the woodland warrior

“Useful.”

“Nope.  Never gotten kicked out.”  

“A dollar? Where’s your mother?”

“Is that right?”

Past 7 PM.  Naturally, Joseph was late with whatever he was doing these days.  He sat in the living room, beside Naida and across from Xanthe and Alec, waiting on the psychic.  He leaned back, sighing out.  The front door opened and revealed the missing member of the team.   “Took your time, didn’t you?”

Based on the Color Wheel Theory of Love. Repost don’t reblog. Bold the traits of each type of love that are most relevant to your muse.

Muse: Kai  (bio)

ALL THESE TYPES OF LOVE ARE VALID WITH BOTH BENEFITS AND PITFALLS. PEOPLE EXHIBIT THEM IN DIFFERENT WAYS WITH DIFFERENT PEOPLE BUT TEND TO FOLLOW TRENDS. EVERYONE EXPERIENCES MORE THAN ONE.

PRIMARY LOVE

[EROS - ROMANTIC LOVE (Sensuality, Intensity, Passion)]

Feels strong physical and emotional connection through the relationship | Begins with a partner who is a stranger and evokes immediate excitement | May be exclusive but not possessive |Seeks early sexual adventure, variety and technique | Is ready for love and the risks.

[LUDUS - COMPETITIVE LOVE (Teasing, Attention, Fun Before Commitment)]

Is not ready to commit to anyone | Has no intention of falling in love | Is anxious about a partner who is too intimate | Allows early sexual activity only for fun, without emotional connections.

[STORGE - FAMILIAL LOVE (Loyalty, Siblings, and Friends, Commitment)]

Is not looking for love but is ready if encountered | Is quietly possessive but not overly jealous | Believes love comes from friendship but not a goal of life | Only has sexual desires after commitment is declared.

SECONDARY LOVE

[MANIA - OBSESSIVE LOVE (Obsessions, Possessiveness, Jealousy) - Ludus-Eros]

Is anxious about falling in love and has expectations of pain | Quickly becomes overwhelmed by thoughts of their partner | Forces partner into showing affection and emotion | Is easily frustrated and does not enjoy sexual intimacy | Is very possessive and jealous.

[AGAPE - ALTRUISTIC LOVE (Unbreakable, Forgiveness, Wholistic) - Eros-Storge]

Is attracted to several types of people | Meets people easily so most likely will begin with a stranger | Feels concern and care for each partner they have | Is neither jealous nor obsessive|Enjoys sex and is willing to improve it.

[PRAGMA - PRACTICAL LOVE (Rationality, Realism, Collaboration) - Storge-Ludus]

Is certain of their preferable “types” | Begins a relationship with an already familiar person |Believes a loving relationship is desirable for a happy life | Expects reciprocation with feelings| Believes sexual compatibility can be worked out.

“We just don’t see eye-to-eye on a lot of things.”

His magic and…the other lingers in the air around her, mingling with her own.  She can tell he’s disoriented enough as it and she should probably tell him to stay seated but she knows him well.  Radana’s rushed and knows they don’t have too much time.  If the spirit is connected to the night then she’d have to work fast.  The moon is waning gibbous tonight, nearly full. If it’s at all tied to it, then it will be powerful.   Closing her eyes, Radana breathes out, allowing her mind to wander as she focuses on the grimoire she needs.  A couple spells call to her and she flicks her hand and they fly off the shelves.  Snapping her eyes open, Radana moves to pick them up and throws them on the table with haste.  She breathes out and lets the pages move on their own accord.   At his question, Radana has to smirk to herself, cutting dark eyes to him.  In her experience with Kai, he’s never quite broke under pressure.  Always jesting, even on the battlefield (especially the battlefield, she supposes).  She’s used to the opposite, really.  Baffling revelations, grim conclusions, nervousness.  In the cases with Dominik, he’ll work quietly, knowing how much she appreciates the peace to think and finish the task at hand.  This brings a different type of layer to the mood, perhaps.   “We shall see, my friend.” Her fingertips graze over the old parchments until she uncovers the one she needs.  Damn.  Too much.  They don’t have a lot of time.  She rushes to get the kettle on, taking out a tea bag labeled FENNEL on it.  Within a drawer, she finds the clove and tosses it upon the table near the grimoire.  Taking out some dried rue and asafoetida, she finds her black marble bowl, throwing the herbs inside.  She points to the shelf full of colored candles.  

“I will need a green, black and white candle—begin burning them now,” she directs him. Turning back to the bowl of herbs, she places it in the center of the table and clearing anything else besides the book off its surface.  Her magic buzzes in the air, charging, as if sensing her need for it soon enough.  She rounds the side of the table, snatching Kai’s hand and before he could protest, she places the bag of clove within his palm.  The other stings her hand for a moment before withdrawing once again.  It’s not powerful enough.  Not yet. Looking at him with seriousness, “Keep this on your person.  It will help the spell grow.” Then she gestures to the chair.  “Sit.”  Her attention is drawn back to the grimoire.  She knows the words for it; that’s no problem.  It’s simply she has never expelled anything so hidden before, burrowed beneath a magical soul.  An old magic that she should have been used to.  No matter now—she would become victor, ruin and destroy it.  

Kai watches as the book flies off the shelves and as she finds what she’s been looking for.  He thinks of her magic, how easy these things come to her.  Just a flick of her wrist and she’s broken necks.  He prefers the blades, the daggers and the triumph that comes with the swing of an axe.  She was the quiet violence and power while he leaned towards the battle.  He remembers the times he found her in the aftermath, her magic afire around her, blazing hot, blood-covered and quietly standing there, a passive and malicious look in her eye.   He supposes she must be bored these days.  Doing tricks and little spells, like the kind he’s making her do now.  Her magic seems to have a bit of excitement to it, however, the kind he recognizes from years ago.  She prefers the challenge, much like Naida, he guesses.  Reasons why they must have bonded so closely.  Radana seeks out the challenges as much as she can but there’s a certain tinge to her mood when it falls right into her lap.   She scurries around the room and he places the grimoire back in his hand.  He does as he’s ordered, shuffling to the shelves full of different colored candles.  Green for healing, white for positivity and black to match the evil within him now.  He grabs all three and places them on the table.  He mutters a small word and they burn weakly before he waves a hand over them, allowing their flames to burn just a bit brighter.   Just then, she grabs his hand and thrusts a bag of something into his palm.  He raises an eyebrow to her before she’s explaining what it is.  Ah.  He glances down, recognizing it as clove.  Wordlessly, he slips it into his back pocket.  The feeling is almost instant.  There’s an odd sensation at the back of his neck, a chill creeping over his skin.  He swallows, going to sit as told, placing his hands on his knees and leaning back.  He takes a big breath and looks up at her.  He won’t tell her, but this makes him anxious.  Radana will take care of it, as she always has.  But if she doesn’t... The feeling begins to become harder to ignore, rushing over the rest of his body like a icy wave.  The tips of his fingers begin to lose some feeling and he understands that he will feel numb in a matter of minutes.   “Radana,” he grunts out, “It’s startin’.  You’re about to have a zombie in the room.”