#witchcraftfic

Scott sighed, rubbing his eyes with his free hand. "...Maybe. What time even is it, anyway?"

"It's four in the morning, Scott," Joey huffed. The ravenhead could hear the padding of the man's socked feet before a weight settled on his shoulders and arms were slung around his neck. "Are you gonna come to bed willingly or will I have to drag you?"

Scott let out a small laugh, but quickly set himself straight. "Sorry, can't sleep tonight. 'M too far deep in this book, it'll be weird for me to stop right before finishing."

"Since when have you ever cared about being weird?" Joey's smug grin was all too audible in his words, tugging a groan from Scott's lips.

"You know what I mean."

The weight was suddenly lifted from his shoulders. "I do, and I'm not having it." Before Scott could protest, Joey had rounded his chair and plopped himself right on the desk.

"What are you doing?" Scott questioned, a brow raising at the man's antics.

"Making you go to sleep." Joey smirked, and Scott couldn't help rolling his eyes.

"If I agree to go take a ten minute nap, will you be happy?"

"Deal. As long as I get snuggles."

“Witch of Prophecy,” they greeted with the swinging of the opened door and a smile.

Lizzie stepped inside, removed her hood and went to work unlacing her boots. “It is a pleasure, Witch of Time. I trust the last few years have treated you well?”

“Can’t exactly get much worse from here,” said Cleo, picking at a stitch, and all pretence of formality was dropped. Two old friends met once again, as they did so rarely, but always with the mark of cheer and relaxation.

The Witch of Time offers a spell of eternal youth to those who can pay the price; Lady Elizabeth of Shadow is one such interested customer. (Except perhaps there’s more to be said about growing old than it appears.)

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"Glad he's helping you instead of spending all his time buried in the necronomicon, though, right?" "Yeah," Cleo laughs. "God knows this relationship would crash and burn in minutes if I wasn't dragging him through the motions." El squints. "Relationship?"

(While Scott sleeps off his overwork, El finds out what it means to be in a coven with him and Cleo. Nonstandard understandings of relationships abound.)

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