Sweet like poisoned wine

Gillian Owens | Witch and Unashamed ::Under Construction::

[pevensiie]

Of course you're gonna see me again! We're gonna grow old together. It's gonna be you and me living in a big house, these two old biddies with all these cats. I mean, I bet we even die on the same day.

You swear?

[likebelladonna]

The Arrival | Gillian and Stiles

[humanbetastilinski-blog]

Stiles was sitting in his desk chair, homework spread over the desk surface and being completely ignored, by the way, as he stared down at his hands. After everything with Jackson (yay. still alive. he really shouldn’t be so unhappy about that really), Stiles still couldn’t help but remember the night of the rave. The feel of a handful of ash slipping from his palm, gritty as sand, until it was gone and the circle completed. He hadn’t had enough, he was sure of it. But no one had seen, and no one had asked- Scott almost dying and Mrs. Argent getting bitten of course trumped his little triumph and wow he was a bitter almost 17 year old (closer to 17 than 16 and damn it, he was going to own it). He’d never even had a chance to ask Deaton, plus he didn’t trust Deaton anyway. If only there was someone he could trust. Someone who knew something about… something that seemed a hell of a lot like… like magic.

Just thinking the word made him remember the smell of rosemary. His mom had a some growing in their yard, and year round, that little plant grew and stayed green. His mom always winked and whispered, “it’s magic” when he’d asked. There was a slight buzzing in his head, the faint remembrance of heat on his lips from a candle and his mother’s whispered stories of a curse, that he quickly shook away. Just memories of her… they still hurt. He couldn’t look too closely.

He jumped, chair skidding and rolling back, as the wheels squealed loudly. That voice…

“Au-Aunt Gilly?” Stiles gasped loudly as he leapt to his feet. Arms pinwheeling, he stumbled across his bedroom floor. Stiles smacked into his windowsill before scrabbling at the window and shoving it upwards. Sure enough, Aunt Gilly stood outside, a cat at her feet and that witchy smile on her face. “Aunt Gilly!” Stiles repeated, overjoyed, before jerking out of sight and running full-tilt and slightly off balance out to her. The hug he flung around her shoulders had him lifting her right off her feet as he laughed. “You came to visit? Really? I was beginning to think you were my imaginary friend,” Stiles half-joked as he buried his face against her shoulder and breathed deep the wild, familiar smell of her. So much like his mom…

[likebelladonna]

“That’s what happens when I’m politely asked not to visit.” She replied with a laugh as he lifted her. She felt positively tiny in his exuberant embrace, feet off the ground and his arms warm around her. Gilly could smell Sally Claudia on him, warm and sweet as he remembered her. Thinking of her always brought her scent back, the curl of the lotions that she made and the garden that she always tended. Gilly could feel her sister in the lavender and rosemary that positively surrounded the house - though Claudia had of course made it seem like the plants were placed seemingly at random. 

“You’ve gotten so big!” she exclaimed because she just couldn’t hold it in. The last time she’d seen him in person had been years ago, when he was still a child and not a grown person that could drive. She detangled herself from him to stand on her own two feet. She had to look up to see his face, and that was strange but not in a bad way.

Her cat weaved between Stiles’ legs, rubbing his face against the teen’s feet and ankles. “I’ve got a room at a little place in town. I’m here for a while because it was beyond time that I pay my favorite nephew a visit.” Gilly smiled sweetly at him, teasing laughter in her voice.

[likebelladonna]

The Arrival | Gillian and Stiles

humanbetastilinski

Gillian was positively sick of waiting. Sure, she'd promised Claudia that she wouldn't show up until her nephew was eighteen, but c'mon. She could feel him through the family link, and he needed her to teach him, and that was worth breaking the promise to her sister. 

She pulled her hair back into a messy ponytail and stretched; it was going to be a trying few days, but she was up for it if it meant helping another Owens witch get a handle on their powers. Gillian meowed softly, calling to her cat. It was time to pack and she'd need to animal's firm voice to remind her to pack more than just their small spellbook and a few tank tops.

-

She arrived in Beacon Hills just before sunset, three days before Yule. Northern California was cooler than she would have liked, but a bit of concentration she was able to wrap a warm bubble of air around herself; much better than having to dig a coat from her car. Her cat sat at her feet on the sidewalk in front of the Stilinski home. Lights were on inside, and she knew that she could just knock and John would greet her warmly enough. But... but.

Przemysław, come outside?

[sulietsexual]

She waited for her lover to rescue her. But he never came. No one came. In a moment of despair, she cast a spell upon herself that she would never again feel the agony of love. But as her bitterness grew the spell turned into a curse. A curse on any man who dared love an Owens woman.

[letusignite-blog]

We’re gonna grow old together. It’s gonna be you and me living in a big house, these two old biddies with all these cats. I bet we even die on the same day.