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Despite the burning color of magma red staring at Jonathan from below, the faint blue from the corner of his eyes almost made him jump. The glowing sigil on his neck and warm humming in his ears made him smile because that meant she wasn’t too far away.
During “slip-ups” like these, Jonathan is truly grateful that Adrienne can only find him on the astral plane where she’s significantly safer.
Hanging up the phone and tucking away into his pocket, Jonathan’s lips felt the need to curl into a grin at the first sight of her. “Only always. And again, I’m really sorry about dinner. Again.”
“It’s fine” She had only spent what? Two weeks learning how to cook, with debatable success? “How the hell do we get you out of here?” The witch murmured, her eyes drifting upward looking for an obvious exit and finding none. Why is there never a conveniently placed ladder when you need one?
“Can’t you just … you know? poof yourself out?” Preferably somewhere a little higher up on the volcano?
“Do you want to channel me? Maybe with my power we can get you a little bit more control on where the hell you’re landing.” It might risk Adrienne’s ability to find him later, but anywhere has to be better than here right?
“I don’t really see this in a poofing capacity, babe.” He’s really lucky that she cares about him enough to come and help him even after being a terrible dinner date. Or that he accidentally called her babe. Again.
Channeling isn’t a bad idea and with Adrienne he can probably use her magic as a beacon to beam himself home but on the off chance it could hurt her. . . .
“Maybe. We could use the sigil on my neck as kind of like a magnet that can drag me towards you. It won’t require too much for either of us. You just need to be a boss ass witch and I listen to you.”
