This was a stupid, stupid idea, but really, Liam wasn’t expecting it to work. He didn’t care how many family legends there were about his grandmother being a witch, or having a pact with otherworldly entities there were, he just didn’t believe in them. Sure Grandma Lucy had been a strange old lady who was way to into her herb garden and candle collection, and the fact that she had insistently given him all of her old books written in latin to him before she died, instead of his cousin who could actually speak it - it was odd, but it wasn’t exactly unusual for his family. So instead, highschool aged Liam had tucked the books into the back of a box and forgotten all about them. Now, graduated and in an apartment of his own, he had stumbled upon them, and begun the work of trying to translate one of the pages -and once he had, well. It was supposed to be something to summon - something, the words at the top and bottom had been faded, the only clear text remaining appearing to be a series of instructions. But he was bored, and the storm raging outside had shut down the entire city, so what was the harm? It wasn’t like it would work, and setting up something like this would at least entertain him. So before long, he was sitting on his floor crosslegged in the kitchen, having drawn a crude version of the shapes in the books and lit the candles, before reaching for the book and slowly, haltingly, reciting the words written on the pages. // @deadromantcs
