;; darlin' carmen

“I have my moments.” The last thing he wanted was to go back, time was supposed to go forward, not back, everything that happened was to happen, it brought him to Carmen and then centuries later brought them both to Lelia. “Yes, yes I think you would, you would think that some lesser warlock or demon was trying to make their life more interesting posing as you and a fight would certainly break out. And to think if past me, kissed current you? I shudder to think of it.” He says with a mocking smile but he could see the scene playing out perfectly. “Remember that snobby gem dealer in Rome? I’m thinking bigger than that. I happen to remember a story about a large collection of jewels being housed in some too rich for taste businessman’s penthouse. We got the information too late and he already had them moved to a high tech vault and we were on our way out of the country. I’m thinking a do over.”

A slow pout began to form as he spoke, mainly because he wasn’t at all wrong. That is exactly what she would think, and if past him kissed current her, she would still consider it a betrayal. “So what you’re saying is, you wouldn’t even notice it wasn’t past me? You’d cheat on me, with me?” Twisting his words, she feigned a scoff and offended look, but she was only messing around. “Two women in your life and you’re still insatiable, shame on you.” A grin finally broke out, bubbling into a soft laugh as she locked her arms around his waist, resting her chin on his chest and looking up at him tentatively as he spoke. “A do over.” Carmen hummed, mentally picturing those exact jewels in her mind brought a sparkle to her brown orbs. “I’m in,” as if she ever wouldn’t be. She’d felt really put out when they got moved and they missed their chance to steal them. “He only has them so he can say he does. Doesn’t even appreciate them.” So really, the jewels would be much better off with them, right?

“The plan wasn’t to get trapped,” he didn’t think anyone would plan to get caught in a crystal cage.  He looked at her for a moment when she asked how to let him out of it.  Did she not know about magic?  It was a fairly simple trap.  "You just move one of the crystals,“ he gestured at one of the five crystals surrounding him.

“Yeah, I can see that, but this is a charmed one trap. How do I know something isn’t going to go boom if I move one.” Her brow raised, as if her scepticism was fairly warranted. Sighing, she stood up and walked closer. “Alright, if I explode just know my husband breathes fire and my girlfriend will floor you with one punch.” There’s a hint of a smile on her features, upper body leaning back, she used her foot to knock the crystal out of place. 

Beckett’s attention to the brunette woman with a fixed glare.  "Of course this wasn’t my plan,“ he didn’t think anyone would plan to appear in a crystal cage.  "The stairs might have led to questions.”  Ones that he didn’t want to answer.  Flaming into the attic was supposed to help him avoid any questions.  It didn’t seem like that was going to happen.  

“Right, and landing yourself in a cage wouldn’t raise any at all...” Both brows now lifted, she chuckled and shook her head, more at his frustration than anything else. “So I have no issue letting you out of... That,” in reference to the cage. “But I have no idea how.” 

“I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone so damn moody.” A small laugh escapes the blonde’s lips as the younger girl leaves the sparring area. “I thought kids were supposed to be all happy go-lucky and shit.” Carina admitted with a small chuckle before then nodding. “Alright, I’m down, just don’t get too upset if you break a nail.”

“Just a sore loser,” she widened her grin, shrugging as she stepped around, giving a few small stretches as if she was getting prepared. “Honey,” she made a ‘tsk tsk’ sound with her tongue, paired with a mischievous smirk as she readied her ‘weapon’. “Never underestimate a lady with nails. You start, blondie, me and my nails will do our best not to be broken...” 

“You and me both, not gonna lie.” She replied as she shook her head at the other’s words. “I’m pretty sure everyone’s done it more than once and nothing has happened, so yeah, fucking go for it, who cares?”

“Yeah? Guessing you’re a time baby too then, huh?” At least that’s what she was calling them/herself. “Yeah? See that’s what I thought. Time travel is elusive to me but looking at these charmed ones, they could write a book on it. I’ll ask them for tips.” 

“Trust me I know. I would love to go back to my own time and not have to worry about messing up my future. All of our futures.” The thought of having a little fun while they were still there was also appealing. Peyton had to try to contain herself and do it was best for not only her family but everyone who had to go back to the future. “It doesn’t mean you can’t go and see. You would just have to be careful that you don’t run into anyone you know. Also if you go take me with you. I already miss traveling even if it’s to LA.”

“Which Leprechaun?” Henry asks while he sits back in his seat trying to remember who they sent a thank you note to. “Oddly enough, I think it was Andrew.” He finally says with a shrug, he would have thought the name would be more…Irish sounding but who the hell knew. “My wife has a pretty good standing with them.” He didn’t know much more about it than that and he had learned not to ask too many questions because it only made his head hurt. “That obvious huh? Yeah, I would fall under that category, my wife and I are expecting our first children, twins in a few months and yet here I am with three full grown kids running about. I was just starting to get my head wrapped around having babies coming and now its- a lot.” He felt like he drowning, taking on so much at once. “Where do you fall in with all this?”

“Whiskey.” She chuckled. “Which whiskey. I only know two Leprechauns, not that I intentionally seek them out. All that rainbow shit and spreading good luck... Little cringe for my tastes.” She half smiled, giving him a slight nod. “Who is your wife? If you don’t mind me asking. I’ve been trying to create family trees in my head for the last week, it’s really confusing to look right and see a baby, just to turn left and see that same baby as a whole ass adult.” She was so glad Lottie was still the age she was supposed to be and, to her knowledge, didn’t have an adult version of herself running around. “It’s more than a lot. I’m only a spectator and even I feel like my head hurts.” Carmen attempted to sympathize. “No idea, pal. I was happily going about my business in my own timeline.” Sighing, she gave a little shrug. “My family were brought back too though, which is good. Well, it’s good for me, I think I’d be in full panic stations if they weren’t here too. Imagine being with someone for two centuries and then being separated not by death, but time travel brought on by an unknown force? Yikes, man.” Though, giving it a little thought, she was overly concerned for Leila and Lottie, worried that whatever was going down here would somehow get one or both of them hurt. 

“I definitely do not think it’s a good idea. Because we don’t really know the effects of it.” Peyton said honestly because that was her biggest worry was messing up her future. Knowing that they would probably have to go back to it at some point. “But if you wanna do it there’s no one really stopping you right?”

“At least its still a year with indoor plumping, so I can’t complain much.” He mutters, nothing worse than having to use an outhouse or not have hot running water. “I think that it might end up in a fight either way and its less a headache to not tempt fate. Besides, I much father have you here.” He adds wrapping his arms around his wife. “Though later, we can start planning something big.”

“.......... Okay, good point.” There was a small grimace on her face as she recalled those days, days she would certainly hate to go back to much more than this year. “Fight? With myself? Would I ever? I was actually just thinking about doing a little dance, make a little love, you know?” A mischievous pouted danced on her lips, hands sliding up his front to tap her fingertips against his chest. “Oh? Keep saying things like that,” she smirked. “How big are we talking?” 

Henry was never a big drinker, sure he’d have a beer once in awhile, maybe a couple while watching a game or hanging out with others, social drinker, he was sure was the term but he had a lot going on these last few weeks and it was wearing the poor man down. Life was never dull with Paige and the same could be said for her family. “You know I thought it was weird at first when we got a wedding gift from a leprechaun, now I’m grateful. They know their whiskey.”

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“Which one?” Seating herself opposite with her own glass, she crossed one leg over the other. “Leprechauns are curious beings.” She’d met a couple of them in her time, one of which she would certainly not consider a friend, but the other? He was funny. “The only one I know and enjoy is called Riley. He knows his gold.” And naturally, she was a fan of collecting anything gold. “You’re kinda looking a little pale if you don’t mind me saying. Let me guess, you’re one of the parents who’s having to deal with adult children from the future popping on in?”

“If you can’t get back up after being beat down, will you ever learn?” Carina reassured the person she had been training as she held her staff down and helped them up. “Come on, kid, you need a hand?” @xcfstartersx​

“The kid looks like she might need a double shot of whiskey.” Judging by the scowl and the way they pushed themselves up without the help of the blonde. Carmen was seated close by as she watched them huff and walk off to the door. “Oh dear.” Pulling a face that clearly showed amusement. “Someone’s touchy.” Pushing herself to her feet, she picked up the spare staff. “I’ll spar with you.” Hey, why not, right? “You know, if you think you can take me.”

Beckett was going to check the book of shadows for any entries on Lilith.  Flaming directly into the attic because he didn’t want to deal with any Halliwells.  He was sure that he would get a lot of push back to see the book as he was a stranger to most of them.  He stepped forward and was instantly knocked back.  "Motherfu..,“ he started to say as he realized that he just teleported into a crystal cage trap.  Guess that answered his question if they were on edge or not.  He took a deep, frustrated breath as he looked around at the predicament that he put himself in. @xcfstartersx​

She wasn’t entirely sure what she was doing up here, besides the obvious snooping around looking for something exciting. Old crystals, shiny objects to admire. The book did little to take her attention away from those things but catching sight of flames she lifted her head from the box she was looking in. “Hello.” Carmen raised a brow. “Guessing that wasn’t part of your plan, huh?” There’s a slight chuckle that escapes her, unable to find a little amusement in the situation. “You should have taken the stairs.”