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RE: Impractical Magic [Closed] - saronym - 01-27-2019

The involuntary vibrating purr emanating from her throat was delicious. Nic was fully aware of the effect he had on her and wasn't sorry about it. “Are you blushing?” He asked pointedly even as he turned to leave the kitchen ignoring her question as to the utility of his undress.

“This way.” His voice trailed behind him. She would follow or she would not. She could stand in his kitchen. Or drive her blushing behind home. Her choice. In the end, he'd wager her curiosity would win her over. They had their differences but their ambitions were what made them the same. He had knowledge of some ritual he'd hinted at and she wanted to know about it.

Simple as that.

“The ritual works best if we're unhindered." He used the best euphemism he could think of as he climbed the staircase leading to the second floor. He paused on the landing and glanced down at her. “As in naked. Will that be a problem for you?”

Before she could answer he said, “This way.” At the end of a hall was a door. He opened it showing her the space they would be working with as if somehow her impression of the space would weigh for or against her willingness to go through with the ritual. An expansive and tidy bedroom with a perfectly turned down bed. A balcony view of the sparkling town and behind that the sea that glinted in the moonlight. Not a thing was out of order.

"So the ritual hinges on a bit of...erm...intimacy? A lack of pretense, I suppose. Hence the lack of clothes. A kind of bonding. The touching bit?" He gave a vague and clipped explanation expecting that she would follow along well enough. He wasn't one for theory, as she should very well know. He was a dive in heard first and fuck around kind of practitioner. "These two modes will come together and..." He put his two index fingers together like a steeple. "...you'll see."

RE: Impractical Magic [Closed] - megs - 03-09-2019

Nicholas knew her entirely too well. Knew that she had a drive to discover magic that rivaled his. He was making it obvious that he knew something that she didn't, and Charity wouldn't stand for it. Hazel eyes trailed after a tattooed abdomen as it all but sauntered away from her. She followed, as he expected and almost obediently as if entranced by the sway of his hips. Her tail flickered, excited, behind her as she trotted after him.

He paused on the stairs, and so did she. A few steps behind him. He towered above her on the landing. Her ears stood to attention as he explained himself. She was blushing again, but luckily it was darker on the stairs. "N-no. It's not." Charity cursed herself for stuttering. It wasn't normally a problem. She had an overabundance of confidence, but she had also never been naked around someone she had such mixed feelings for.

He moved away again. She followed.

The hall ended in a bedroom and when he swung the door open, she tried not to look impressed by it. Everything about the house was impressive, but she didn't want to know she thought highly of him. She frowned slightly, accessing the space, as if the single room wasn't almost as big as her studio apartment.

Nicholas was half-explaining a ritual to her and she grunted in response. She rolled her eyes, before pulling her shirt up and over her head. She dropped the black fabric in a heap on the neat bed. "Let's just get this over with." Charity wasn't exactly thrilled at the idea of 'bonding' with Nic, but she also wanted to make sure he wasn't going to suddenly die in his sleep after whatever that witch did to him. A dead prince would not look great on her resume. She kicked off her shoes. "I have a test, tomorrow and a nap would be nice." Leggings were peeled off and deposited into the same heap.

"Is this good enough?" She gestured to herself. Standing next to the bed in a hot pink sports bra that match high-cut bikini briefs.

RE: Impractical Magic [Closed] - saronym - 06-04-2019

Nic gathered several candles from a drawer in the table next to his bed. He set one on each bedside table and a couple on the floor at the foot the bed. A loose circle of candles for ritual magic. Two pillows for them to kneel on. He retrieved several other items for the ritual.

“You are welcome to stay here.” He offered in response to her complaints about how their activities were cutting into her beauty sleep.

Once Nic had set everything up, he smirked at Charity's hot pink panties. She would be just the type to match her undergarments, even at night, with no expectation of plans. “That'll work, yes.”

Nic stripped the rest of the way down to his navy blue clingy boxers but made no extra show of it. The candles flickered to life with a rudimentary gesture of his hand. “We're ready to begin.”

He held out his hand to her to invite her to step into the circle with him. He knelt down on a pillow. “I'll guide you through the beginning. You'll know what to do after that.”

RE: Impractical Magic [Closed] - megs - 06-06-2019

Nicholas' bottom half was notably less colorful than the top. Charity was trying very hard not to notice this, however. Keeping her eyes solidly on his face. She didn't have any tattoos herself, and found the art on him to be interesting.

Even though she could perfectly map the series of events that put her into this situation with the prince of Veridian, she would not have believed it could happen. Not even if her favorite clairvoyant from the Divination School tried to tell her so.

She made at face at him as he casually mentioned she could stay there. Out of the question as far as she was concerned. Late night or not, she absolutely could not spend the night with him.

Charity took Nic's outstretched hand and stepped into the arrangement of candles. A magic circle had already been cast. It felt like stepping through a physical barrier. Pushing aside a gauzy screen and entering into a purified space, sanctioned specifically for the ritual they were about to cast. She didn't know why she was choosing to Nicholas in this moment. No one else ever could have convinced her to participate in a spell she knew nothing about

She was intrigued. He was intriguing.

Charity knelt down on the other cushion placed opposite of him. He wasn't wrong. She could feel her magic responding to the space. Almost as if ready to guide her along, and eager to participate in the spell. "Alright," she muttered, still playing at indignant. She released his hand and let hers fall back to her side. "Let's get this over with."

RE: Impractical Magic [Closed] - saronym - 06-08-2019

When Charity released his hand he let it fall to his lap. He waited patiently for her to settle, gazing at her with keen eyes. Like her, he felt a pulling from inside him. An eagerness to begin.

He waited a few moments longer. Briefly closed his eyes and settled the restless energy inside him on an intention to complete the ritual.

Wordless, at first, he began the ritual taking her hand and dipping her thumb into oil. He guided her hand in marking places on his body with the oil. Forehead, lips, chest over heart, navel, and palms.

“Close your eyes. You won't need them open for the spell.” Then he guided her hand to placing thumbprints of oil on her own eyelids. He instructed her next in the short incantation, speaking the Eskran words slowly and deliberately for her.

As she repeated the incantation as instructed, he took one of her hand in his as if they were greeting one another with a handskade. With this free hand he wound a silky ribbon around their hands to keep them together in the space between them.

As he wound the ribbon over their hands, a tingling warmth began spreading from their linked palms up his arm and throughout his body. It spread as if it were searching. The spell's effect was a kind of enhanced truesight that would allow her to see any curses placed on him or anomalies in his own magic.

Magical energy began swirling around them in the circle. There were two distinct threads mingling together. He couldn't tell which was his. The warmth reached his neck, face, and head until it burned white hot between his eyes. He felt himself begin to resist the feeling of something peering into him. But that something was familiar to him. And not unfriendly.

The energy continued to swirl slowly around them but seemed to grow in intensity. The threads of energy grew thicker and pulsed with a low glowing light.

With his eyes open, Nicholas could see that Charity was was perfectly still. Her chest not rising and falling with any breath. The short hairs on her head lifted and began to float back and forth as if she were drifting along underwater.

RE: Impractical Magic [Closed] - megs - 08-22-2019

“Close your eyes. You won't need them open for the spell.”

Charity did as Nicholas asked without question. A scholarly rivalry had existed between them for as long as she could remember but that did not mean she did not trust him. He was not a malicious person that wished to do her harm. He was simply a cocky and competitive magician, and they were the same in that way. While she was focusing on the strange incantation, he took her hand again and she let him, passive under his manipulation. Her brow furrowed, questioningly, and she was temped to open her eyes to see what he was binding their hands together with, but the oil he'd placed on his lids felt heavy, keeping her from doing so.

The magic continued to build around her and she felt like she was suspended in the energy of it. Everything faded away. Nicholas' voice reciting the incantation with her, and the general ambiance of the room. She could see even though her eyes weren't open, but it was no longer his bedroom she was seeing. It was just him, but also not him. His magic. Pinpoints of power within him like the brighter stars of a constellation. The colors of his aura swirling together like alcohol ink in water.

She searched this inner part of him for anything strange or out of place. She probed for malicious magics or anything that could have been left behind by the witch that meant him harm. Charity searched until the pressure of the spell was too much. A ridiculous amount of energy was at play and when she opened her eyes it felt like breaching the surface of the ocean after being underwater for so long. She inhaled deeply, but she couldn't pull away or exit the circle. She was still bound to Nicholas. She needed to do something with the force that was pushing against her, needed to dispel it or at least disperse it. Without thinking, she leaned forward and kissed Nicholas, pulling him closer with the hand she held.

It was only meant to be a kiss, something to bridge the energy between them, so it didn't over power her. It was only supposed to be a kiss, but her free hand went to his hair and he didn't pull away. It was only meant to be a kiss, but the hand on her hip wasn't exactly discouraging as she straddled his lap and he moved to accommodate her.

It was only meant to be a kiss, but-

Charity woke up suddenly. Like she had been having one of those dreams where you are falling. Her eyes adjusted quickly to the half-light of the room and she was face to face with Nicholas. His arm was around her middle and he was still fast asleep. She observed his face in slumber, without that cocky lift of his brow he was almost endearing. Tolerable even. Her tail tapped a nervous rhythm as she thought about the ritual they had performed and the sex they had had as a result of it. Charity blushed as she recalled the events.

RE: Impractical Magic [Closed] - saronym - 08-25-2019

From the assault, to the ritual, to the unexpected sexual encounter with his school rival, the evening had been a wild ride from the start. Nicholas was not one to fight against experiences thrown his way. On the contrary, he threw himself at such novel episodes with gusto. He had certainly relished in the ritual magic and in the way Charity led them to dispel what was left over. He fell asleep in a glowing halo of sexual satisfaction and with his arm strewn across Charity’s soft middle.

What a night.

The subtle tap tap of Charity’s tail on the mattress brought Nicholas just to the edge of consciousness. He smiled when he opened his eyes.

“Hey.”

Beatrice, on cue, scratch scratch scratched on the bedroom door asking to be let in. A lazy flicking motion with his hand and the door sung open to admit the little dog who’d been locked out of the room all night. She darted over to Nicholas’ side of the bed and raised up on two paws to scratch on the mattress asking to be let up. Whether the bed was too high or she refused to jump was unclear. It was obvious she had trained Nic into lifting her onto the bed. Which he did.

“I’m sorry, Bee.” He said nuzzling her her with his cheek. Nic dumped the little dog onto the bed and she made herself quite at home.

“Today’s going to be a long day.” He complained now to Charity. “I could sleep for another few hours. What a night, though, right?” He laughed and scratched his fingers through his hair taking notice now of the rosy tint to Charity's cheeks. She seemed frazzled by it all.

Who could blame her really. It had been such a strange night. Yet Nic was content to act as if it were all perfectly normal. And for all she knew, to him, such nights were perfectly ordinary.

RE: Impractical Magic [Closed] - megs - 08-26-2019

Charity blinked at Nicholas and she did not smile back. Her mouth was a thin line, her lips were pressed tightly together. Her tail picked up a quicker rhythm as he greeted her. Dark brows furrowed he was so casual. She didn't move otherwise, so his arm was still around her until he moved to help Beatrice into the bed.

The copper toy poodle trotted right up to her and licked her face a few times. Charity closed her eyes against the sensation and when the dog pulled away to settle on the bed in the space between them it was then that she became overwhelmed.

"I should go," she said suddenly, almost interrupting him while he was chuckling to himself about the previous night and the day ahead of them. She didn't share his amusement. Charity's face was reddening by the second. She pat Beatrice on the head one more time before rolling away from him and out of the bed. Obviously her nudity wasn't the problem because she collected her clothing from around the room, aware that he was likely watching her. Her ears were swept backwards towards the crown of her head.

She dressed quickly and finger combed her short locks. "Oh! You're fine by the way. I didn't see..." she gestured at him with one hand, indicating sort of the whole of him. "Anything. So, I think you're fine."