[Closed] Once more, with feeling

[lezard_valeth]

Characters: Lily Ivory and Lezard Valeth
Location: Sweden
Rating: PG
Time: July 25th, afternoon
Description: After the last attempt ended as a complete flop, Lily and Lezard set off to make up for lost time.



Reports led to a new neck of the woods, several babbling creeks breaking up the woods and providing fresh water to the flora and fauna. To a nature nut the world around you was practically singing, but Lezard was no such person. No, he was disappointed that not only did he get kicked around by a foolish ghost horse, he was kicked around by a foolish ghost horse that was not a unicorn.

The sour mood seemed to ooze into their resonance as he quietly sulked in soul space, etching what they'd learned the last they'd faced the creature over his pages in his horrid penmanship. Was it any wonder Lily could read any of his short hand? Alchemists.

"Reports tell us the creature was last seen here. Shall we bait it?"

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[lezard_valeth]

She diverted her eyes and the smile was back, so easy to form. It was here that he lingered for just a moment more, before he stepped back and brushed a small section of brown hair from his eyes, a move made so casually.

"The very best," he replied, his voice shaken with a little laughter. But he gestured away, then, and tipped his upper body only slightly.

"...Shall we return home? It should nearly be dark in Nevada, and with it comes the troublesome desert temperature drop."

[vintage_magic]

It was a bit of a relief when Lezard stepped back and she took opportunity of the moment to compose herself.

She even managed to joke a bit as they started walking. "Already? I reckoned this place might remind you of home." They were in Sweden so it was Scandinavia again. "Or do you prefer caves like the one those trolls lived in?" The little smile showed she was teasing, rather a difference from the sarcastic remarks she used to direct at him.

[lezard_valeth]

He laughed. "Really, what would remind me of home is if the forest was full of howling spirits and giant spiders!"

Looking out, he shook his head in mock dismay of the peaceful, warm forest. "Unless a Valkyrie took the time to cleanse the woods of evil, I daresay what we walk through now is nothing short of a mockery. Far too quiet for my tastes. Every inch of Midgard is alive with the supernatural. You could not step a single toe outside your front door without feeling some form of vibration."

[vintage_magic]

Still in jest, she quirked an eyebrow at him. "Howling spirits and giant spiders? That ghost horse wasn't lively enough for you?"

"But it is awfully quiet here," she observed as they continued out of the forest. With the stars starting to come out, it'd be pretty nice if the moon wasn't grinning above. "I wonder if there are any woodsfolk in this world. Or if the demons have scared them all into hiding." Even with all the trips into the woods to track down demons, they'd not come across any. "No fairies or brownies or elves."

[lezard_valeth]

"This world, for all of its madness and demons, is rather quiet as far as the supernatural is concerned. The silence in its entirely is quite disturbing, though I suppose for those without a sort of sway of magic would find it rather peaceful. Do you not feel it...?"

He gestured outward. "The lack of spark in the air, the feeling of strangeness within which we are born, grow most comfortable in? 'Tis enough that we are both without our respective magic, as if a part of us has been rudely torn out of us."

[vintage_magic]

She sobered, no longer in a joking mood. "I guess you're right. Other than clothes, I can't feel the vibrations of anything anymore. Not people's auras or the traces of energy they leave behind in other objects and buildings. Not even the demons we hunt most of the time. It was strange to feel my senses so muted when I first got here but I suppose I've gotten used to it with the months that have passed."

"Although I reckon the alternative would be disturbing as well with all the demons on the loose here. To sense the souls of the children drowned by La Llorona, be able to tell where violent deaths had occurred..." In a world with as many demon problems as this one, she'd likely be feeling too much.

"But you can't sense anything at all like this, can you?" She frowned, reaching out to take his hand and look at it. "Like when I was turned into a Weapon." Perhaps, that was why he hung around her so much. There had been numerous times that week when she caught herself grabbing for his hand as reassurance against the unsettling lack of vibrations.

[lezard_valeth]

He turned his head when she seized his hand, so used to it by now that it was - as he called it - a force of habit to clasp when he felt the contact. Perhaps he felt the same in a sense, missing the subtle vibrations in the air when you were born with magic, lived with it all your life.

"There is nothing," he replied simply, the irritation evident in the connection. Usually he withheld such emotions, let himself remain on the upper hand, but he felt there was no point in exerting the energy in anything else.

"Regardless... we've this resonance. While not the most suitable replacement, one cannot scoff at what we've got."

[vintage_magic]

The irritation was easily felt through their link, somewhat usual from him. Was he being more honest about his feelings?

"That's true. I suppose we should practice more when we can." She gave his hand a squeeze as they exited the woods and started on the path back to town. "But for now, let's go back."

[lezard_valeth]

"...Of course." It was certainly that time, was it not?

With victory under their belt, they had no further need to be here; their mistake stricken from the records. They had a mirror to return to, a report to make, and perhaps a well-earned cup of tea.

That, and he had some more thinking to do, but when was he not doing that?