#!garth

8.5???? rude, garth. i deserve at least a 9 for the magical girl transformation that comes standard with all my dramatic rescues

(I have to contend with 'fuckass', deal with it.)

i. faelord and if you slip down, down, into the velvet stillness of the climax forest, the shadows may play a game with you, darting between broad sentinels and narrow birches, dusting you with dried leaves and dandelion spore. you might catch a glimpse of him, sinuous and sinewy, horns wide and winding and intertwined with willow fronds. if you fall, the moss will welcome you, tree roots twining ‘round you, the earth pulsing and rolling, a sensuous heartbeat. you’ll laugh, and writhe, and give in, and when you do, you’ll see him, tall and lithe and brown, faunlike, curious, and he’ll smile -- one part wonder, two parts hunger -- and you’ll do anything he asks.

ii. magelight and if you cast your eyes upon one of the tomes strewn about a dim and unassuming library, if you spread it open upon the rich wooden desk under lights with no discernible source, you’ll notice that there are no straight lines of words strung into sentences strung into paragraphs -- but strange characters twisting and winding into and out of shapes, circles twirling each other in a slow infinite dance, an arcane pulse of colour and light that eats at your eyes and snatches at your astral body. but just before the todash darkness yawns great and vast before you, foolish curious creature, the book will slam closed and he’ll be staring at you, stern and rebuking, but you won’t notice as the chiding look softens into amusement because you’ll be just as hypnotised by the librarian’s glowing shifting tattoos -- had you not seen something just as wondrous, a mere moment before...? -- and snow-white hair as you’d been by the book whose contents you’re already beginning to blissfully forget. you’ll ask him questions because you know he’ll know the answers, but he won’t give them to you. he’ll only see you safely home, through every darkness, his soft pulsing glow leading the way.

"And there's nothing else you know about the attack?" Bela's American accent was flawless, as was her journalistic skills. 

"Not at this time ma'am. We'll release a press statement as soon as we can..."

Bela wanted to punch the guy. A paper pusher with delusions of self importance. That condescending smirk needed to be wiped off his face.

Still, Bela smiled tightly. "Well, thank you for your time, Officer Boyd." Bela stood up and made her way outside into the heat. 

It was a vampire attack. She was sure of it. Probably the same group that had attacked her and Meri. But she needed more information. Which was why she was armed with her skirt suit and her press badge.

Didn't get her far this time though. She knew she wasn't in the right mindset for it...