#verse:witch

BRIDGE CITY SINNERS - "Witches' Wrath" - BRIDGE CITY SESSIONS

The perfect autumn evening brought a slow breeze causing fallen leaves to swirl about cyclonically before dispersing and landing in the tall grass. Frankly, he was glad to be away from the busyness of the town and out in an open meadow with a friend. Skye had all but beat Liv to the car before she could ask twice about taking the ride to the countryside for some star gazing. At the mention of her mother he nodded. Undoubtedly, the wisdom which had fallen from his lips had been passed down as well from his own. 

Playfully bouncing at her nudge he smiled, “You’re mother sounds like a wise woman.” Shifting his gaze from the night sky to an equally as holy sight– the woman sitting next to him. There was something to be said about a beautiful woman under the caress of moonlight. He was about to go on about how about the stars but he could see she was already convinced. With the suggestion of a beverage, he nodded, “Sounds good.”  

Something in his gut told him that Liv had an ulterior motive for their impromptu ride. Leaning forward he rested his arms on his knees as he caught her profile in time to catch the shiver, “Is everything alright?” He allowed a pregnant pause before pulling off his coat and offering it. 

Closed @overtureofchaos (Scott) 

It wasn’t anywhere nearing being over but Sasha had already had her fill with the Ostara celebration. While the ritual performed was beautiful it made her more than just a bit uncomfortable to see Scott. It has been months and while she found an excuse to skip out on Yule and Imbolic she knew she had to attend this event. Her standing in the coven depended on it. What as the alternative? The only other coven in a thirty-mile radius was her father’s and while she’d always be accepted and protected there she couldn’t agree with their dark workings. Stepping outside of the large Victorian home she strayed towards the garden. While winter had caused everything to sleep spring would soon awaken the lovely garden and bring it to its former glory. 

At this point, she was counting the minutes to leave given the fact she planned on meeting Brian afterward. A fellow teacher she’d begun dating a little over a month ago. While spring had hung in the air earlier the night brought its often promised chill. Regretting suddenly coming out here without a shaw she crossed her arms across her stomach. The cream beaded gown she wore back was left open making the night air all that more biting. 

Sensing someone before hearing anyone her shoulders straightened. She didn’t even have to turn to know it was him. Softly, his name fell from his lips as a form of a question, “Scott?” The two had not seen one another since their magical stalemate. One thing about the abysmal break up was each had something hanging over the head of the other. Turning around with arms still crossed she pursed her lips before asking, “What do you want?” 

It looked like a storm passed through the middle of the shop; a storm by the name of Nancy. By far seeing Mim upset was the worst of the damage. Everything else was fixable, but she wasn’t looking forward to it. Wanting to prolong the agitation from Aaron for as long as possible she kept mum. After all, this was his shop-his baby.  Nancy’s tantrum undoubtedly had to do with the fallout over their relationship. So Sasha felt a tad responsible and wanted to soften the blow for Aaron as much as possible. 

Standing in the middle of the room she took in the damage. Furniture, tool boxes, and equipment were overturned and scattered. Sasha’s books, purchase orders, and receipts had been shredded and covered the floor like freshly fallen snow. The front window and the door had been smashed out and they were missing office chair-she thinks. Lastly, the smell of whiskey permeated everything. Undoubtedly he’d been cleared out. 

It was late–way beyond the point of what most would consider a social call. Sasha knocked softly not wanting to wake Meghan given the hour. Giving up she was digging for frantically for her cell when the door opened spilling light into the dark night. Grateful he answered all she could do was stare for a moment with red-rimmed eyes; evidence that it had been a very long night. She almost couldn’t speak as throat was thick with fear. Finally, finding her voice she spoke, “Thank the gods your home. I’m in trouble.” 

As she blindly entangled herself with Victor, she needed some reassurance she was on the right path. The recent connection with Vinnie felt confirming, but she needed to hear he was even wanted before continuing any further. On two different occasions she’d picked up her cell to call her father for advice, but each time set it down thinking the sense of accomplishment would be greater if she went at it alone. Taking a chance on early Sunday morning she showed up on Vinnie’s doorstep and knocked gently. Something told Sasha the youngest Foster was a morning person. 

Once the door opened she beamed, competing with the sunshine flooding in, “Hey good morning, I was in the neighborhood and thought I’d take you up on that invitation.”