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middaeg2019-10-11 03:42 pm
hearthebell) wrote in middaeg2019-10-11 03:42 pm
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There's a planetary conspiracy against the likes of you and me [CLOSED]
Who: L and the SQUIP (open later to Mello and Alice)
When: Before the full moon
Where: Their apartment
What: Tying up some loose ends, discussing new arrivals and developments, and addressing things Bond-related and otherwise
Warnings: Mushy stuff? Will update if necessary!
[The effort has taken many days, no small amount of magic that tests the limits of L's capabilities as a witch... but as he stands more or less in the center of the living room, surveying his work along the upper edges of the walls, he decides that, finally, he is satisfied.
The border is unbroken and uncompromising. The protection spell is a powerful one, and so long as they abide by its rules, no one they want in this apartment should be in any danger while they remain inside its area of influence. It took a lot out of its caster, however, and L sits cross-legged on the floor, considering the blood he used, the way his back feels after bending at a certain angle to etch the magical symbols into the plaster. He's the only one in the apartment, now, and as usual, solitude and a job completed mean that he can actually acknowledge what hurts, what's empty, what needs maintenance and attention.
He should probably eat; coffee isn't a meal, even if he treats it that way often.
Soon he'll conceal the runes with another spell, an illusion to make the plaster appear smooth and unmarked without even a hint of the magic the walls are infused with. For now, he'll look at his handiwork just a little longer, double-checking his work and making sure that there's absolutely nothing he missed.]
When: Before the full moon
Where: Their apartment
What: Tying up some loose ends, discussing new arrivals and developments, and addressing things Bond-related and otherwise
Warnings: Mushy stuff? Will update if necessary!
[The effort has taken many days, no small amount of magic that tests the limits of L's capabilities as a witch... but as he stands more or less in the center of the living room, surveying his work along the upper edges of the walls, he decides that, finally, he is satisfied.
The border is unbroken and uncompromising. The protection spell is a powerful one, and so long as they abide by its rules, no one they want in this apartment should be in any danger while they remain inside its area of influence. It took a lot out of its caster, however, and L sits cross-legged on the floor, considering the blood he used, the way his back feels after bending at a certain angle to etch the magical symbols into the plaster. He's the only one in the apartment, now, and as usual, solitude and a job completed mean that he can actually acknowledge what hurts, what's empty, what needs maintenance and attention.
He should probably eat; coffee isn't a meal, even if he treats it that way often.
Soon he'll conceal the runes with another spell, an illusion to make the plaster appear smooth and unmarked without even a hint of the magic the walls are infused with. For now, he'll look at his handiwork just a little longer, double-checking his work and making sure that there's absolutely nothing he missed.]