@valentinagaius location: Narcissus House notes: Friends and whacky mentor
April showers brought May flowers, while the rain poured against the library window, Raffaele lingered in the window’s alcove. Sat there with a few pillows propped up, his languid frame didn’t fit as easily as it once had, knees bent with his feet against the other side, he kept his eyes on the book held gingerly between his hands. Well loved and dog eared, it was fortunate that magic preserved the volumes in these stacks as they passed from one generation to the next. Crowley’s writings on transmutation were groundbreaking for their time but were rudimentary now, still, Raffaele liked to review the basics. The Narcissus prized itself on thorough understanding, in terms of magic, the only real danger came with ignorance. Magic was like fire, anyone who forgot this fact got burned.
Valentina appeared, and Raffaele was reminded of this fact.
The witch sat up a little straighter, turned and pressed his back to the cool pane of the window glass to accommodate the former witch turned Narcissus wraith. “Morning,” Raffaele greeted, his voice warm as he spoke, he didn’t pity her - that seemed rude, the witch thought that maybe he just understood. If there were things that he’d left unfinished, then he’d want to stay to. There was nothing wrong with that. “doing some reading?”
