Doors to the mind
Finding the Occult house was the hardest and easiest thing an adept in need could do, had one visited before and one needed them they would find that no matter what street they walked, no matter which plain, their path would turn winding, the air would smell of roses and juniper and their Door would be at the end of their path. The House knew when She needed to host someone but that someone had to want above everything else to be found, many stood at that door having nowhere else to turn. When all else fails, they were there.
It was the first thing Nick noticed, the smell of roses and juniper in the air that turned very comfortably balmy.
Giovanni knocked twice. "You don't have to be so nervous" he rubbed Nick's arm to soothe him, poor thing looked as stiff as a board and like he was going to collapse of exhaustion...or shame. "The Occults have always been there for any wayward adept that had no one and nowhere to turn to. She's a very dear friend and a gem of a person. It will do you good to get out of your comfort zone" he was actually very pleased to have a challenge for Rose. It would do Nick good, it would do Rose good to have someone to fuss over like a mother hen.
"If you say so sir" Nick was picking on his sleeve and just then the door would open.
"We're here to see Doctor Rose." Giovanni announced and would have to actually pull Nick gently by the arm to enter. Nick wondered who Giovanni was talking to.
The House would change just a little, just in the form of softer light and a smell of old library to make her new guest feel more at ease.
"Rose!" Giovanni greeted and took both her hands to kiss her knuckles. "My delightful apprentice Nicholas, goes by Nick. Does not like Nickie.." With a head nudge he tried to get Nick to speak.
Nick was too busy being mesmerized by the woman that would make pin up models look like fat garden gnomes.
"Doctor" he greeted and not knowing how to greet her took her hand to kiss it cold blue eyes staring into her warm ones. "Honored to make your acquaintance"
"Isn't he delightful. An 18th century soul in such a young body" he slapped Nick's back and the young man nearly tripped. "You will adore him just like I do, one moment he's like a gothic poet the next he will tell you all about Fields of the Nephelim. Have you heard of them?" Giovanni found Nick's personality fascinating, Nick felt like a stick insect being observed by a scientist he found far too jolly.
"I won't waste your precious time talking about bands you have my promise madam. Doctor" he corrected himself. He should have worn nicer clothes, he felt so out of place in her house in skinny jeans and black Reebok pumps. Maybe he shouldn't have worn eyeliner, maybe he should have washed his long hair that was three days greasy and pinned in a ponytail.
What would she think of him.
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