when: thursday, april 24th, evening
where: park on the outskirts of town
status: closed for @aidaxaman
This might possibly be one of the craziest weeks of her life— or at least in a long while. First the meeting with Genevieve, then her weird conversation with Ari and Maia, her strange night in the cemetery with Cole and then Aida suddenly disappearing, and honestly a multitude of other things. The mystery of who was behind the post submission and article still weighed heavy in her mind— but heavier still was the mildly terrifying possibility of witch hunters. The thought of them and what she had read about Joseph Bishop had been lurking in the back of her skull for days now.
Sighing softly, the Thai witch placed a badly rolled joint to her lips, the gloss flashing bright in the glow of the moon, inhaling the cannabis smoke mixed with tobacco; then exhaling back into the crisp night air. She was waiting for Aida— sure it was a strange place to meet, but there was a bit of awkwardness surrounding them due to current events. Many of the other witches were whispering about Aida and why she hadn’t been at the meeting, where she had gone, if she was involved or guilty in anyway- Carter didn’t listen to such nonsense. In fact it had made her a bit angry.
Was she hurt Aida had kept her out of the loop? Honestly a bit, but that didn’t mean she suspected her of anything— there was no way Aida had a hand in any of this mess. “I know it’s a weird place to meet and it’s late but, I kind of just wanted to relax and feel like a teenager smoking pot at the neighborhood park again—“ the necromancer began jokingly when she heard and saw the electric witch approaching. She took another drag of her spliff before awkwardly clearing her throat, leaning her back against one of the trees in the park.
“Long time no see.”
