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              it still weighs on greger that even though ivar is alive, his magic and spells didn’t pull him back without any scars or pain. he had tried his best, being that this was something he had never done, but it still didn’t work out exactly how he planned. being the loner that he is, the witch has made the other a simple balm to place on his bruises and scar, a few special words and ingredients helped make the special product. he’s just getting ready to leave the gift, wrapped up with shitty newspaper, in the woods -- figured its the best place to leave it, when he hears his name being called out. “you were a hundred percent not supposed to be out here when i left this.”

[noblehigh]

    hm.  herbs and their purpose.  sounds interesting.  ❛  you should ask charlie about that stuff. she knows all about it.  ❜   charlie dessron, the only vegan in the family. he didn’t come here for that, though. no, this is much more important:  ❛  -- you wanna go see the horses for awhile?  ❜

written for  @kissconsumed, because of  brother bonding time.

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        greger has just left elouise’s house after a simple request for a spell that she didn’t really need but he’s not going to be the one to tell her that. money is money. usually he takes his jeep but today the spirits seem to lead him on his feet into the thick of the woods, these aren’t his own, doesn’t know the land but his body has never lead him astray ; there’s a knot in his stomach that tells him this is the way, have no fear. except they didn’t mention he’d have company. “didn’t think other people were out here,” the witch calls out to the other, only seeing him from behind a few yards in front of him, “ever get lost out here?”

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               sneaking out is something that magnolia has always been good at, or so she thinks, elouise and kris can feel their energies from miles away so even when they think they’re hiding they really aren’t. the teenagers mind has been swirling since having to help ivar with his, well, accident the other night and all she’s wanted to do is get in the water. her connection to the elemental boggles all minds but that’s one of the places that maggie feels like she can just let go and be free. lucky for her there’s a small lake right outside their family home, just a bit of forest to get through, but it’s enough.

         as blue eyes connect with the flat water it feels as if it’s calling her, with ease she sheds her clothes at the waterline, leaving on nothing to dampen her connection with the water. she’s all covered by the veil of darkness, dipping herself beneath the surface for what seems like ages, the need to breathe not registering. maggie learned early on that she could stay submerged for several minutes, coming in handy to scare certain people. in a small gentle movement, she’s guided her head above the water, only her eyes and the tip of her nose being seen till they connect with a pair she knows too well - the rest of her face now emerging. “did you follow me here?” magnolia speaking in a steady voice, eyes not leaving his, “you can come in if you want but i’m not getting out.”

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       maggie doesn’t even bother asking ivar if it’s okay to jump onto his bed and throw a blanket over the two of them as if she’s making a half ass attempt at making a fort like when they were little. “talk to me.” she looks up at her brother, offering a peace symbol of her favorite candy, skittles, in hopes that he will. “when did you start liking boys? also, wanna go on the record and say i love you and i’ll still rip a dudes throat out if they hurt you.”

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       “ask and you shall receive!” magnolia calls out to paisley from the boxing ring as he enters the gym that her mother owned and rented out. she had asked her mother earlier in the day if she could have it all to herself with pj so they could do some sparing exercises and maybe play with her abilities a little ; any time any of the kids ask to explore their powers some more elouise never says no. she’d rather them be a hundred percent comfortable just in case anything were to happen.

         dressed in solid black leggings & matching sports bra, magnolia has her hair pulled up into a pony tail, a smile gracing her face as he gets closer to the ring. “you mentioned earlier you could take me in a fight so i thought we could spar a little? i’m trying to get my right hook better and i also just kinda wanted to see you,” her body hangs on the ropes of the boxing ring, glancing down at him with a cheeky grin.

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        spells out ‘gay’ in sticks and leaves in ivars bed.

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                   “giffy.” elouise calls out to the woods but softly, voice barely above a whisper, arms wrapped around herself and her black leather jacket as if the cold night air actually did bother her. what did bother her was that her son was out in the woods alone. normally, well, before the accident that was fine. she trusted him in everything that he did and that he would be safe but ever since that night that she got the terrible phone call she hasn’t wanted him out of her sight. especially not in the woods at midnight. “griffy, i know you’re out here. i just wanna talk - check in and make sure you’re okay. also, to make sure you aren’t trying to sneak a wild animal into the house again but mostly to see if you’re okay.”