"Can’t I just use yours?" Amarine reached out, trying to grab the cards from her mother, who leaned back to hold them out of reach. "No. You can’t let other people touch them. The magic won’t work." "Just to play with?" She pouted as Morrigan glanced over at one of the sticks of incense. "No. We don’t ‘play’ with these things, Amarine." She gave a small pout as the door was pushed open. Royce had to blink in the room, the faint smell of burning incense touching him before the sight. Amarine and Morrigan sat on the floor, sitting crossed legged with a few cards with strage designs laying out. "What are you two doing in here?" Amarine opened her mouth, but Morrigan got it first. "Choosing a virgin to sacrifice on the next new moon. Care to join?" Royce blinked, but heard Zarek yawn as he emerged from his room. "I’ll um, go show Zarek where we moved the coffee."
The door creaked as Zarek pushed it open. The light spilled just enough to show his father’s face, his jaw relaxed and mouth slightly opened, and the black wave of his mother’s hair across his chest. He bit his lip before padding into the room, walking over to the other side of their bed to try to avoid waking his father. The young prince had to stand on his tiptoes to reach far enough to tug on the hem of his mother’s pale night gown. Nothing. He tugged harder and patted on her bared ankle, earning a small mumble and a shift. Blue eyes gazed at him as she lifted her head slightly. “Zarek?” He nodded as she reached up to push stray strands out of her face. “What is it?” He shifted, glancing up at his dad when he made a low noise. Morrigan gave a small sigh and pushed herself up, somehow not waking Lescot. She made a motion as she walked towards the door and he followed. The large oak door closed with a soft click but Morrigan blinked, trying to adjust to the light in the hall. “Now what is it, Zarek?” “I can’t sleep.” “Can’t sleep?” He shook his head, causing a strand of his messy raven hair to fall in his face. “Maybe it’s from drinking your dad’s coffee after he said not to, hmmm?” She gave a small groan, but patted the side of her leg as she walked down the hall, “Come then.”
-salutes and throws a bucket of paint at the wall- Wanna help? -sing song voice- It’ll be fuuuunn.
-hesitates- Well, er- this isn’t what I normally do but… -rolls up sleeves and picks up a bucket- …worth a try. Tell me what to do with this.
-smiles big- It’s fun, dad!
Wouldn’t doubt it. Just don’t get hurt while you’re sliding. And wash up.
That’s…. *rubs his chin* quite a pattern you have going on there
*forever judges zarek*
*never sees anything wrong in aurelia*
*never sees anything wrong in aurelia either*
*doesn’t know what to think of royce*
I finally got my ass back on this account))
Rayne walked towards the coffee shop where she was supposed to be meeting up with Lescot in order to train him. He’d be around for a while until it was determined that he was read to go in the field by himself.
She had met him a few times prior and so there were no worries on her end— he was very intelligent and resourceful, skills that were definitely a plus in the chosen field.
Lescot believed the internship program would not only give him hands on experience in the field, but look good in his resume. He went through the interview process and got to know Rayne pretty well, and she seemed like someone who knew she was doing.
After class, he entered her office and put on his badge, which rested on her desk. Plastering on a fake smile, he was determined to prove just how resourceful and able he was in the field of FBI. “Good afternoon, miss. What are my tasks for today?”