we have a complex relationship with our sisters and our cousins

[dark_light]

Amariah is starting a circle in her yard - minting and enchanting can pull heavier duty than witchcraft, and faster, too, but they won't scale unless she wants to hand out copies of her trump cards; novel spells will, since there are many witches across the globe.

And then Jane asks if she wants to be visited, by Juliet's Sherlock - Minus - and Amariah's reply is "Sure, I could take a break." Because she's been at this for a while now and was just about to wish a crick out of her back for the second time this afternoon.

She puts down her pitcher of oil and waits for him to appear.

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[dark_light]

Hugs.

[eversomuchfun]

Definitely hugs.

[dark_light]

Time wears on.

Six days have gone by without a flicker from Jane.

The house is quiet, its occupants asleep.

[eversomuchfun]

Sherlock is asleep, too. He managed to fess up about needing to do it uninterrupted.

So when a small furry spotted creature appears curled up on his pillow, he is startled enough to wake up, and therefore so is she.



"Well," says Sherlock.

"Fuck," says his daemon.

He snorts.

[dark_light]

In the next room, Amariah sits up in her hammock.

[...Sherlock?]

[eversomuchfun]

By way of answer, he conferences his daemon into the call.

[You'll never guess what just happened,] she says brightly.

[dark_light]

[Your wish wore off. I woke up from a sudden lack of zombie-sensation in the vicinity. Damn. Um, hi, Sherlock's daemon.]

[What are you?] Path wants to know.

[eversomuchfun]

[A genet, apparently,] says Sherlock's daemon. [How marvellously obscure.]

"Merciful fuck, you're more sarcastic than I am," says Sherlock. "I'm not sure I believe it."

[dark_light]

[Have you got a name?] Path asks.

[eversomuchfun]

[Not inherently. Perhaps 'Subtrahend',] she snorts.

[dark_light]

[That's cute,] says Amariah.

[eversomuchfun]

[Isn't it just?] says Subtrahend.

[dark_light]

[Precious. Well, I'm through with recreational sleeping now, I wasn't even having any interesting dreams.]

[eversomuchfun]

[Alas,] says Sherlock.

[dark_light]

[Rather. Are you going back to sleep or can I have a look at Subtrahend?]

[eversomuchfun]

[No, by all means, come and visit.]

[dark_light]

Amariah slips out of her hammock and visits.

[eversomuchfun]

Sherlock is sitting in his bed wearing conjured pajama pants - light blue, adorned with fluffy white sheeps.

His daemon is perched on his shoulder with her long fluffy tail curled around in front of her little feet.

[dark_light]

"Awww," says Amariah. Path flutters from her shoulder to the bedpost for a closer look at the genet daemon.

[eversomuchfun]

"I'm prettier than you," Subtrahend says loftily.

[dark_light]

"You're lovely," says Path, "but no."

[eversomuchfun]

"Am too," she says.

Sherlock laughs.

[dark_light]

"Nope," says Path, and he extends a wing and preens.

"I feel like I'm in the sixth grade again," remarks Amariah.

[eversomuchfun]

"Were contests of this sort a frequent feature?"

[dark_light]

"Oh yes, but throw in all the daemons shapeshifting constantly to win."