Sticky Sweet Riddled Magic

Ridley Le Fay - Descended from Morgan Le Fay - Master Sorceress - Fond of cherry suckers ***** Ridley Le Fay, pleased to meet you, I'm sure! Be careful what you ask for... Knowing me, you'll end up getting it... and a little more.

[riddledmagic]

Heartache To Heartache || Haven&Ridley

Ridley sat in a dimly lit corner of a hole in the wall bar in some part of the Big Apple she hadn't cared to explore before.  It wasn't the best, or the worst part of town.  It was something different... out of her norm.  And exactly what she needed.

She almost felt uneasy, sitting off to the side in the miniscule light.  Usually she would have perched herself in the middle and presented herself in the most alluring manner she could fathom.  But today she didn't want to attract the flies, as it were.  She wanted peace and solitude.  She cracked a peanut open and contemplated taking a trip to Underhill to visit the Brewmaster and indulge in a drink worthy of her tolerance.

She sighed and slumped forward, letting her hair fall around her face and curtain her off from the rest of the world.

The one they called Psylocke had done a true number on her.  For so many years she had carefully built walls around that era of her past.  Viktor had been the that filled her lungs... And as most love stories went, her breath left her one day, gasping and clawing for breath.

There was a reason she had cursed her tears over him to freeze in their tracks... But lately, she just couldn't shake it. 

A feeling rippled over her, a kindred emotion.  It was strong, and raw.  She looked up from her solitude of draped her and down the bar.  A few seats away was a young woman, clutching a glass of something dark and smooth.  Ridley watched her, and in her eyes she could see it: the heartache from being broken.

Before she gave herself enough time to think it through, she hopped off her stool and sauntered over to the girl.  She closed back in on the bar beside her and patted the surface.

"Her next round is on me." She nodded at the tender.  She pulled out a stool and sat herself and her drink down beside the stranger.

She looked at her, knowingly.  "And make it a double!" She called as she continued to stare at the girl.  She hoisted her glass and clinked it against her new-found bar mate's.  "To the assholes who keep bars in business."  With that she turned up her glass and drained it.

[riddledmagic]

Which Witch? || Jenna&Ridley

Ridley Le Fay sat in a coffee shop, some hole in the wall place that wasn't famous for tourists in the grand city.  Someone stalked past her in a hurry and the commotion caused her to look up from the book splayed over her delicate lap.  As she looked up her eyes caught the sight of her reflection.  She lifted her face up and smoothed a hand down her neck, admiring the glamour she had concocted for herself.

She was still laying low, so to speak.  The promise and thrill of the deal couldn't yet entice her back into her work just yet.  Elizabeth had ripped open years of carefully built walls in her mind.  She closed her eyes and placed fingers against her left temple, For a moment she entertained the idea of paying Giles LeBeau a visit... his specialty was that of erasing memories, was it not.

She smiled despite her roiling memories.  That had been a most extraordinary deal while it lasted.  Alternate realities always were, though.

She brought in a cleansing breath and flipped the page of the tome.  It was a new addition to her collection of grimoires.  Of course, to the eyes of the people around her it looked like a simple textbook.

The spells so far were not intricate, and to her level, child's play.  She huffed at the pages, now annoyed with the price that she had battered for it.

She had just placed her head in her palm when a feeling tugged on her senses.

Magick.  She lifted her head and peered around the expanse of the shop.  Someone powerful was near.  She straightened in her seat and closed the grimoire.

Her eyes began to bleed through their true color as she regarded the patrons again.  The irises changed from light brown to a dazzling concoction of jade, gold and silver.

Humans, a couple mutants... but there! Standing at the check out was a woman whose aura shimmered.

Witch Ridley pegged her.  But her aura was subdued, contained.  As she always did, Ridley became curious.  She made a decision hastily as the woman turned to leave.  When she was close by, Ridley made to stand and purposefully caused her movements to be clumsy.

"Oh, my god! I'm so sorry!" She exclaimed as the book she had been holding fell open on the ground at the woman's feet.  She had let the glamour fade from its pages, leaving its true form open to perception.

She looked down at the book and then back up to the stranger, wondering if there would be any recognition of what the tome was...

[feedyourvanity]

[riddledmagic]

Meet Viktor, Ridley's past lover.  He haunts her memories, and their relationship ended in such a state that Ridley cursed her tears to freeze when she cries over him.

[wazowski-birkhoff]

[swa-agency]

Willa Holland

ContentMode #12

Photographer - Jaesung Lee

Hair - Aviva Perea / Starworks Artists

Makeup - Adam Breuchaud / Starworks Artists

[riddledmagic]

Cat & Mouse || Tom&Ridley

The only places Ridley found bearable in the modern mundane world were libraries.  Especially well-to-do New York libraries that were named after people.  She liked the smell of the worn leather bound tomes, the aged paper and long-ago printed ink.  She often liked to peruse the cookbooks.  They were the spell book of house wives… And she had to admit, mundane food wasn’t completely unpalatable.

She also liked to visit the chemistry books.  Another mundane spell book of sorts.  It was in this section she sat in the middle of an aisle, a large text book spread out in front of her when she felt his presence.  Ah, she crooned to herself.  She looked up an over the rims of the glasses she wore as part of her new disguise.

In all honesty, she had no idea what she was doing.  William was so stricken with this man’s well being that she had began to think she had overlooked something.  If his worth was so undeniably grand, she wanted to know this man in and out, on an intrinsic level.

She had, after all, been instrumental in his creation.

"Ugh," she lamented audibly as he stalked close by, nose in a book.  "Chemistry will be the death of me…"  She looked up at Tom, a look of complete boredom and self-loathing evident on her face.  She would play the part of college student well, she thought.  "Does anyone understand this stuff?"

[dr-alchemy]

Since Tom had had to drop by the library anyway to return Cara’s library book, He had decided to chill out there for awhile. He didn’t really know why. Though he did have a love for books, it had been ages since he’d even had time for a library. After Med school his life had become about nothing more than work. Well, that had been the case until he’d moved to New York. The thought made a sour expression appear on his face. New York had been really bad for him. Really fucking bad. A voice jerked him from his thoughts and he looked over, blinking in shock at how lovely she was. ” I, uh……hmm…I did pretty well in it, back in the day.” he rubbed the back of his neck, smiling crookedly.

[riddledmagic]

"Oh.." She let the word trail off in a tone of excitement and anticipation.  She noted his slight smile, equating it to his pride.  She scooped the book in front of her up and hugged it to her chest as she sprang up from the floor.  She walked up to him and reached up and moved her glasses down so that she could look at him over the rims.

"That's good," she said with a smile an a quick nod.  Her hand shot out and grabbed hold of the one that dangled by his side.  "You can help me."  She turned on her heel and drug him off to a corner of the library she had found earlier.  It was pleasantly quaint.  The table was round, and small enough to make their sitting at it an intimate encounter. 

She spun around into the chair she had chosen for her own as she let go of his hand.  "Have a seat, Doc!" She grinned at him with a bottom lip that was playfully held between her teeth.  She let the smile fade into a look of confusion.  "I mean, certainly you're a doctor, right?  You definitely look like a doctor."  Her eyebrows waggled a little.  She shook her head at him, her look telling that she thought she should think better of her words before she spoke them aloud.

"I mean, that's personal and we've just met."  She pushed the chair out beside her.  "Help me with passing chem class first, and then we'll talk history."  She patted the seat and then cracked open the text book.

"I bet this is going to be child's play for you, but I seriously can't grasp the concept of 1SP and and whatever orbitals."  She watched him as he circled around the table.

"I mean, if they were going to tell me orbitals aren't just rings with dots, they should have started teaching me that in the 3rd grade... honestly," she rolled her eyes.  She was playing her part well, she thought.

[shadowspectre]

More Questions or More Answers? || Ridley Le Fay&The Spectre

[shadowspectre]

William’s eyes remained glued to Ridley, unable to hide the slight smile at her assessment of the appearance.

"The original is, indeed, quite the unique gem." As she glanced upwards at the ceiling The Spectre watched her facial expression, wondering just what she was thinking. Even as she denounced his concern, making light of the situation, his face showed equal parts concern and disagreement.

"And yet, worry I shall.

Beings who carry as much beauty and power as you rarely make deals without a risk. Your true nature enhances that rarity to the point of disbelief, as you are both a gambler and a curious one at heart.” As she approached William took a step closer, stopping his advance only just before touching her… Something he remedied by running a hand over her cheek.

"Tell me the truth. I am sure I can find a way to help. Please?" He gave Ridley the closest thing he could to what was often coined a ‘puppy dog look’, although the playful face was of questionable merit.

[riddledmagic]

"Oh, stop it," she chided him playfully.  "Some fae would think of your flattery as a form of thanks."  She shook her head at him slowly, still playfully.  "Do not thank the fae, William." 

Her playfulness and flirtatiousness ebbed when his demeanor turned more serious.  Her brows furrowed ever so slightly as she wondered if this was true concern she heard coming from him.  She became stock still as he appraised her.  His words were intimate.  Her stillness cracked when her brows knitted together in a hard, confusion-filled stare.

Just before his fingers finished their caress over her cheek, she flinched away.  A memory unhinged in her mind of a similar touch, one that would have most certainly stayed buried if it hadn't been for her debacle with Thomas and Elizabeth.  She turned and walked away from his proximity, finding the closeness was stifling her air for some reason.  She proceeded to the couch were she sat down gently, a strange look on her face.

Her hand reached out and delicately trained fingers drew an invisible circle on the coffee table.  The circle began to glow and suddenly a stemmed glass grew.  Once it had reached maturity she plucked it and brought it to her lips.  Apparently the situation warranted a drink.

She drew another circle at the edge that was closest to William.  She conjured him up a large glass of something or other that she thought he would fancy.  She leaned back into the couch and sighed.

"The truth is hard at time, Dear William.  And at the present I do not feel like parting with it.  So for a while longer, it will be mine to bear."  She cut her eyes up to him, only a hint of sadness evident.  "Alone."  She smiled, then, sweetly.

"But your concern warms my heart.  And that is help enough."  She swirled her drink as her eyes looked past him, seeing the past present and imagined futures all at once.

[stewardish]

[riddledmagic]

Ridley's father, Amanar.

[riddledmagic]

Cat & Mouse || Tom&Ridley

The only places Ridley found bearable in the modern mundane world were libraries.  Especially well-to-do New York libraries that were named after people.  She liked the smell of the worn leather bound tomes, the aged paper and long-ago printed ink.  She often liked to peruse the cookbooks.  They were the spell book of house wives... And she had to admit, mundane food wasn't completely unpalatable.

She also liked to visit the chemistry books.  Another mundane spell book of sorts.  It was in this section she sat in the middle of an aisle, a large text book spread out in front of her when she felt his presence.  Ah, she crooned to herself.  She looked up an over the rims of the glasses she wore as part of her new disguise.

In all honesty, she had no idea what she was doing.  William was so stricken with this man's well being that she had began to think she had overlooked something.  If his worth was so undeniably grand, she wanted to know this man in and out, on an intrinsic level.

She had, after all, been instrumental in his creation.

"Ugh," she lamented audibly as he stalked close by, nose in a book.  "Chemistry will be the death of me..."  She looked up at Tom, a look of complete boredom and self-loathing evident on her face.  She would play the part of college student well, she thought.  "Does anyone understand this stuff?"

[shadowspectre]

More Questions or More Answers? || Ridley Le Fay&The Spectre

[shadowspectre]

William smiled as she crossed in the room, only for it to falter… Both at the new appearance and presence of Artemis. “I… it’s one of my many talents.

I had known you were moving, but I did not anticipate the new… look.” His head tilted to the side, eying her up and down.

"It is certainly much more… generically human than your true form. Is something amiss?"

Instinctively William looked around, recognizing both his own question and the ramifications. He felt a sense of interest in the fae, a concern for what could cause her to take such drastic measures. She was powerful, anything that could give her fear or pause would have to be of note. Of course that was it, or at least what The Spectre decided on for now.

[riddledmagic]

She was caught off guard by his audible musings.  She sauntered over to a mirror and gathered her hair in her hands, bundling it up and letting strands fall haphazardly.  "Well, certainly you can't out do the original."  She eyed herself.  "But this isn't my worst work, either."  Artemis flew away to her perch in the living room to spectate from a far.  Ridley turned and leaned into the accent table, bracing against it with her hands.  The stance was sultry yet amiable.

"Amiss?" She echoed, turning curious eyes up to the ceiling to ponder the question.  The Spectre's known fascination with Thomas Jones made her hesitant to give the truth freely.

"Not overtly."  She lifted her chin defiantly.  Her body language ever remained Ridley, even if she looked nothing like herself.  "A deal gone sour is all.  The recipient of which is more powerful than your average mundane."  Elizabeth's bright, violet eyes flashed in her memory.  Viktor, too, made an appearance and she had to keep herself from wincing.  She had no intention of letting the mutant creep into her mind again.  Both she and Thomas were powerful.  She didn't want to be caught sleeping by them if they decided what had transpired between them all wasn't good enough...

She waved her arm around at the space, iterating.  "It comes with the job, William."  She pushed off the table and came in close to him, daring to flirt with the darkness.  "Nothing you should spend time worrying over."

[majorsamcarters]

[shadowspectre]

More Questions or More Answers? || Ridley Le Fay&The Spectre

The Spectre had many questions that needed to be answered after his session with Thomas. Even though he had received many, there were issues at hand to be dealt with with his ‘associate’, both in terms of plotting and resolving the issues… And it was time to pay her another visit.

He stepped out of the shadow of a lamp inside her home, unlocking and opening the door before knocking… Just because he was here on mostly business didn’t mean The Spectre couldn’t enjoy a bit of humor at her expense.

"Thought I’d let myself in."

[riddledmagic]

She had situated her hair for what was the thousandth time propped a hand on her hip, surveying the sight in the full length mundane mirror before her.  Since her run in with her latest, and irate, customers, she felt that she needed to reinvent herself.  A new name and a new face.  For a while, at the least.

She decided to pay homage to her late grandmother, the only female of her Le Fay family that truly loved her.  Her glamour settled into place, a striking resemblance to Althea's young self.  And as it were she would adopt "Thea" as her given name.

Artemis clucked at her from her perch, not completely happy with Ridley's current guise, but accustomed to this face none the less.  Ridley turned to her, tsking.  "It's a necessary evil, Artemis."  Her brow furrowed and anger settled into her features as she thought about the debacle.

She had also moved her 'mundane' home to a new location.  The move was hasty and she had yet to secure her abode with wards to alert her to intruders.  A knock and a voice assaulted her ears and she nearly startled.  She calmed as she picked up on the familiar presence and tone of voice.  She was glad she had left instructions on finding her new abode to anyone that mattered.

"William," she said through a sigh as she came into the living room.  "A sight you are, for my sore eyes."  Artemis flew in behind her and found purchase on her shoulder.

"I would invite you in but it seems you have done so yourself."  She chided, but her smile was indicative of her teasing.

[riddledmagic]

Careful What You Ask For... || Elizabeth,Tom&Ridley

[psylockebbraddock]

Elizabeth took the snub in stride, her eyes flickering around the skeletons with calculating intent. She could feel Thomas in front of her, tensing slightly. She crouched down, her eyes fixed on the witch, her head tilted. Everyone had a weakness and it was time to learn hers.

Sliding into Ridley’s mind undetected was easier than she thought it would be, and it was in time that she found the one thing that would easily cripple her opponent. With a cold and twisted smile, Elizabeth stood from her crouch, her eyes glowing. She circled around Tom, speaking into the blonde woman’s head.

"A heart for a heart, witch. And such a fragile one you have in that hollow pale chest of yours. How sad it is to know that you’ve gone so long, making deals, having your fun, when it’s all because you can’t get what you want." She could have sworn she saw the witch’s eyes flash to her.

Elizabeth whispered aloud, her mouth forming the word delicately, as though in prayer. “Viktor.”

She unleashed the images then, small flashes of him, his smile, his lips on hers, the smell of him assaulting her from her memories. Viktor was everywhere, his false love smothering her from the inside out. Elizabeth couldn’t fight giving her a little extra pain. “Hearts are precious things. Too bad he never wanted yours.” She pushed the image of him walking away into the forefront of Ridley’s mind.

"They’ll never stop. Never. You’ll see these images for the rest of forever. Unless…" Elizabeth spoke the next part aloud to Ridley, her voice strong. "Give us what we want."

[riddledmagic]

Her breath hitched in her chest.  She choked on it as cold, freezing tears slipped from the corners of her eyes, turning to ice and biting into her skin.

"Stop it..." She breathed.  Very seldom did she let her self entertain the thoughts and memories of Viktor... What this woman was assaulting her with now was nearly too much to handle.  Her vision was blurred over by the ice forming across her eyes.

"Stop it!!!" She screamed.  She reached and plucked a frozen tear from her eye and flung it at Elizabeth.  It grew in size and sharpness as it hurdled toward her with great speed, lodging itself in the woman's shoulder just as a pair of skeletal hands put a vice-grip hold on her arms.

Ridley blinked into the space just before her and lashed at with her hand, catching her under the jaw and squeezed, tears still streaming down her face and freezing into place.  "Bitch," she bit out between sobs.

Many fae had met their demise at the hands of a broken heart.  It made her weak.  What was happening was truth.  But she'd be damned if she went down because of him.

"You want it back?!"  A desperation crept into her eyes and the skeletal minion hoisted Elizabeth off the ground.  Ridley plunged her hand into the woman's chest, a snarl twisting her features into rage.  Rays of red light streamed out around the hole as Ridley chanted her spell.

"Have it back and then some..."  A pulse seemed to rack Elizabeth's frame as her heart began to beat.  "... a sniveling dog that hides her tail between her legs because she's scared of a man."  She threw her back and the hole in her chest closed, leaving no scar.

Ridley broke off her tears, flinging them away before she turned a glare toward Thomas and stalked toward him.

She looked over her shoulder at the recouping woman and then back.  "If I were you I would evaluate my choice of friends."  The prayer beads appeared in her head and she held them up for him to see.

"You're only spared because I have an associate that would become very cross with me if something were to happen to you..."  The prayer beads began to burn.  They evaporated in the fire, whisping up into a smoke that surged into to Tom through his open mouth and nose.

"Do not think that I forgot about you dissolving my dagger."  She turned her head down slightly to make her look at him more menacing.  "You owe me."  The skeleton's fell into heaps of bone, unmoving.  "And believe me when I say I will come to collect when it's the most inconvenient."

She turned back to Elizabeth.  "Utter my name again and I'll tear your real heart out."  Her nose flared and her eyes flared.  "And if you ever say his name again I'll make you regret it for the next millenia..."

Her edges began to blur, whisp up and evaporate.  She smoked out of existence giving Tom a long, cold stare.

[riddledmagic]

Careful What You Ask For... || Elizabeth,Tom&Ridley

[psylockebbraddock]

  Elizabeth’s glowing violet orbs focused on the hateful eyes of the witch in front of her. She was right. Elizabeth was heartless and in more ways than one. She had nothing to lose but Thomas and, while that was not something she could have dreamt of gambling with in a million years, she needed her heart back.

With a sneer, Elizabeth bared her teeth and growled, the sound nearly inhuman. “Fuck your bargains.”

Her eyes narrowed as the knife flew out of the witches grasp, nicking Thomas further, and embedding itself in a nearby tree. He’d have to forgive her for it later. She hadn’t used her telekinesis in a while, but the power flowed through her so smoothly, so warmly, she felt it like an embrace from an old friend. With her hand flying up, Elizabeth took a step closer, shaking with the rage and power coursing through her.

The blond still held him tightly, but at least the knife wasn’t really a factor anymore. Pushing with her mind, she began to work on the fingers around Thomas’ throat, pulling them back one by one, until he was free to move and the witch was standing alone.

"I’m not in a jesting mood, so I’ll make you a deal." The shadows Elizabeth loved so much grabbed the woman’s arms and legs and pulled her to stand spread eagle, with her toes touching the ground. The knife was suddenly in Elizabeth’s hand as she advanced on the other woman. Placing the blade against the other woman’s neck, she smiled a Cheshire grin.

"A heart for a heart, you said? I don’t believe you have one, so I’ll make it even easier on you. A heart for a life. I would love to see if your veins look like the 405…" Nicking the woman in the same spot Thomas was bleeding from, her violet eyes held a quiet, deadly promise. "Magic won’t be enough to fix the damage I’ll cause. Now, give us what we wish."

[dr-alchemy]

The sounds in Elizabeth’s voice sent chills up Thomas’ spine. There was no trace of warmth or even humanity. All that had made her a complete human was gone and what was left was cold and hard. She was sharpened to a deadly edge and fit to be the perfect killing machine without her heart. That’s what he heard in her voice. In that moment she would have torn Morgan apart with her bare hands and calmly walked away.

He hissed at the sting of the blade, torn from his thought. A soft curse fell from his lips but he did not look at Elizabeth. No, his dark eyes were pinned on the pretty blond that’s face was showing the barest hint of disdain and all of it was pointed at his friend.Without anger to push his forward, Tom had to face just how dangerous the situation was. He and Liz were both pretty capable as mutants but they did not truly know Morgan’s potential…so he took a gamble.

Tom moved beside Elizabeth, grabbed her arm hard and shoved her back as he used his power to destroy the knife. It fell from her grip as dust just as the ground underneath Elizabeth moved and shifted, binding her feet so that she could not close the distance. His eyes locked with hers and he saw the outrage in the purple depths. without words he told her he was sorry then turned away.”Touch Elizabeth and I will find a way to make you regret it, do I make myself clear?” His voice dropped an octave and came out smooth because there was no emotional response. It was simply fact as he saw it. ” We have business to talk about witch, and though my Liz is a bit pissed off, I think she knows that we need to come to some sort of understanding as well.” He did not believe that for one second of course. Elizabeth would tear the woman apart if he let her and then they would be stuck and he couldn’t end up stuck like this, he just couldn’t.

[riddledmagic]

Ridley struggled against the telekinetic web she was trapped in, watching the black tendrils of shadows grab at her.  Tom moved and did something she had not fathomed he would do... He moved against Elizabeth, rooting her.  Ridley's lips pulled back over her teeth in a snarl of protest.  Her hand broke free and reached up to the spot on her neck where Elizabeth had knicked her with the knife.

She reached out and drew in the air with her fingertips as the brush and the blood as her paint.  She painted a circle of glyphs in hurried precision and chanted a quick spell.  In the center of the circle a light flickered into place like a shorted light bulb, then suddenly flared with a great intensity.  The light disintegrated the shadows clinging to her feet and other hand and Ridley wafted to the ground, her hair swaying in a wind swept up by her anger.

"Add that dagger to your list of debt, Tommy."  She was boiled over with anger.  Her eyes glinted with a certain determination and lust.  She wanted them to hurt, now.  Especially the woman... 

"I have no business with her."  She quickly decided.  "Our deal was clean and without consequence."  She would be damned if she refunded a deal that wasn't even dirty, and even more so now since the woman wanted her dead so badly.  "I came without ill-intentions, and she spits in my face."  She turned her gaze to Elizabeth and the jade of her eyes flared.  "You'll be lucky if I don't curse you for the rest of eternity, Psylocke."

The meeting was turning out worse than she had imagined, and they had only been in each others' presence for a minimal amount of time.  Though, truth be told, she was at the moment impressed with Tom.  He had used his powers, and rather proficiently at that... The dagger was made with magic and metals not found in Midgard, yet he had disassembled it completely.

She reached up and forced more blood from her neck before the gash would close and bent down to the earth, keeping eyes on her adversaries.  Another spell fell from her lips, the language dark and heavy.  She dug her fingers into the dirt as lightning sparked above their heads.  Five jagged strikes assaulted the graveyard around the trio.  Where the lightning had struck, the graves burst open.  Skeleton's in various stages of decomposition crawled forth from the broken ground.  Slowly but surely they surrounded their small group, two coming up directly behind Ridley, flanking her as the other three stood around Tom and Elizabeth.

"Whatever business you think you have left with me, Thomas Jones, you should speak over it quickly..."  She spoke to him now, intentionally and indignantly ignoring Elizabeth.

[imyourguardianangelhesaid-deact]

[riddledmagic]

You guys... I'm just saying, but I think this RP needs a good dose of life.

An all encompassing story arc again, or something.

I'm looking at it and feeling the life bleed out of it.

I love you guys and I just think as a whole we are all kind of uninspired right now.

[riddledmagic]

Careful What You Ask For... || Elizabeth,Tom&Ridley

[psylockebbraddock]

  Elizabeth could feel her chest tighten as she watched the beads she had given to Tom sway in the blond bitch’s grasp. Those beads…they had meant something. She had given them to him out of love, something she very rarely showed to anyone. 

"You…bartered the beads?" Her violet eyes were fixed on the ground even as her head tilted ever so slightly in his direction. There was an emptiness in her chest that had nothing to do with her lack of heart. Steeling herself, she looked up at La Fey, eyes blazing. Part of her dreaded getting her heart back, knowing once she did Thomas’ actions would cripple her, but she would rather feel the sorrow and pain than feel nothing at all.

"No deal." Glowing violet met lit green and something in her snapped. She was on the other woman in a second, her fingers squeezing her throat as the shadows gathered around her. "Give. Me. My. Heart." An insanity seemed to seep into her eyes that she couldn’t suppress

"I have fought, I have killed, I have died, had my heart stomped on, my loved ones tortured, my body violated and ripped out my own heart and for what? A faulty deal?" Pulling the other woman forward, their noses almost touching, Elizabeth knew this was it. Either she got her heart back or she died trying and, either way, she didn’t care.

"I’ve nothing to lose, not even him." Her head jerked toward Thomas. Her head turned and she met his eyes. "He was never mine to lose." Her stomach twisted at the truth in her words. "So give me back my heart and you’ll never hear from me again. And I’ll never again speak your name."

[dr-alchemy]

It felt like he’d been punched in the stomach when Liz asked him if it was true, her voice void of emotion.He didn’t respond, he didn’t know who to.He understood exactly why what he did was wrong and he knew that it would have torn Liz in two if she could have felt anything.It made him feel sick to his stomach and he had to tense to stay still and quiet, anger taking the back burner.

He listened to his friend speak, her voice low and washing over him. Her thumb jerked towards him and it felt like he had been shot.Seeing her like this had drained him of anger completely. He just wanted to fix it, to fix all of the pain and hurt she had been through as his hand and at others.He stepped in front of her, knowing that it would piss her off but he did not care anymore. his eyes were only for the blond, the look on his face sad.

"Please, just undo what you have done to her. I can’t…I don’t care what you do to me..I dont care if I have to live like this for the rest of my life…just please, not her. fix this, i am begging you." All of his pride was gone, a meekness taking over as he looked at Morgan with dark pleading eyes.

[riddledmagic]

Elizabeth's rage startled her at first.  For a woman with no heart, she still fought as though she had one.  Elizabeth's fingers were curled tightly around her throat and Thomas was pleading with her as best he could in his state of unseen emotion.  "Your deal was fair," she chocked out, gasping breath through her closed off wind pipe.  "You are what you wished to be.  Your intentions were dark enough, there was no consequence besides the side-effects of being heartless."

A devastatingly quick elbow jab was issued from Ridley into Elizabeth's ribs.  Once the vice grip left her neck she wasted no time.  She whisped into a swirl of smoke and coalesced back into form behind Tom.  She grabbed him unkindly by the hair and pulled his head back so that he was facing Elizabeth.

With her other hand she drew the knife Elizabeth had cut out her heart with.  "What is it the lot of you alchemists drone on an on about?  Equivalence?  One thing to make another?"  She jerked his head a little, letting him feel her anger.  "I believe in these principles, too, Tommy..."

She stuck the tip of the knife against his skin, letting it bite into his flesh just enough to draw blood.  "A heart for a heart?"  She glared at Elizabeth.  "Your heart for hers."  She whispered in his ear.  "Is that equivalent enough for you?"  She sneered at him.  "You don't even know of the power you possess... An alchemist with untold potential and you ask me for petty wishes, to be left alone in your head..." The dagger dug a little deeper.

"I would have made you a king, Thomas Jones.  All you had to do was ask..."  Again she jerked his head, making him focus on her.

"Now, tell me.  Do I strike the bargain?"  She kept angry eyes on Elizabeth, Thomas pitted between them.