Woah! Uh-huh-huh.. Come ta Raptor.
MAI: Tell you what, Rex, if ah win dis here duel, ah git ta use yo' room. But if you win, then ah'll give you uh kiss!
REX: tight. Then ah, like, won't be uh virgin anymo'.
On deck
WEEVIL: Heh-heh, werd up Yugi, heh-heh, like, give me yo' cards or somethin`. Heh-heh.
YUGI: Well, you clearly evil, but ah see nahh reason not ta trust you.
WEEVIL: Say peace out ta Exodia! (throws Exodia overboard) Heh-heh-heh-heh, yeah, heh-heh dat wuz tight, heh-heh-heh (leaves)
YUGI: Holy cow, ah never even seen dat coming!
JOEY: ah'll save 'em! (dives afta da cards)
da theme from Titanic plays
JOEY: mus'.. risk.. life.. fo' cards!
Yugi dives in afta him ta save him
rap stops
TRISTAN: (drops uh ladder down ta dem) werd up! git uh room you two!
Boat hallway
MAI: git out, loser! (Chucks Rex into da hall)
REX: Uh.. did ah just score?
On deck
TÉA: Sorry you almost drowned, pimpz.
TRISTAN: If it's any consolation, da sun will be up in uh few hours!
JOEY: nigga, ah can't believe ah didn't save yo' cards! Compared ta dis here, muh motha fuckin sister's imminent blindness seems like uh minor inconvenience!
YUGI: yo' sister? How come you never mentioned dat sub-plot 'bfoe?
JOEY: muh motha fuckin parents gots divorced uh long tyme ago, cuz ah tried teaching her how ta cruize.
Flashback
SERENITY: (in uh `64) Joey! Stop dis here madness thin`!
JOEY: Apply da handbrake, ya dum broad!
End flashback
TRISTAN (thinkin`): If she's going blind, ah might actually gots uh chance wif her!
Morning
YUGI: we's'll bof do our bomb, Joey! You fo' yo' sister, an' me fo' muh motha fuckin gramps.
TÉA: ah'm not even sho why ah bothered coming!
TRISTAN: werd up, peep! ah wuz right 'boutthe sun!
End
Stinger: Don' make me come ova there bitch...
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. . ⁉️Você sabia que os papais são ajudantes importantíssimos do 😷Odontopediatra para que as crianças cresçam com uma boa saúde bucal?. . 👍🏻O ideal é que a criança visite o consultório do Odontopediatra no mínimo duas a três vezes ao ano. . 👄🦷São nestas consultas que o dentista irá fazer todo o checkup da saúde bucal dos pequenos e tratamentos que se fizerem necessários. . 👪Porém, são nestes intervalos, entre uma consulta de retorno e outra, que os pais exercem um papel super importante e devem se mostrar atentos a qualquer alteração que exija tratamento antes do período estipulado pelo profissional. . 👀Mas afinal, o que deve ser observado? 1⃣Gengivas e tecidos moles: cuja cor deve ser rosada, com ausência de feridas, inchaço ou sangramentos. Estes, quando presentes podem ser indicativos de alterações como: gengivite, periodontite, fistulas, aftas e etc.. 2⃣Língua: a parte superior deve ser rugosa e rosada e a parte inferior mais avermelhada e bastante úmida por causa da saliva. ⚠Mordedura, restauração mal adaptada, aparelhos ortodônticos/ortopédicos, ingestão de líquidos muito quentes e doenças como anemia e câncer bucal podem alterar o aspecto natural. 3⃣Dentes: estar atento a cor e formato. 💦A limpeza é o principal ponto a ser observado. A presença de 🦠placa bacteriana (massinha que gruda nos dentes) pode favorecer o aparecimento de gengivite e lesão de cárie 👁. Observar também alterações no formato (desgastes e/ou fraturas) que podem estar associados à erosão dental, bulimia, refluxo gastroesofágico, bruxismo e traumatismos. . ✔Toda alteração precisa ser avaliada clinicamente por um Odontopediatra, nas consultas de retorno aproveite e tire suas dúvidas! . . #odontopediatriabrasil🇧🇷 (em Clínica Torres Tagawa) https://www.instagram.com/p/CmHKH8Nu2el/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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And from the Ashes || Leah, Luce, Morgan, Nell, & Rio
Timing: Late at Night May 26th, 2021
Location: A burnt out clearing in the Outskirts
Tagging: @phoenixleah, @divineluce, @mor-beck-more-problems, @nelllraiser, @3starsquinn, and featuring Bernard Burnie the Phoenix
Description: The time has come to try and save the phoenix.
Running a hand through her hair, Luce looked at the clearing that she’d led the others to. It was a wide-open space, already charred and covered in ash- she’d first spotted the burnt-out area when she and Adam had posted up in the burnt out shell of a building on Scorch Street. She’d ventured out here on her own a few days before, dragging as many branches she could manage into the center of the neat circle of blackened soil. They needed a pyre, a central place for the magic to be channeled, to catch the energy they poured into the spell. They. That assumed that she’d be able to do something, that she’d be able to… summon the flames.
Luce dropped the gas can she’d hauled into the woods with a heavy, sloshing thud. There were already a few cans lying at the edge of the clearing, a contingency plan courtesy of Adam. He’d been game to help with the setup, loaning her what equipment he had to help. Nell knew how to pick ‘em. Even if he was some kinda doomsday prepper. “Here we go. Rio, you���ve been looking at the wards, right?” She said, gesturing to the area around them. “I’m not sure how big we need to go… Would you know anything about the scope?” Luce asked, glancing over at Morgan with a tentative gaze. The scratches that ran along her body were still scabbed over and angry to the touch, even with the help of Nell’s poultices. “Nell, do you want to get started with the herbs? Leah should be out looking for the phoenix, hopefully we have some time before she radios us that they’re on the move.” Luce said as she unzipped her backpack and began to pull out the various ingredients the ritual required. A silver mortar and pestle, courtesy of Bea, the Bloodroot, the jar of corrupted resurrection dirt, another glass with the phoenix’s still smoldering ashes, and bundles upon bundles of sage and lavender. Pulling the last vial from her pocket, Luce stared at the small bottle of phoenix tears. This had to work. It had to work.
Leah Ramirez was not an improviser. Not by any means. For an event like the one they were attempting to go as smoothly as possible, it was incredibly important to plan out every detail down to the second, and then establish a plan B, C, D… all the way to ZZ in case things didn’t go as planned. It was admirable how determined Luce was to save this poor soul. Leah always knew she had a huge heart, but for whatever reason, she wasn’t always a big fan of showing it. This needed to go well- if not for the phoenix, for Luce. For her to know it was okay to openly care about something and to ask for help.
Her job was simple enough. Find the corrupted phoenix, entice him to chase her, run to the clearing, help with the ritual. It wasn’t hard to find him, either. He’d been leaving a path of destruction for weeks now, and she followed the path of ash and char that he left behind until she found an area that was still very much on fire. The flames didn’t scare Leah- they couldn’t hurt her. And she hoped if what she’d heard about corrupted phoenixes was true, he’d get frustrated at the lack of damage he was doing to her and chase after her. If not, there was always plan ZZ. But when she finally laid eyes on him, it felt like a punch to her gut. She’d seen plenty of phoenixes in their flame state before, but her family was always so careful to be controlled and calm in their flame presentation. They had the privilege of years of training, not to mention the ability to change back if it all became too much. The corrupted phoenix, on the other hand, was raging, stuck in an eternal flame state with no way of connecting with anyone or anything. Of course he was destroying the world- it was the only way he could get its attention. She radio’d the group from her safe distance, watching the phoenix to see if he’d noticed her. “Found him. Let me know when you’re ready.”
Orion had stayed up half the night drawing the runes that Luce had sent him. He wasn’t sure how much the group would need, so he figured he should do as many as he possibly could. He kept his bag full of them, weighing on his back as he followed the group to the clearing Luce had prepared. From the looks of it, Luce had been hard at work to get things ready for the spell. While the rest of the group was probably used to stuff like this, Rio hadn’t taken part in many spells. He was equal parts excited and nervous. Something like this was an entirely new experience to learn about. It was every scribe’s dream. On the other hand, Luce had already warned him how much energy this would take. This wasn’t going to be a simple spell, one thing gone wrong could screw everything up. Rio just wanted to make sure he wasn’t the cause of any mess ups.
Once they were together in the clearing, Rio dropped his back and pulled the stack of paper with the wards drawn on them. “Yeah, I’ve got a bunch. Just tell me what to do with them. I’ll follow everyone else’s lead. I think I’m the newbie here.”
Morgan double checked the notes she’d made on her phone. “Bigger might be safer,” she said. “Wider net, easier catch.” But not too big, or else the energy needed to power the space might increase to dangerous proportions. She came over to Rio and showed him the diagram she’d made. “If we give ourselves a twenty foot diameter, you should be able to put down the runes in intervals of two feet. Move clockwise and make sure they’re all oriented the right way, okay?”
That done she went over to Luce, who was looking a little uneasy. “Hey. This’ll work if you let it, okay? You can help him.”
Nell was tired. But that seemed to be the beginning of every thought she has of late. It was getting to the point of being exhausted from the constant state of emotional tiredness, which often left her feeling either drained, irritable, or both. As she bent over her densely packed sticks of herbs, she did her best to banish the sensation of lethargy seeping into her bones, shaking herself out of its grabby hands to gather the strength she’d need for the coming ceremony. If there was one thing that could spark her massive reservoirs of determination, it was a sister in need— and as Nell let her gaze wash over Luce, and all the physical as well as emotional cuts and scrapes it’d taken her to get here, it was obvious Luce was certainly in need.
She didn’t have fire like her sisters, so when she lit the herbs to cleanse and purify it was with the lighter from her pocket. Blowing softly over the end of it, she let the flame peter out until a steady trail of smoke was rising from the end of the bundle before handing it off to Rio. “Take this with you, too.” Did he have enough hands for it? MAybe he could stick it in his pocket or something. Or- “I can walk with you if you need it.” Then she was on to lighting the next stick of herbs, keeping this one for herself.
Rummaging around in her pockets, Luce pulled out the shitty little Zippo lighter she kept on her. She’d never had to actually use it, but now might be the time. If her flames didn’t come, she’d find a way to make sure that this worked. One way or another, she’d get fire to burn and to hopefully, hopefully put an end to this person’s nightmare. After all this time, the weeks of work trying to gather the ingredients she needed for the ritual, she hadn’t paused to think about how they must be feeling in the middle of all this. Were they still in there? Or were they lost to the fire, like she had been? The walkie talkie on her belt buzzed and she heard Leah’s staticky confirmation. “Sounds good. We need a bit more time, but I’ll give you the signal when we’re ready.”
“Bigger is better, I’ll take your word on that. Thanks for drawing those up, Rio.” Luce said, looking closely at the runes he’d drawn. Damn. For a Scribe who claimed like he didn’t know what he was doing, they looked damn good. Like, really fucking good. And Morgan knew what she was doing, she could guide him as they set the perimeter of the ritual site. Sucking in a deep breath, she cast Nell a tense grimace of a smile before staring at the silver mortar in front of her. The ingredients were all here. She just had to… tap into the magic. Flexing her hands, she unstoppered the bottles and began to mix them together “The corrupted earth with tears to mend,” She muttered quietly to herself, trying to reach for the magic that lived within her. Fear gripped at her heart as she tried to feel the connection and found… nothing.
Leah couldn’t have taken her eyes off the corrupted phoenix if she tried. The way he moved and raged through the forest, his path clear but his goal unsolidified, it fascinated her. She wanted to take it all in, write it down and warn family members about the dangers of changing their ways. She took another step forward toward him, and suddenly, he whipped around to stare at her, flames angry and dark. For a while, there seemed to be nothing else, just two phoenixes, born of very different circumstances, staring at each other and waiting for the other to make a move. Could he sense what she was? Was he confused by her lack of fear? She took another step forward, right into the charred remnants of a tree that were still on fire. We’re the same, she was trying to tell him. We can be the same. In her time observing him, this was the first time she’d seen the phoenix still. “We want to help you”, she said, quietly. Would he hear her? Could he understand? But as quickly as it had seemed to pause, his rage picked up again, and soon, he was barreling toward her. The radio secured at her shoulder buzzed, with Luce indicating they weren’t ready. Shit. As he ran toward her, she thought quickly, switching into her flame state.
Now they were really the same.
With the two phoenixes both engulfed by their flames, there was no solid body for the corrupted one to ram into, no destruction he could cause. He whipped around again to look at her, and for another moment, as if there were a second of clarity. But again, it didn’t last. Leah switched back, and began running toward where the phoenix had come from, into the fiery destruction he’d been wallowing in. “We want to help you” she cried as she heard him begin to run after her.
Morgan watched Nell and Rio get to work laying the circle and burning their bundles. There was another one for her, but she hesitated to reach for it. This wasn’t an afternoon in her studio or a hopeful exercise for her peace of mind. Someone’s life was hanging in the balance. All of theirs, really, if you factored in the risks of this going sideways. What good was the energy of a dead woman with no direction? And yet. She felt useless, just standing there. Sure, she’d helped Luce work out the magic maths for the circle and organize a delegated plan, but that was theory, that was cozy. She wanted to help, if only to prove that she still could. That she hadn’t given up yet. So she picked up the last bundle and lit it up. She could smell none of the smoke that rose from the black and orange crackling ends, but she remembered her own rituals in the woods when she was trying to learn blood magic. She remembered her fear of being shut down by the universe, of being turned away by her friends, and the way her hope trembled as the smoke cleansed the hurt from her space. As she did the last thing, the only thing she could, she prayed to the earth below them that this phoenix would have his hurt wiped away too.
“I think that’s about it. Everyone ready?”
Orion had a stack of papers in his mouth, hanging on by the corner of the paper as he moved along the path, more paper in one hand and the burning herbs that Nell had passed to him in the other. He had assured Nell that he was fine, but one misstep and he would tumble. He followed Morgan’s directions, placing the runes around in a large circle and watching the other group carefully. Everyone looked incredibly focused. Just another hint that this was serious. Stuff like this must be second nature to them, yet there was a lot of care and detail put into every single step. It made sense, from what Rio knew about spells, the devil was in the details. Sometimes literally he supposed. But the smallest inaccuracy could cause horrible side effects. His chest tightened at the thought of what backlash could come if something go wrong, but he shook it off quickly. He had been injured trying to help others. It had never changed his mind before, he wasn’t about to let today freak him out.
Once the circle was complete he gave a thumbs up towards the group just in time for Morgan to ask if they were ready. Honestly, Rio had no idea if they things were ready, but he eyed the gas cans around the circle. He figured those would come into play once the spell started. “All set” Rio confirmed, moving in the circle to join with the others.
None of them were wholly fireproof anymore despite having taken their own footsteps through the flames of their existence, and Nell was no exception. Each one of those present had all weathered their own firestorms, walking straight into infernos that had every right to have felled them where they stood. But still they persisted, like the embers of a life refusing to be snuffed out despite all the gusts buffeting them from sometimes all sides. Fire was life and death, as cyclical as anything else in the magic. That’s what Nisa had tried to teach her daughters while they’d grown amongst the trees of the forest. It could steal life in a moment, burning a person out of existence until they were no more than ash on the wind, but as was the way with everything in the world it had the other face of its coin. Warmth, cauterizing, cleansing. In and of itself fire was the most alive of the elements, flickering with a spirit and will of its own. And yet that same life was so good at snuffing out others.
Nell didn’t have the fire her sisters had once wielded, so she’d thought the lessons didn’t apply to her. But she had her own flame living in her chest, the same heat that had told her to kill Montgomery and to make it hurt. The searing anger that had her digging a knife into Frank’s side, and poised to smother his own fire. Maybe they all had flames living within them, dangerous if left unchecked. Luce had left her flames to themselves since nearly a year ago to the day, or maybe it had been even longer. Nell had too. But she was watching in real time as her sister tried to reign them in, reignite them in a way that didn’t end with screams and acrid stench of burning flesh. It was enough to make Nell wonder what the peace on the other side might be like, whether she might one day give up the things fueling her flames to try her own hand at seizing it. Today wasn’t about her, though. That much she knew as she came out of the circle she’d walked to slip her hand into Luce’s for a squeeze. “We’ll make this work.” Luce wasn’t alone, and she’d be sure to remind her sister of that. Gathering her magic, she searched the corners of herself to pick up every scrap of it, knowing this spell was no small feat. She and Luce would be lucky if they didn’t pass out, let alone leave with skinned arms and a heart attack later. “You’re ready?”
Luce couldn’t help the way angry tears prickled at the corner of her eyes, helpless, unable to feel the flames that lived within her. This had to work, it had to fucking work. She needed it to work, she needed to save this person but… The words Adam had told her, when they’d posted up in the burnt out husk of a building on Scorch Street, they echoed in the back of her mind. Either I accept the dude in the mirror or I keep doing stuff that hurts everybody I care about. One of the most dude-bro things she’d heard from him, but it was true. She’d been mulling over their conversation for days now, trying to reconcile what he’d told her with the things she felt. And she’d thought… She’d thought she had this. She thought she could do this. But what if she was wrong? What if she couldn’t? What if he was wrong, what if Rio and Nell and Morgan—who had given her this second chance to change—had misplaced their faith? Her hands trembled slightly as she uncorked the bottle of ash, muttering a quiet Turkish chant over the still smoldering remains as she mixed it in. The Bloodroot followed and she mixed it all together with the pestle, the mixture crackling and sparking as she did her best to guide the magical properties of the ingredients into what she wanted, what she needed it to be. A cure. A way to end the nightmare. Redemption. Though her flames lay stubbornly still within her, Luce poured intention into the mixture until the chalice was full of a thick, smoking liquid.
Swallowing, Luce glanced up to see that Morgan and Rio had already drawn the wards, laid out the runes in their prescribed spaces around the large pyre. The bundles of herbs were smoking, filling the air with a heady scent, and all of them were waiting on… her. Luce felt Nell slip her hand into her own and she offered a nod. She wasn’t ready but she had to do this. She had to see this through. “Whatever it takes.” She said quietly as she stood up in the circle. Holding tightly onto her sister’s hand, the silver cup on the ground before them, Luce brought the walkie talkie to her mouth with her free hand. “Send him our way. We’re ready.” Now or never.
Leah ran and ran, waiting for the fuzzy confirmation that she could bring the phoenix to the clearing. She didn’t know how long they played cat and mouse, Leah switching back and forth between flame state to keep him occupied. She wasn’t sure how much longer she could keep this up. As she ran, exhaustion began to over take every part of her- her bones, her heart, her lungs- but she had to keep going. They had to help. And suddenly, when it felt that maybe she couldn’t go anymore, she heard the telltale buzz from Luce that they were ready, and without warning, she switched her path and began to run toward the clearing. The phoenix, in his effort to catch up with her, seemed to leave less of a trail of destruction than he had been in the last week or so, and she had to breath a sigh of relief at that.
It seemed like it took forever, but she finally broke through the clearing with the group of her friends, all ready and expectant to start the ritual that could end this. The phoenix seemed to pay them no mind. As they reached the center, she turned around and watched him stop and finally take in his surroundings. At least, that’s what she assumed he was doing- if he was even aware of what was going on. Regardless, with him distracted, Leah switched back into her flame state one last time, wrapping herself around the corrupted phoenix and engulfing him with her own flames. “We’re the same”, she whispered, hushed and smoky. “You’re not alone.”
Nell’s first reaction upon seeing Leah and the corrupted phoenix was one of ‘fight’, muscles tensing as she prepared to dodge a fireball that may or may not be coming her way, and dive in headlong to try and subdue the phoenix. But that’s not why they were here. They weren’t fighting today, they were cleansing, purifying— and violence could never truly grant either of those. Killing a problem wasn’t the same as healing from it, and wasn’t that obvious in the way her past choices seemed to never let her be? Maybe Luce should have asked Bea to help with the phoenix. Bea could be warm in the way the flip side of fire was meant to be, she’d know how to burn out the bad without incinerating the whole. Sure— Nell knew her plants and practical magic, but what good were those when she was home to an unsteady heart? If her intentions wavered, if she didn’t focus on the right things...would the phoenix simply rise to an even bigger and angrier inferno than it was now?
Thankfully Nell’s sister by her side, and Leah’s embrace of the other phoenix served as a reminder that she wasn’t all sharp edges and bloody hands. She had a family. And even though a bulk of it had left in the form of the coven, friends that had needed to find their own way beyond the town lines of White Crest, and even Bex who had fled in a fear Nell was still struggling to process— she could see her family reflected in the faces present. Luce by blood, Morgan by choice, Leah by upbringing, even Rio at times with the way he was ready and willing to help anyone who so much as glanced in his direction. Surely anyone who had a family was worth something? To have people who loved you was no easy feat. Did the phoenix have people that had loved him before? Leah loved him even now as he tried to burn the world to ash, caught in between her arms. Maybe there was another choice that could be made. As cliche as it may be, love was a cleanser, a healer, a purifier. And Nell knew how to do that even if she wasn’t always adept at it. That would be her focus point for the spell.
With a smattering of her own Turkish words Nell fueled the wards to life, letting her magic blaze through them so that the area was safely contained. Nowadays, she most often used Latin for her spellcasting, skipping the extra step of translation when she could. But if this were to be a spell of love she’d used the tongue her sister had used, the one her father had told stories in. Taking Luce’s other hand in her own, she placed their joined hands on the outside of the chalice, folding her palms over Luce’s while they cradled the silver between them. Leah had said it best, and she borrowed the words from the phoenix to lend to Luce, the soft Tukish private between them while she let her magic and intentions flow. “We’re the same.” They’d both been lost. Both desperately trying to claw their way out of the prisons they’d made for themselves out of their past deeds. But maybe with this, with the cleansing of the phoenix- at least Luce could be found. It was hard to remember that there were hands waiting on the other side of one’s self-made bars, people simply waiting for you to reach out and hold on tight. Nell wasn’t sure which of them was raising the other from perdition anymore, but she knew it was as one. “You’re not alone.”
The phoenix looked even worse than the first time Luce and Adam had seen them. Him, she realized. The phoenix was a man wreathed in brilliant, unnatural flames that seemed to flare around him in a malevolent glow. He stared at the clearing-- perhaps a moment of recognition for a place he’d already brought ruin upon, perhaps trying to puzzle out what the ritual space was for. Either way, Leah took advantage of the distraction and, cloaked in her own flames, she held onto him tightly. Her brilliant flames clashed against the ominous vermillion fire that surrounded the other phoenix. Luce felt Nell’s fingers tighten around her own and together they picked up the chalice, the magic coursing between them.
Luce could feel the wards glow, the paper Rio had drawn them on smoldering away to nothing until the burning runes were etched into the earth. And as Nell’s magic funneled into the chalice, Luce nearly let out a gasp as… the embers within her began to stir. The flames were weak, nonexistent. But the connection, the magic, it was there. For the first time in six months, she could feel the magic that had forsaken her. She reached for it cautiously, her spirit fanning the flame as carefully as she could to try and coax the spark back to life. “We’re the same.” Luce echoed as she stared at the phoenix held by Leah’s flames. She could see the fear in his eyes, the fear that was seared into his soul. As he strained against Leah, she knew she had been right. He wasn’t afraid of them, but of himself.
“You’re not alone.” Luce said, her voice rising as she let the magic flow through her fingertips into the chalice. The mixture continued to smoke and smolder and she knew that fire should be burning from the cup. But the flames wouldn’t come. No matter how hard she tried. “You’re not alone! We just want to help. Please, let us help you!” She called to the phoenix. Take our help, let me help, do what I never did, please.
Pain ran through Bernard’s body as the flames that weren’t his own burned around him-- frustration, rage, fear, they mixed together within him, the only thing he’d known for the past… how long? How long had he been like this? Days? Weeks? Months? He didn’t know. He didn’t know anything. He remembered erupting from the earth, tearing away from that cursed echoing place as fast as he could. It was a blur of fire and flames and pain and blood. And the voice, the voice, it followed him everywhere he ran. Whispering sometimes, shouting at others. All it wanted was for the world to burn. And he was powerless to it. People, animals, all who were caught in his path, they… crumbled to nothing. And all he could do was shriek in agony as his own cursed flames continued to burn. He couldn’t stop them, was powerless to the darkness that ran rampant within his body. The voice that wasn’t his own rang in his mind through all hours of the day, screaming at him to burn this place to the ground. It was the voice he’d fled from when he’d first awoken in this new body, the voice that still chased him.
And even now, it was shrieking at him. Burn the girl, burn them all, cast their bones to ash, let the flames consume this town. Let all become fire, let all become ruin.
But, a different voice-- the first voice he’d heard that wasn’t a strangled scream-- it made its way to his ear. “We’re the same.” A soft voice, whispering, pleading, “You’re not alone.” Fighting every instinct in his body, Bernard was able to tilt his head in the barest of nods. He did his best to regain control over the fire that raged around his body, to fight the voice within him. “Help me, help me.” He whispered to the woman whose arms were wrapped around him, “End-- end this.”
As the man struggled and strained against Leah’s hold, it began to feel hopeless. Already exhausted from their run through the forest, she knew she couldn’t hold onto him for much longer. And with no one else there able to withstand the flames, she wondered, briefly, if it had been a mistake for Luce to ask her for help, at least with this part. She was never strong- always swift and agile and smart. Perhaps Alfie would have been better for something like this. But then, he seemed to respond. A hint of a nod was all it took for Leah to gain her confidence back. This was working, and they were going to fix this. Together. She was not alone. Carefully, she unwrapped her arms around his body, instead, choosing to hold his forearms for guidance. Gently, she guided him onto the pyre. Though he still seemed to struggle, it was a lot easier to guide him up than it had been to hold him in place. She wondered if he was fighting too, now. Somewhere deep inside. She noticed the chalice shared between Nell and Luce, smoking and smoldering and beckoning to help. “I know it’s hard”, she said again, more firm this time. “But we think this will fix it. You have to try and drink this, okay? Drinking it will help. We’re going to help you get better, but first you have to drink it.” She continued to whisper these affirmations in his ear, willing him to continue to fight through the flames. “We’re all here to help you.”
Nell could feel the moment her sister’s magic sputtered into existence. She’d be able to recognize her sister’s magic anywhere. Such was the bond of countless spells done as one in their youth, and the few they’d done together in the last year and a half. It felt like someone waving her home from the front porch, far more comforting than something as tangible as physical touch could ever achieve. This was the two of them truly coming together as one for the sake of another. For the sake of her sister. For the sake of the phoenix in Leah’s arms. “We’re gonna make it,” Nell told Luce, giving her the words she too needed to hear the most. There was an end, and they’d found it. They were so close. So close to that win. So close to doing something good. Just let the past die, and then Luce could be free.
Luce watched as the phoenix allowed himself to be brought towards the pyre she’d built in the center of the glowing runes. His flames licked at the wood, straining to ignite the wooden structure. She could feel the heat of it from here-- she couldn’t let Nell get any closer, not when the flames were this hot. Nell didn’t have the same resilience she did. “We’re gonna do this. But I’m not letting you get hurt.” Luce said. “Step back, Nellie, please.I wouldn’t have been able to do this without you-- without any of you,” She said looking to Rio, to Morgan, even to Leah. “But I’ve gotta do this.” With that, she pulled the chalice gently from Nell’s hands, and followed Leah and the phoenix up the pyre. And as the phoenix’s cursed flames began to consume the wood, Luce took a deep breath and followed.
“Leah, you should back up. I don’t know what the wards might do if there are two phoenixes here.” Luce said as she held the chalice up, hands shaking slightly. The silver cup was still smoking, but she could feel the energy thrumming inside her. She could feel her magic lying in wait, but for what? She was trying so hard, the need to draw upon the magic was almost overwhelming. The flames were searing, painful in a way that fire had never felt for her. Not since she was a child, before she’d fully gained control of her magic. Luce swallowed as she stood next to the phoenix and, as she lifted the silver cup to his mouth, she saw him for the first time. Dark black eyes stared at her in desperation, the irises ringed in glowing red flames like the sun during an eclipse. Those eyes stared at her, consumed by fear and anguish and then-- a flicker, something dark flashed over his face. A tongue of flame shot from the phoenix’s body and curled around her left arm and Luce let out a scream of pain as the fire sizzled against her flesh. Agony shot up through her and her grip on the chalice loosened as she stumbled backwards, the flame retreating back to the phoenix’s body.
“We’re going to help you.” Luce panted, her fingers wrapping around the cup once more. “You’re not alone. This isn’t you and this,” She gasped in pain, the searing sensation still present within her, “This isn’t the end. You’re not alone.” Luce said. As she spoke, the burning heat grew within her. And that was when it hit her. The warmth was familiar. “Benim alevlerim.” She breathed and watched as the chalice blossomed with blue flames. “Drink. Please, drink.” Luce said and pressed the cup against the phoenix’s lips, tipping it back before staggering down the burning pyre. She retreated to where the others stood safely at the edge of the wards to wait and to watch.
Bernard drank. And for a moment, nothing changed. These people they’d tried, they’d failed. And he would be-- his eyes flicked open as the pain mounted to new, unimaginable heights. It felt as though he’d swallowed the sun, that the light was burning him from the inside out. The voice that had shouted at him, it was screaming again. But now, it screamed in pain, agony, as the sun continued to burn. His mouth opened to scream but all that escaped was a plume of blue flame. Instinctively, he shut his mouth and curled in on himself, hugging his burning body. Meanwhile, the blue flames crawling over his skin, over the pyre, overwhelming the cursed red flames. For a long moment, pain was all that filled Bernard’s mind. And then, there was nothing at all.
Things seemed to be going to plan. At least, Orion hoped that they were. None of the actual spell experts seemed to be freaking out, so Rio had mostly taken that as a good sign and held back. He silently observed, a worried line drawn across his face. The concern only grew as the Leah showed up with the Phoenix. Up until now, everything that Rio had witnessed had just been preparation. With the phoenix here, the true spell began. He stood just on the edge of the wards they had constructed, nervously fiddling with his fingers to keep himself still. But he couldn’t take his eyes off of Luce and the phoenix. Even from back here, Rio could feel the rise in temperature associated with the phoenixes flames. He pressed against his skin, warning of the heat. How could Luce handle being that close to it? His entire body tensed as the flame surged towards Luce. He almost jolted forward, but stopped himself at the last second. She was trying to get away. He needed to trust that Luce knew better for this than he did and let her do what needed to be done.Flames seemed to be consuming him, a bright, glowing red that made Rio clench at his heart. It looked so incredibly painful. “Oh my god.” He muttered, mostly to himself. If tears poured down Rio’s face he did nothing to stop them, he could only stare at the scene as the man screamed, only for blue flames to erupt. That blue soon took over the red, covering every inch of the man and becoming too bright for Rio to stare at any longer. He covered his eyes, glancing away from the scene in fear that he would go blind completely.
Luce was right, and Leah stepped out of the circle, toward Rio and Morgan. She switched out of her flame state in the process, and found a safe space behind her friends while still holding a good view of the action at the pyre. She couldn’t take her eyes off of everything that was going on, not even if she tried. She could see the pain inside the phoenix, almost as if she were sensing it within her heart. His flames, red and unnatural, looked like an illness that needed to be cured. How she wished she could run back in and hold him again. The flames seemed never ending but not at all stable; all encompassing but not all warm. And with the eruption of more and more of them, Leah was worried if too much damage had already been done. She couldn’t look away, but her heart was begging her to.
For a while, it seemed as though the fire would never end. It looked as though the flames would continue to spiral and battle against one another, locked in a continuous battle until the pyre that fueled the blaze crumpled to ash. But, Luce watched as her blue flames over took the phoenix’s own iridescent fire and then… She let out a gasp as the man sank to his knees and then crumpled to the ground. The fire continued to rage around him, consuming the wooden pyre. Meanwhile, the runes that formed the wards continued to glow, the lines brilliant and blue. Just the same shade as her flames. And then, almost as quickly as it had started-- the flames burnt out. In their place was nothing but a pile of ash.
Blinking in the sudden darkness, Luce held up her uninjured hand and reached tentatively for the magic. But her fears were unfounded, as vibrant blue flame jumped to the palm of her hand. “Is he… Do you think he’s alright?” She asked the others, voice hoarse from the smoke she’d inhaled.
There was little Nell could do as she watched her sister dive into the flames along with the phoenix, and she couldn’t help the protective step she made towards the center of the circle while the fire sizzled around Luce’s arm. It wasn’t unheard of for the Vurals to throw themselves into the center of an inferno for their sisters, but the more rational voice in her head quelled the emotional response, reminding her that she wouldn’t so much as get within a few feet of Luce before burning to a crisp. And what help would that be? Nell would be incinerated, the wards would fall, and Luce and the phoenix would be worse off than when this had started. Nell filled her now empty hand with Leah’s no longer flaming one, the familiar warmth of a fire being granting her another form of comfort.
The wards stayed strong as Nell kept the flow of her magic constant, using her worry of Luce to fuel the glowing runes. After all, that stemmed from love as well, and thus it would rightly serve the spell. Finally the flames subsided, and Nell was free to move forwards after watching the phoenix fall to ash on the ground. Just as any phoenix would at the end of their lifecycle. It had killed him? This was the cleansing that he’d needed? Death? Surely there were less permanent ways to purify? But death was anything but permanent for a phoenix. Or at least...it was meant to be. They hadn’t actually killed him, had they? “I…” This couldn’t be the result of all their efforts— all of Luce’s efforts. She’d needed to do something good, something that helped the phoenix, not end its cycle. “Wait- I think- is it moving?” Or had it only been her hopeful eye that thought she spotted a sign of life beneath the gray?
While the explosion of bright blue and radioactive red flames was all encompassing, the silence and emptiness that followed their burnout was even more-so. Leah looked between her friends, first to Nell, who’s hand she gave a tight squeeze back, then to Rio and Morgan, and finally to Luce. Luce, who had worked so hard to save the phoenix- ...she didn’t want to disappoint her. But in Leah’s experience, a pile of ash only meant one thing. She looked down at what was left of the phoenix, his ashes still and unmoving. Perhaps this was what was meant to happen all along. The ritual was meant to get rid of the illness- did it presume that the only way to rid one of corruption was through… death? It seemed too morbid. Too unfair. Tears filled her eyes as she looked back to Luce, ready to break the news to her. It wouldn’t be fair to get her hopes up if there was none to have. “I think...he might be d-”, but she stopped, interrupted by Nell’s observation. Her eyes shot back to the pile of ashes, sensing the tiniest pile of movement for herself. “Wait, -what?”
The scent of ash filled Bernard’s lungs as he shifted among the dust and debris. His fingers curled around the fine grains of dust and he began to crawl out from under the pile, his head emerging. He was covered in soot, his body ached, and he felt so, so cold. But, the world was blissfully, wonderfully silent. His mind was silent. The voice that had echoed in his head had been burned clean and now… Now he was whole again. Exhaustion and relief washed over him in equal measure and Bernard was able to lift his head up for a brief moment to take in the small cluster of people staring at him. He offered a weak smile before his eyes rolled back up into his head and he collapsed, unconscious once more.
Morgan had watched the proceedings in petrified silence. She understood how badly Luce needed this and as she huddled closer between Leah and Rio, she started to accept that she might need this too. There was so much suffering on this miserable rock of a planet and so much that couldn’t be helped no matter how much money or good vibes you threw out there. But maybe this could be different. Maybe this one witch and this one broken bird could do better for a little while. She stared at the clump of ash on the ground, bracing herself for the worst. “Leah, don’t…” she whispered. If this was another cosmic fuck you, Luce wouldn’t need to be told. And then he moved.
“Shit, Nell’s right. He’s moving, she’s right!” She grabbed Leah, squeezing tight and looked at Luce. Whatever she was holding against the witch didn’t matter just then. There was only relief and understanding. “Guess you’re better than you thought after all,” she said. “So, who’s helping to carry Mr. Firebird? I don’t think he’ll like his feet dragging on the ground if I lift him by myself.”
Seeing the shift in the pile of ashes finally let Orion take a breath of relief that seemed to be shared by everyone in the group. This hasn’t been in vain. It had been dangerous, and exhausting and at times even seemed a bit hopeless. But when the pile of ashes shifted and everyone’s gone shifted from solemn to overwhelming relief, it all seemed worth it. “Holy crap.” Rio breathed, too giddy to stay still. He bounced on his feet, still a bit apprehensive to move anywhere in case the spell wasn’t completely finished. But Morgan spoke first, suggesting they carry the man away from the spell site and back towards civilization. If she was confirming it, then that meant that it was done. “We really did it.” Rio spoke again aloud, not trying to hide the surprise. “You really did it.” He repeated, directed towards Luce this time. Maybe it had been a time effort, but she had gotten the ball rolling. And from the looks of it, she had paid a price. “I’ll help carry him. Someone should help Luce too.”
Time seemed to slow as Luce stared at the pile of ash, unblinking. Waiting. Had she killed someone else? Had all of her effort and time and energy and intention meant nothing? Had she taken another life, an innocent life? An eternity stretched on as she stared at the pile. And then. Relief. Luce felt her legs buckle as the man lifted his head from the ashes and stared at them, his face illuminated in the glowing flames that rose from her hand. Normal eyes, no longer ringed in fire. Her blue flames sputtered and went out as Luce sank to the ground next to Nell, her hand still clutched in her sisters. She let out a shaking, shuddering breath as she sat on the ground. They’d done it. The ritual had worked. He was okay. And somehow, in the midst of it all, her magic was back.
“Holy shit. We did it.” She breathed as she glanced up at the others. “Thank you… All of you guys. This wouldn’t… None of it could have happened without you. Thank you.” She murmured. Her entire body ached, she felt absolutely drained, and her arm was filled with a burning pain she hadn’t felt since she was a little girl, but none of it mattered right now. She’d done it. They’d done it.
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