Posted: Sat Sep 03, 2005 12:21 am
~*TESS*~
He’s smiling again. It’s a warm smile, but at the same time it sends shivers down my spine- in a good way. He leans slightly closer and whispers It's alright, I'm always available when people need to get their stress out.
I feel the slight heat in my cheeks again, but I ignore it and smile, a little wider. From nowhere he produces a wreath of flowers and places it lightly on my head.
Ah, 'tis as I thought. They do nae detract from yer beauty, they simply meld with it.
His accent is rough and sinuous and I bite my lip to stop my embarrassed giggles. Lovely lass, if that we could speak in private for a time, 'twould be an honor to get to know you better. I guess though, dear lady, that we'll 'ave to wait until the rescue has been a success.
He asked me out! I mean, I think he asked me out! I’m not sure, but then he lifts my hand and kisses it and I think I’ll swoon. To be honest I never believed women really did swoon like in some cheesy romance novel, but that was before I had my very own prince charming, complete with flowers, accent, and hand kissage. I look at him in profile, studying him as he looks at Isabel, and then looking at where our hands lie, lightly intertwined, on the sofa between us.
I’m not sure if Adam was talking to his cousin or not, but Isabel suddenly speaks and I feel like I do when I have been caught daydreaming in class.
As much as I'm certain everyone has questions, we have some planning to do and some things to get settled. The longer we dilly dally, the longer Michael remains in that torture chamber.
Dilly dally? Who say’s dilly dally? I wonder if he would think that she’s kind of like a teacher and he seems to glean my thoughts because he turns to me, grinning My cousin is indeed one that doesn't like to mince words, but her bark is worse then her bite.
“She reminds me of a teacher a little” I smile, hoping he won’t take offence, and wrinkle my nose a little to show that I’m just joking. I’m about to say something else but my attention is caught by Maria and Trevor talking. I can’t hear much of anything, but then Trevor says something and it’s like a kick in the chest. Nia'co lamaren.
‘All leaves fall in time’ I whisper to myself. It’s something someone used to say to me a lot when I was young. But not when I was young here. A youth a long time ago, and life-times away. It means to wait as things happen when they are supposed to and we can’t make it happen faster. I was told that a lot when I was little and impatient and more spirited then I was supposed to be.
I’m still rolling the sounds around in my mouth, feeling their weight and familiarity when Isabel breaks in to my thoughts with the teacher voice again. Max, Kyle, Tess and Maria. While Alex is busy doing the search, why don't we finish getting the basics down so we have a relatively sound plan? She gives Trevor a quelling look that I wouldn’t like to meet alone in a dark alley And we can figure out how to work him in as well.
I hear Adam speak beside me Isabel, what are you planning to do?
They begin a conversation I have no hope of understanding so I turn my attention to Maria and Trevor until an unfamiliar voice rings inside my mind. * Children, Is everything alright? I can't stop getting the sense of all sorts of emotions. Do you need our help with anything?*
It’s strange to hear someone other then Max or Maria, even though I’ve already spoken to Trevor. I think it will take me awhile to get used to the idea of communicating telepathically with other people. I try not to listen in, but it’s so funny and so nice. Family banter, and affection. I’m a little surprised when they start to give Isabel a hard time, but she responds well and I feel her rise in my estimation, teacher voice and all.
I’m thinking about trying to communicate back. I’m trying to think of what I could say to Adam that wouldn’t sound dumb or downright creepy when Cameron falls to her knees and Adam’s hand clutches mine tightly for a second. I hear Cameron ask a question and then others join in.
I hear another, older voice 'Tis nae any Donvan at work, children. 'Tis nae our magick. Reach out and feel the shadows within
I see Cameron look at Adam and I follow her gaze to see his eyes closed. The concentration rolls off him, as did his earlier self-possession. Trevor voices the question I’m thinking and Cameron gestures to the window in response Look out the window. It's a storm, brewing because of a witch but not one of our family. The storm is going to hit and when it does, no one will be able to leave this house.
I’m beginning to worry a little when Max takes control again. Can you maybe give us all a rundown of exactly what you can do? We've seen the scrying and such. What else is going to help us here?
Cameron responds and then points to Adam. When I look at him and he holds his free hand out in front of him. Without any noticeable effects he makes a ball of fire, followed by water and then ice. I’m amazed, and it explains how he got the flowers on my head. My thoughts wander for a second, wondering what interesting uses those powers could be put to, but then I mentally chastise myself for my lack of attention and pay attention to the group again, apparently just in time to answer some of my daydream questions.
Adam is... well, let's just say his elemental control and substantial ability with the Craft itself is his strongest suit. We don't like when Adam loses his temper very much. The storm out there is just as powerful, or almost as strong when it's called up simply to let him vent. I look at him in awe and this time it’s his turn to blush. I’m a little glad as I was beginning to think that he didn’t embarrass at all.
He gets up, squeezing my hand slightly before leaving it lonely on the sofa cushion. He closes the blinds with a wave of his hand and then says something about not being able to leave. As it finally computes I realize Max has gone through the same process. We can't wait a couple days! They've got Michael! He's counting on us. We have to help him! We can't let a little rain slow us down. They could be doing ... unspeakable things to him. It'll be the four of us then. Forget the Sheriff. We'll go in ourselves.
I’m scared when Max says we’ll go in by ourselves and I realize that I’ve already started to rely on Adam for comfort. But then I think about the feelings I got from Michael, and what it would be like if it was Max or Kyle and I know that Max is right. We can’t wait.
Cameron seems close to tears as she bursts out Do you think I want to leave him there?! I love him! I hate thinking about what he could be going through even now. But, look out there, Max. Look at the weather. How would you get through it with it pouring down like that?! Do you want to get yourselves killed?! That's not a normal storm, for Goddess sake... She breaks down and the tears spill down her cheeks.
Max looks at her, lost for a second, before he recovers himself to respond It might not be a normal storm, but we're not exactly normal, either
I nod, letting him know that I agree with him, and letting Cameron know that we won’t just leave him to be … whatevered. We don’t need to, and we won’t. Finally our powers have a good use, and we can help someone like us in the process. I know we won’t let a little rain get in the way of that.
Kyle has sat down beside me and we hold hands, comforting each other. I look at Adam, with his arm around Cameron and I can feel myself falling for him. Everything slows down and his face seems etched in relief in the air. He speaks suddenly and the world speeds up again to move at a normal pace.
If I can get an exact idea of where to do it, I can focus the elements on it. Getting the right location even with what we know might not be so easy.
“What do you need? What would help?” I turn to Maria “We should start calling our parents, whether we do the rescue now or later we won’t be home for a while. Maybe you should start- you know how your mom can be sometimes.” I turn back to the Donovans. “do you have supplies in the house? Or do we need to try to get some before the storm gets worse?”
I realise that I’m beginning to understand the magnitude of the storm outside. If Adam feels he has that little control it must be big and being prepared is the best thing I can think of to do right now.
“I could go to my house if we need things. It’s really nearby and my parents won’t mind.”
I look to Adam and Max, knowing that without Isabel here they are the next in line to take charge.
He’s smiling again. It’s a warm smile, but at the same time it sends shivers down my spine- in a good way. He leans slightly closer and whispers It's alright, I'm always available when people need to get their stress out.
I feel the slight heat in my cheeks again, but I ignore it and smile, a little wider. From nowhere he produces a wreath of flowers and places it lightly on my head.
Ah, 'tis as I thought. They do nae detract from yer beauty, they simply meld with it.
His accent is rough and sinuous and I bite my lip to stop my embarrassed giggles. Lovely lass, if that we could speak in private for a time, 'twould be an honor to get to know you better. I guess though, dear lady, that we'll 'ave to wait until the rescue has been a success.
He asked me out! I mean, I think he asked me out! I’m not sure, but then he lifts my hand and kisses it and I think I’ll swoon. To be honest I never believed women really did swoon like in some cheesy romance novel, but that was before I had my very own prince charming, complete with flowers, accent, and hand kissage. I look at him in profile, studying him as he looks at Isabel, and then looking at where our hands lie, lightly intertwined, on the sofa between us.
I’m not sure if Adam was talking to his cousin or not, but Isabel suddenly speaks and I feel like I do when I have been caught daydreaming in class.
As much as I'm certain everyone has questions, we have some planning to do and some things to get settled. The longer we dilly dally, the longer Michael remains in that torture chamber.
Dilly dally? Who say’s dilly dally? I wonder if he would think that she’s kind of like a teacher and he seems to glean my thoughts because he turns to me, grinning My cousin is indeed one that doesn't like to mince words, but her bark is worse then her bite.
“She reminds me of a teacher a little” I smile, hoping he won’t take offence, and wrinkle my nose a little to show that I’m just joking. I’m about to say something else but my attention is caught by Maria and Trevor talking. I can’t hear much of anything, but then Trevor says something and it’s like a kick in the chest. Nia'co lamaren.
‘All leaves fall in time’ I whisper to myself. It’s something someone used to say to me a lot when I was young. But not when I was young here. A youth a long time ago, and life-times away. It means to wait as things happen when they are supposed to and we can’t make it happen faster. I was told that a lot when I was little and impatient and more spirited then I was supposed to be.
I’m still rolling the sounds around in my mouth, feeling their weight and familiarity when Isabel breaks in to my thoughts with the teacher voice again. Max, Kyle, Tess and Maria. While Alex is busy doing the search, why don't we finish getting the basics down so we have a relatively sound plan? She gives Trevor a quelling look that I wouldn’t like to meet alone in a dark alley And we can figure out how to work him in as well.
I hear Adam speak beside me Isabel, what are you planning to do?
They begin a conversation I have no hope of understanding so I turn my attention to Maria and Trevor until an unfamiliar voice rings inside my mind. * Children, Is everything alright? I can't stop getting the sense of all sorts of emotions. Do you need our help with anything?*
It’s strange to hear someone other then Max or Maria, even though I’ve already spoken to Trevor. I think it will take me awhile to get used to the idea of communicating telepathically with other people. I try not to listen in, but it’s so funny and so nice. Family banter, and affection. I’m a little surprised when they start to give Isabel a hard time, but she responds well and I feel her rise in my estimation, teacher voice and all.
I’m thinking about trying to communicate back. I’m trying to think of what I could say to Adam that wouldn’t sound dumb or downright creepy when Cameron falls to her knees and Adam’s hand clutches mine tightly for a second. I hear Cameron ask a question and then others join in.
I hear another, older voice 'Tis nae any Donvan at work, children. 'Tis nae our magick. Reach out and feel the shadows within
I see Cameron look at Adam and I follow her gaze to see his eyes closed. The concentration rolls off him, as did his earlier self-possession. Trevor voices the question I’m thinking and Cameron gestures to the window in response Look out the window. It's a storm, brewing because of a witch but not one of our family. The storm is going to hit and when it does, no one will be able to leave this house.
I’m beginning to worry a little when Max takes control again. Can you maybe give us all a rundown of exactly what you can do? We've seen the scrying and such. What else is going to help us here?
Cameron responds and then points to Adam. When I look at him and he holds his free hand out in front of him. Without any noticeable effects he makes a ball of fire, followed by water and then ice. I’m amazed, and it explains how he got the flowers on my head. My thoughts wander for a second, wondering what interesting uses those powers could be put to, but then I mentally chastise myself for my lack of attention and pay attention to the group again, apparently just in time to answer some of my daydream questions.
Adam is... well, let's just say his elemental control and substantial ability with the Craft itself is his strongest suit. We don't like when Adam loses his temper very much. The storm out there is just as powerful, or almost as strong when it's called up simply to let him vent. I look at him in awe and this time it’s his turn to blush. I’m a little glad as I was beginning to think that he didn’t embarrass at all.
He gets up, squeezing my hand slightly before leaving it lonely on the sofa cushion. He closes the blinds with a wave of his hand and then says something about not being able to leave. As it finally computes I realize Max has gone through the same process. We can't wait a couple days! They've got Michael! He's counting on us. We have to help him! We can't let a little rain slow us down. They could be doing ... unspeakable things to him. It'll be the four of us then. Forget the Sheriff. We'll go in ourselves.
I’m scared when Max says we’ll go in by ourselves and I realize that I’ve already started to rely on Adam for comfort. But then I think about the feelings I got from Michael, and what it would be like if it was Max or Kyle and I know that Max is right. We can’t wait.
Cameron seems close to tears as she bursts out Do you think I want to leave him there?! I love him! I hate thinking about what he could be going through even now. But, look out there, Max. Look at the weather. How would you get through it with it pouring down like that?! Do you want to get yourselves killed?! That's not a normal storm, for Goddess sake... She breaks down and the tears spill down her cheeks.
Max looks at her, lost for a second, before he recovers himself to respond It might not be a normal storm, but we're not exactly normal, either
I nod, letting him know that I agree with him, and letting Cameron know that we won’t just leave him to be … whatevered. We don’t need to, and we won’t. Finally our powers have a good use, and we can help someone like us in the process. I know we won’t let a little rain get in the way of that.
Kyle has sat down beside me and we hold hands, comforting each other. I look at Adam, with his arm around Cameron and I can feel myself falling for him. Everything slows down and his face seems etched in relief in the air. He speaks suddenly and the world speeds up again to move at a normal pace.
If I can get an exact idea of where to do it, I can focus the elements on it. Getting the right location even with what we know might not be so easy.
“What do you need? What would help?” I turn to Maria “We should start calling our parents, whether we do the rescue now or later we won’t be home for a while. Maybe you should start- you know how your mom can be sometimes.” I turn back to the Donovans. “do you have supplies in the house? Or do we need to try to get some before the storm gets worse?”
I realise that I’m beginning to understand the magnitude of the storm outside. If Adam feels he has that little control it must be big and being prepared is the best thing I can think of to do right now.
“I could go to my house if we need things. It’s really nearby and my parents won’t mind.”
I look to Adam and Max, knowing that without Isabel here they are the next in line to take charge.