and a wolf will move among the lambs

[impetuous_force]

It's that afternoon after school when Bella next visits the Witchnook. (She already made another nighttime visit to pick up her powder, and it's safely stashed under the false bottom in the box full of notebooks under her bed.) This time she just needs beetle wings and a reasonably clear chunk of quartz. Her books and the goldvine bramble she ordered aren't in yet.

Comments

[impetuous_force]

"Seriously, what the hell, you - what the hell, why. Would it be interesting to see what I'd do if Recurring Nightmare Star hugs me, is that it?"

[eversomuchfun]

"No."

[impetuous_force]

"Maybe I've done something to fucking offend you and you suspect I wouldn't like it and your vindictive streak is operative and you could've had plausible deniability about it so I wouldn't call the US fucking ADI on you, come on, tell me," she says, rubbing at one eye.

[eversomuchfun]

"I cannot meaningfully answer the question because if I told you the truth you would not believe it. Form whatever theory you like. It will be wrong."

[impetuous_force]

"You know what," she says, checking for the car again, finding it still parked, "take the scrying water back, I'll buy mint oil and - and a divining lens -" She gets up and puts the water bottle on the counter. "And then you can prove it, if you want." She has named the ingredients for a lie detection spell.

[eversomuchfun]

"Fine," he says. He processes the return of the scrying water.

[impetuous_force]

She collects a little bottle of mint oil, and a green scrying lens, jaw set, shivering occasionally.

[eversomuchfun]

Sherlock sells her those items instead.

[impetuous_force]

Bella sits down right in front of the register, smears the oil onto the lens, and murmurs the words of the spell. She has this one memorized; it's too conspicuous to actually use, but she liked the idea behind it.

She relaxes, obviously, massively, when the magic goes through her, and then she caps the rest of her mint oil, puts it in her bag, and turns around and holds up the oiled lens in front of one of her eyes.

"Something to say?" she murmurs.

[eversomuchfun]

"I like you, as ridiculous as that is. I am upset that you're upset and I want to help. Vampires can form meaningful personal connections, we just usually don't with humans because most of us think of you as ambulatory juiceboxes. I was never going to kill you, and while I'm at it I also don't mean to kill anyone else in this town, or on this planet, or ever again if I can help it. Is that enough truth for you or would you like some more?"

[impetuous_force]

"Spell lasts half an hour."

[eversomuchfun]

"Brilliant," he says dryly. "I'm on a roll, why stop now. Losing Tony felt like being messily deprived of all my vital organs and it did not stop feeling like that after I woke up. I went after the Gem of Amara because in the year since that time I've regularly contemplated killing myself and the only thing that puts off the urge is having something interesting to do with my time. For reasons that escape me me, this business with going to high school qualifies as worth living for, but it probably won't do that forever. You're a far likelier prospect but if you find my company that distressing I might just prefer to leave town. Questions?"

[impetuous_force]

"Did you expect me not to find your company distressing, considering?"

[eversomuchfun]

"If I'd been in your place, as a human or otherwise, I wouldn't have been especially upset. I didn't realize until now how much you differed from that."

[impetuous_force]

Bella seems to be out of questions.

She stands there, still holding the lens, staring at him.

[eversomuchfun]

"I don't recall ever lying to you," he adds, "and I don't especially intend to start. The only lie I have to keep up at the moment is John Escott and you already know all about him."

[impetuous_force]

Bella lowers the lens slowly.

[eversomuchfun]

He shrugs.

[impetuous_force]

"...Thanks," she says after a silence.

[eversomuchfun]

"You're welcome," he says dryly.

[impetuous_force]

"How exactly would I constitute something to stay alive for?"

[eversomuchfun]

"At the risk of having another circular conversation about it - you're interesting."

[impetuous_force]

"If I cease to interest you, what happens?" she asks, lifting the lens again.

[eversomuchfun]

"How the fuck should I know? Maybe I leave. Maybe I give the ring back and set myself on fire. I don't expect it to happen."

[impetuous_force]

"Why don't you expect it?"