( she'd sat across his lap, skirt fanned around her, shirt long discarded. it had taken a while for her to feel comfortable this close to him, needing reassurance that his heat wouldn't hurt her. his hands had roamed over her, showing her the pleasures of his touch, rowena coming apart once already against his fingers. and then she'd shifted to sit across his lap, pressed against his hot cock.
lips pressed against his throat, kissing down to his chest before sitting back up, her fingers delicately resting against his chest. and he'll see the purple light in her eyes, warmth returning through her own touch though different to his own heat. hers feels more of a tingle as her fingers brush over his chest, a little jolt of a sensation, keeping the feeling low for the moment to let him get used to it but also to see what he can take )
[ It has been an absolute pleasure doing this with Rowena. Granted, they're still not done, of course, and Johnny doesn't even want it to end. The first time he had her climax on him was already breathtaking, just seeing her features twist in pleasure, her lips letting out a series of moans. His fingers are experts, at this point, so it's not really a surprise he can bring it out of her. Just. Fantastic.
His hard cock pokes against her once she's on his lap and kissing down his broad, and a little hairy, chest. He moans her name. He likes it, rolls off his tongue quite nicely, as he watches her fingers on his chest and catches this sensation he hasn't felt before. Johnny's accustomed to her magic by now, even if he's only been her Submissive for a few days and this is their first sexual encounter as partners. So much of their time spent together before this was just sexual tension and bickering, and now, they get to relieve it. Feels like a long time coming, like this has been where their first meeting is fated to go.
The little jolt feels good that Johnny's breath hitches and he groans. ] Damn, what is that? I know you have spells and stuff but this sure feels good. [ He grins a little, leans in, and kisses her cheek. ] You gonna use it on me more?
( her mood had marginally improved since the previous night, rowena wasn't quite so explosive (in every sense) and though that rippling frustration still was very visible at the surface there was also a strange calm to her, almost more hollow than true calm.
she'd let regina in with little fuss, already having drinks prepared for them, leaving the bottle on the coffee table as she sank back into her couch with her drink, a little smaller rather than her usual presence )
I spent my first few weeks trying to leave here. I didn't think that someone might leave as I was stuck here.
( so much for drinking without feelings but it's context more than anything. and in the safety of her home with one person she vaguely trusts she can say a little )
[ Regina thinks she's not a good listener, inasmuch as she's not a good motivational speaker. She had spent decades on her revenge quest because a 10 year old spilled a secret, so even if she and Rowena had formed a good bond here, she doesn't know if she'd be of help to her this time.
At least, accompanying her while she drinks is a good enough way to process this. At least, this is what she believes.
So upon arrival, she sits on the couch and grabs her own glass. ] Well, if you haven't noticed, this place is pretty unpredictable.
[ There's no bite to her words, just an exhaustion and a lightly veiled sarcasm. ] Who's this someone? Friend of yours?
( it had been a long time since rowena had returned to this cabin, a century since she'd been trained, decades since they'd last drank and had tea. neither of them were sentimental but she'd sent letters, checked in astrally when it had been too long or she'd wanted to talk. joan was one of the few friends that rowena had and one of the few witches who didn't hate her. and she'd helped make her the witch she was today.
that was why she was there now, having travelled from where she'd been staying in london. she hadn't felt it happen exactly, but something in rowena had known when her mentor had died.
so she'd taken the trip, a light bag with her, and as rowena approached the cabin now she could feel the power of the witch inside. (and perhaps it's rowena's presence that makes any lingering nightcomers disappear). and even though this witch has passed her mentor's wards... was she another being helped or the one who'd killed her?
it's why she astral projects when she's at the door rather than knocking on it, appearing as an image inside the cabin, hood of her black travelling cloak down, her wild curls tucked beneath, and it's easy to spot the sight of the other witch there )
( she was grateful really but it didn't stop rowena from being annoyed. life was better than death, but the fact that the village she'd been in had suddenly condemned her for witchcraft and had tried to kill her made her angry at the entire situation. they'd been fine with her magic when she'd healed their sick and their children, they'd tried to burn her when she'd been unable to save someone, when another had gotten sick of the same thing, accusing her of spreading it.
she'd known him before, had become friendly and he'd been who she'd travelled to in her fear hoping for refuge. except his refuge had come with a cost, not set by him but by his clan: to save her life she had to marry into the clan, it was the only way they could help.
it had been a simple hand fastening, clan leaders present before they were seen as married, allowing him to take her home. rowena had barely left his home since, partly still in fear that it wouldn't be enough, mostly in anger. he'd been kind, he'd given her space, and she'd tried not to let it hurt their friendship but anger was the worst of her, the thing she had least control on and it made her snap at him, frustrated outbursts until she made herself leave the room just to stop directing it at him.
that morning she'd left him a list, ingredients of food and herbs for a spell she needed. a ritual to put herself back in check. when he returns she's in the kitchen, two bowls on the table with her, other ingredients out to start working the spell, her head lifting up to see what he'd actually brought home )
( Wei Wuxian returns from his adventure to the markets, setting down his woven basket filled with things she requested, things he needed, and the others... well, those are just extras he found along the way. )
Good morning, my wife!
( It's easier to joke around the awkwardness, rather than face the awkwardness of their sham marriage to appease her accusers, or to try and prompt a conversation about what happened before it. She was in the right — Wei Wuxian knows this — but he also knows how it feels when society accuses you for doing something good, for defending the weak, how they label you a heretic and tie a noose around your neck. )
....anyway, I managed to get all the things you asked for, and there are are some savoury pancakes in there as well, by the granny who runs a stall on the pier! She says hello, by the way!
( this had been her own fight, a dangerous piece of magic that rowena had followed back to its core. she'd known from the start it was a trap, a lure aimed at her by witches bitter or jealous, and though she'd easily untangled the spell that they'd sought to capture her with rowena had discovered that they weren't alone.
when the additional voices chanted a new spell rowena was overwhelmed, and even taking out a few of them hadn't been enough to stop the portal from opening and her being thrown through it.
and she was thrown hard, colliding painfully against a tree in a forest, the portal already having closed by the time she pulled herself up.
her body ached, there was a little blood dripping down her face from where she'd hit against the tree, but that wasn't her first priority. she needed to know where she was and to find a spell to open that portal back home.
which is how elphaba comes across her in the forest, angry sound as she gathers herself, black trousers, a rest jacket and black blouse underneath )
[ Elphaba is fresh off her encounter with Fiyero in the woods, her mind a jumble of thoughts and feelings that she'd rather not deal with at the moment. It's possibly the only reason she doesn't feel the way the magic in the air sparks and stutters at Rowena's appearance—whatever magic she has, it's not the usual kind in Oz.
But Elphaba doesn't notice that at all, she's too lost in her own little world. That is, until she hears the sound of another person in the woods and nearly jumps, turning towards the noise. She should run, or possibly hide, but she wouldn't be Elphaba Thropp if she was careful, would she?
Instead she approaches, stepping closer as Rowena comes into view. She's a human, and she's certainly not dressed like one of those terrible guards who'd brought in the lion cub... ]
( rowena got up late most mornings, though with her habit of going to bed late and enjoying the luxury of sleep in an expensive bed she couldn't be blamed. after the party the previous night, an event that had started drab, continued with some flirtation and then a death (it had killed her flirtation) she'd ended up having a little trouble sleeping.
so she's only been up for about an hour when there's a knock at her hotel room, long black dress worn, hair curled loosely and left to freely hand, and a perplexed look on her when she answers the door. no one ever bothers her )
( they were one semester in to the school year, whilst some had dropped out at the start rowena knew that those still in her class would remain to the end of the year if their upcoming exam didn't fail them. which is what would likely happen with peter. rowena could see the effort in him, his interest and curiosity, how studiously he took notes and tried to answer questions but he couldn't quite grasp the finer of the points. which she expected: he was a student, not a witch.
their exam was in two weeks, she'd spent class that day preparing them for the practical element of it: rune work, drawing a sigil to apply a specific effect. peter had been the only one who hadn't managed to make a single one work which concerned her and frustrated him. when the last one had failed she'd stopped by his desk, her voice almost a whisper as she invited him to her office hours, something she rarely advertised in her class, before walking away.
so later, hearing the knock at her office door, rowena expects only peter on the other side of it. her office is lit solely by candles, and though there's a desk at one end, a couch and bookcase by another wall, her office looks more like an apothecary might with the bottles and books filling the shelves, bagged ingredients stored in her cabinet. she's in the same long red dress she'd worn to class earlier, though where her hair had been pinned up it now hangs loose down her back )
Come in, Peter.
( she smiles as she opens the door to him and lets him in, gesturing for him to sit on her couch )
[ It's not as if he's failing due to lack of effort. Ever since taking this class out of both curiosity and mild interest, Peter has been putting in the work, just like he usually does with everything he puts his mind into. There's potential for science and magic to mix, and while he doesn't fully believe that what they're being taught is full-on magic and more like alchemy, it's still something that might benefit him in the long run. He always had a penchant for learning, and this is no exception.
His professor's something else, alright. Gracious and patient with teaching all of them, even if he can't shake away just how he's intimidated of her sometimes. It's her presence, the way she gracefully carries herself, a lady oozing with both regality and, even if he'll deny this, sex appeal. The way she told him to come see her in her office afterhours, in that soft, almost sultry, whisper, awakened something in Peter he didn't know he even has for his teacher.
He's never going to acknowledge this, though, especially when the woman's kind enough to help him through his palpable frustration on her subject. That, and there's no way he should even entertain it. She's his teacher and he's her student. She's probably twice his age, too. No, he was just briefly turned on by the way she whispered, nothing else. The usual testosterone accidents.
Peter's almost successful in shaking all of this off, standing here outside her office door, when he hears her speak again and had to swallow this lump in his throat to physically will it away, as he's reminded of her whisper once again. Okay, he can do this. He swallows once more before putting on a smile and finally opens her door. ]
Thank you so much, Miss Rowena, for this oppor - [ He stops when he sees her office, mouth parted in awe, as his eyes take everything in. Rubbing the back of his neck, feeling almost underdressed in such a nicely decorated office room, he awkwardly takes the seat offered to him. ]
Wow, uh. What a nice room you have here. [ He smiles, sitting on the couch, but not getting too comfortable on it. ] Again, thank you so much for this opportunity. I really enjoy your class, it's just that sometimes I don't understand some of the concepts and procedures. You teach them really well, though.
[ Though the Doctor will, of course, always insist otherwise, he generally never quite knows when or where he'll end up, who he'll meet, and why. He doesn't plan these things, he doesn't think ahead or spend considerable amount of time pondering if 19th century France is a good spot to visit on this exact day at this exact moment, or if that cluster of stars shouldn't be seen right now.
When he does want and mean to go somewhere specific, things tend to — well, work out however they may. And he's always precisely where he needs to be. So, while he didn't have...this on his radar today, he's here and it's obviously for a reason (he always finds a reason), and it's a new adventure!
— and what is this exactly? He steps out of the TARDIS, finds himself in what appears to be a closet of some sort, that opens into a hallway, and down the corridor he goes, towards the dining hall of the smaller ship presently cruising the Seine River. The first person he notices closer to the bar, he approaches with a smile. ]
I haven't missed the festivities, have I?
[ — such as they are. Whatever they are. The TARDIS brought him here for a reason, so while he'll absolutely enjoy himself, he's already clocking the room, the people here, the time of day, the music playing — every little detail that might suggest something amiss. ]
( though she'd fallen asleep quickly, too exhausted by the day's efforts to stay awake for long, rowena hadn't been able to sleep. even so far away from lucifer, even with him dead it didn't stop her nightmares, seeing him haunting her in her dreams, killing her over and over.
she'd left her room to find some distance from her fear, pulling a robe over her nightdress to wander the halls, slow, barefoot steps leading her aimlessly. an unconscious thought had led her to erik's room, seeking the comfort of him without even realising it.
outside the door she hesitates, not certain she could (or should) knock, expecting him to be asleep. except, strangely (magically?), the door opens on its own, giving rowena what she needs to step inside, seeking the safety of his bed in the dark )
[ He fully meant to get some much needed sleep himself, after putting Rowena to bed. Yet despite the fact he has the room entirely to himself, he still finds it hard to even close his eyes, and he's just about to decide to either grab a book to read or get up and go on a late night walk when he hears footsteps just outside his door.
He doesn't know with absolute certainty that it's Rowena. He can only sense metal after all, no more than that. Maybe it's just that spark of hope that she too can't sleep that has him unlocking the door, while he simply shifts on the bed so he's facing the door, elbow propped up so she knows he's awake.
He welcomes her into bed without a word, lifting the covers and bringing them over her frame once she's crawled in beside him. His voice is quiet when he speaks, a hush in the dark of the bedroom. ] Couldn't sleep either?
The sight of him that afternoon was a relief. Though Rowena had gotten stuck in at the library, sweet-talking Dorian to build herself a corner and share some of the space, she hadn't chosen to do anything simple. Dorian had taken the day out for some pampering, leaving her, the books she'd opened at various points over the table, and a box that she was magically unpicking to some peace. It had been a long time since she'd been able to dive into any research like this.
When she hears the footsteps, she's quick to speak, raising a hand to pause their owner even before she looks up. "Don't touch anything." It was magically delicate and she felt like she was that close to it.
But then Rowena pauses in her thought, looking to see who was there, offering him a small smile before looking back down.
Afternoons off, so to speak, were rare. But by a miracle, Josephine hadn't seen fit to jam the day with meetings, so Liam, for once, managed to sleep in, eat a leisurely breakfast, and spend the rest of the day catching up with his companions, strolling here and there about Skyhold with uncharacteristic nonchalance. It wasn't altogether surprising that most of his friends had taken advantage of the lull to do a bit of catch-up of their own, so the conversations were rather short, for a change.
He fetched up on the tower's second floor and, recalling that Dorian had headed off to Orlais for an appointment with a rather prestige tailor, bypassed the mage's nook to check in on Lady Rowena, finding her in her own little cranny with a table covered in books, some open and some not, and the lady herself bent over an open box.
Knowing enough about mages to approach with caution and a little noisily, Liam cleared his throat just before she spoke, then froze in his tracks. "Yes, ma'am," was the automatic response, though delivered with a slanted little grin. He pointedly put his hands behind his back; gesture of good faith.
"Lady Rowena," he then greeted her, giving a polite nod. Rogue, rake, or otherwise, he was still a nobleman's son. "I see you're settling in. I merely wanted to welcome you to Skyhold in person, and inquire if there was anything you might need." Liam glanced around, eyebrow quirking lightly. "Other than a second set of shelves."
( there's a small shake of her head at his second question, opening her menu now to decide her meal choice and see whether white wine would be nice too. she might know the place well, but sometimes something different tended to catch her eye.
not that she had much chance to look, raising her eyes back to him and pulling a little face to say no clue at his namedrop of the avengers. it sounds like something that rowena should know, especially from how he says it, but it doesn't yet ring a bell )
I've spent some time there over the years. ( she mentally nudges herself to add more, to drop some of her vague mystery ) The first time I was there, I was quite young, studying there.
( a light shrug, looking back at her menu. it was one of her regrets that it hadn't last longer but rowena had learned a great deal then and still remembered those lessons today )
[ That is, in fact, super mysterious and odd of her to say it like that, he thinks, but he won't pry. After all, he doesn't want to have to explain too many things, either. But he did at least say his work was classified.
At her question, he smiles softly, looking down at the empty appetizer plate for a second. ]
Scotland. I was in Edinburgh for work.
[ To be precise, he flew in to rescue a robot and a witch from a couple no-good aliens. He'd had a beard then, mostly so that he wouldn't get recognized, since he was on the run. Hopefully she doesn't have questions about that, but at least he's no longer a fugitive. ]
I'd also like to go back when I'm not working.
[ And when nobody is trying to kill him and stab his friends. ]
( come with me, samuel had been the very direct words rowena had used as she'd closed the tome that she'd been looking over, just shy of commanding. they'd been in the bunker for the past several hours trying to find an answer to a hex that had cropped up after dean and castiel had taken the case, and honestly, they'd gotten nowhere. her body ached, she was frustrated, and she could do with some good tea.
the expression she'd given him hadn't offered much chance of refusal, and once she'd explained (a walk to clear their heads, get some tea, perhaps something to eat before diving back fresh) they'd locked up and left, walking out into the town.
rowena didn't think much of it, though small towns were not what she enjoyed, even if the quiet of it offered much that she craved. but she did at least enjoy the tea that the coffee shop offered, which she'd gotten to go, letting them walk for a little while )
Thank you for coming with me, Samuel. I half-expected that you might keep working.
( she didn't but there was a small chance of it, though she'd been prepared to be more insistent if needed )
[ It's usually more difficult to get Sam to take a break, if he's in the midst of research the way he...often is. Today, though, is a little different. They're on a job, yes, but there isn't a fatal deadline hanging over their heads (yet, or that they're aware of). For once, it feels like the clock isn't bearing down on them, and when Rowena suggests a break, he has to concede that, yeah, it may actually be a good idea to step away and come back fresh.
Or, as fresh as they could get, anyway. Which isn't very.
Sam stretches as they walk, long arms above his head, ending with a heaving sigh as he returns them to his side, hands in his jacket pockets. ]
I probably would, normally. [ There's a chuckle and he cracks a bit of a grin. ] But, uh -- I think you're right on this one. Sometimes a little fresh air is the only thing that does the trick.
[ He'd been reading the same sentences over again: a surefire sign that he'd hit a brick wall, or nearly so. ]
So...where're you thinking? [ Having not nailed down the witch's preferences in the way he'd long since done with his brother, he casts a curious look her way. ] Anywhere in particular?
( they'd taken things slowly since that first kiss in the woods. neither of them had wanted dean to find out, not when they were both still figuring things out, but rowena was also being cautious. samuel was dear to her, his friendship the best thing she'd had in her life in this century, certainly, and she didn't want to ruin it by putting her foot wrong. her very faked relationships were not experiences she wanted to draw on here, which had made it a long time since she'd dated someone, or liked someone enough to date them.
which was why this afternoon had felt important. she hadn't seen him in a few days after a case had kept him busy, even if their shared texts had made her smile. that morning, she'd invited him for tea (coffee) and a walk, relieved when there'd been no case taking his attention, before texting him the location to meet her at. it was a thirty-minute drive away, leaving him close enough in case something happened.
her "tea and a walk" turned into a little christmas market. whilst rowena tended to ignore the christmas of it all, she enjoyed seeing the hand-crafted items that people had, the warm feeling shared in the place, and often ended up buying something small -- notebooks, pens, or something magically useful. they popped up everywhere.
when sam arrives, she already has two paper cups in hand, filled with mulled wine, offering one out to him before taking his hand with her now-free one )
Thank you for indulging me.
( she just wanted to spend a little time with him away from the bunker, even if it only ended up being an hour before something disrupted them )
[ Things are...complicated. But when is that not true? This particularly flavor, though, is because of the moment he and Rowena had had in the woods. A kiss, simple and innocent, yet endlessly complex in its potential to unravel the rest of his life.
...It sounds dramatic when he thinks of it like that, but Sam can't help but think of what Dean might say, were he to find out. How his own relationships have gone (up in flames) in the past. And...if he's even enough for her, were this to turn into something more, considering he's a hunter with a dark history and a high likelihood of being dead in a week.
Dead again, that is. So it's with some hesitation that Sam agrees to meet her, and though he spends the whole of the car ride there antsy and worrying over possibilities, Sam at least pulls himself together enough by the time he arrives and lays eyes on her to appear more or less collected, teeth flashing in a smile. ]
Hey. ...Oh, thanks. [ He greets her and then notices the cups, looking pleasantly surprised as he takes one into his hands. ] This smells great.
[ And it tastes amazing too, which he discovers when he takes an exploratory sip. ]
No problem. Nice to have a reason to get some air every once in a while. [ Sam chuckles. Glancing around, he adds: ] And this looks really nice. Been a minute since I've gone to something like this.
( when rowena had unbuckled herself, she'd trailed a hand across jamie, tugging open his seat belt with it, the hand lingering for him to take. the flight was long, and though rowena had slept for some of it, she'd woken up to a very nice dream. and now she wanted him.
there'd been a temptation to sit between his legs there. there were few people on the flight at this time, though she wanted to do more than just suck him off. that was the start.
she giggles as the bathroom door clicks closed behind them, quickly turning the lock, and pressing against him with her slightly unsteadier footing as the plane moves )
Get comfortable, love.
( her smile widens, her hands effortlessly tugging his pants down as she drops to her knees, kissing his thigh as she uncovers him )
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lips pressed against his throat, kissing down to his chest before sitting back up, her fingers delicately resting against his chest. and he'll see the purple light in her eyes, warmth returning through her own touch though different to his own heat. hers feels more of a tingle as her fingers brush over his chest, a little jolt of a sensation, keeping the feeling low for the moment to let him get used to it but also to see what he can take )
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His hard cock pokes against her once she's on his lap and kissing down his broad, and a little hairy, chest. He moans her name. He likes it, rolls off his tongue quite nicely, as he watches her fingers on his chest and catches this sensation he hasn't felt before. Johnny's accustomed to her magic by now, even if he's only been her Submissive for a few days and this is their first sexual encounter as partners. So much of their time spent together before this was just sexual tension and bickering, and now, they get to relieve it. Feels like a long time coming, like this has been where their first meeting is fated to go.
The little jolt feels good that Johnny's breath hitches and he groans. ] Damn, what is that? I know you have spells and stuff but this sure feels good. [ He grins a little, leans in, and kisses her cheek. ] You gonna use it on me more?
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she'd let regina in with little fuss, already having drinks prepared for them, leaving the bottle on the coffee table as she sank back into her couch with her drink, a little smaller rather than her usual presence )
I spent my first few weeks trying to leave here. I didn't think that someone might leave as I was stuck here.
( so much for drinking without feelings but it's context more than anything. and in the safety of her home with one person she vaguely trusts she can say a little )
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At least, accompanying her while she drinks is a good enough way to process this. At least, this is what she believes.
So upon arrival, she sits on the couch and grabs her own glass. ] Well, if you haven't noticed, this place is pretty unpredictable.
[ There's no bite to her words, just an exhaustion and a lightly veiled sarcasm. ] Who's this someone? Friend of yours?
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@matermali
that was why she was there now, having travelled from where she'd been staying in london. she hadn't felt it happen exactly, but something in rowena had known when her mentor had died.
so she'd taken the trip, a light bag with her, and as rowena approached the cabin now she could feel the power of the witch inside. (and perhaps it's rowena's presence that makes any lingering nightcomers disappear). and even though this witch has passed her mentor's wards... was she another being helped or the one who'd killed her?
it's why she astral projects when she's at the door rather than knocking on it, appearing as an image inside the cabin, hood of her black travelling cloak down, her wild curls tucked beneath, and it's easy to spot the sight of the other witch there )
Who are you?
( said cautiously but also a little dangerously )
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she'd known him before, had become friendly and he'd been who she'd travelled to in her fear hoping for refuge. except his refuge had come with a cost, not set by him but by his clan: to save her life she had to marry into the clan, it was the only way they could help.
it had been a simple hand fastening, clan leaders present before they were seen as married, allowing him to take her home. rowena had barely left his home since, partly still in fear that it wouldn't be enough, mostly in anger. he'd been kind, he'd given her space, and she'd tried not to let it hurt their friendship but anger was the worst of her, the thing she had least control on and it made her snap at him, frustrated outbursts until she made herself leave the room just to stop directing it at him.
that morning she'd left him a list, ingredients of food and herbs for a spell she needed. a ritual to put herself back in check. when he returns she's in the kitchen, two bowls on the table with her, other ingredients out to start working the spell, her head lifting up to see what he'd actually brought home )
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Good morning, my wife!
( It's easier to joke around the awkwardness, rather than face the awkwardness of their sham marriage to appease her accusers, or to try and prompt a conversation about what happened before it. She was in the right — Wei Wuxian knows this — but he also knows how it feels when society accuses you for doing something good, for defending the weak, how they label you a heretic and tie a noose around your neck. )
....anyway, I managed to get all the things you asked for, and there are are some savoury pancakes in there as well, by the granny who runs a stall on the pier! She says hello, by the way!
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@cetrina
when the additional voices chanted a new spell rowena was overwhelmed, and even taking out a few of them hadn't been enough to stop the portal from opening and her being thrown through it.
and she was thrown hard, colliding painfully against a tree in a forest, the portal already having closed by the time she pulled herself up.
her body ached, there was a little blood dripping down her face from where she'd hit against the tree, but that wasn't her first priority. she needed to know where she was and to find a spell to open that portal back home.
which is how elphaba comes across her in the forest, angry sound as she gathers herself, black trousers, a rest jacket and black blouse underneath )
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But Elphaba doesn't notice that at all, she's too lost in her own little world. That is, until she hears the sound of another person in the woods and nearly jumps, turning towards the noise. She should run, or possibly hide, but she wouldn't be Elphaba Thropp if she was careful, would she?
Instead she approaches, stepping closer as Rowena comes into view. She's a human, and she's certainly not dressed like one of those terrible guards who'd brought in the lion cub... ]
Hello? Are you alright?
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@smulder
so she's only been up for about an hour when there's a knock at her hotel room, long black dress worn, hair curled loosely and left to freely hand, and a perplexed look on her when she answers the door. no one ever bothers her )
Can I help you?
( polite but a little curt )
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their exam was in two weeks, she'd spent class that day preparing them for the practical element of it: rune work, drawing a sigil to apply a specific effect. peter had been the only one who hadn't managed to make a single one work which concerned her and frustrated him. when the last one had failed she'd stopped by his desk, her voice almost a whisper as she invited him to her office hours, something she rarely advertised in her class, before walking away.
so later, hearing the knock at her office door, rowena expects only peter on the other side of it. her office is lit solely by candles, and though there's a desk at one end, a couch and bookcase by another wall, her office looks more like an apothecary might with the bottles and books filling the shelves, bagged ingredients stored in her cabinet. she's in the same long red dress she'd worn to class earlier, though where her hair had been pinned up it now hangs loose down her back )
Come in, Peter.
( she smiles as she opens the door to him and lets him in, gesturing for him to sit on her couch )
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His professor's something else, alright. Gracious and patient with teaching all of them, even if he can't shake away just how he's intimidated of her sometimes. It's her presence, the way she gracefully carries herself, a lady oozing with both regality and, even if he'll deny this, sex appeal. The way she told him to come see her in her office afterhours, in that soft, almost sultry, whisper, awakened something in Peter he didn't know he even has for his teacher.
He's never going to acknowledge this, though, especially when the woman's kind enough to help him through his palpable frustration on her subject. That, and there's no way he should even entertain it. She's his teacher and he's her student. She's probably twice his age, too. No, he was just briefly turned on by the way she whispered, nothing else. The usual testosterone accidents.
Peter's almost successful in shaking all of this off, standing here outside her office door, when he hears her speak again and had to swallow this lump in his throat to physically will it away, as he's reminded of her whisper once again. Okay, he can do this. He swallows once more before putting on a smile and finally opens her door. ]
Thank you so much, Miss Rowena, for this oppor - [ He stops when he sees her office, mouth parted in awe, as his eyes take everything in. Rubbing the back of his neck, feeling almost underdressed in such a nicely decorated office room, he awkwardly takes the seat offered to him. ]
Wow, uh. What a nice room you have here. [ He smiles, sitting on the couch, but not getting too comfortable on it. ] Again, thank you so much for this opportunity. I really enjoy your class, it's just that sometimes I don't understand some of the concepts and procedures. You teach them really well, though.
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Those covens, perhaps. If you believe that is true of all covens then you believe it true of all witches.
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When he does want and mean to go somewhere specific, things tend to — well, work out however they may. And he's always precisely where he needs to be. So, while he didn't have...this on his radar today, he's here and it's obviously for a reason (he always finds a reason), and it's a new adventure!
— and what is this exactly? He steps out of the TARDIS, finds himself in what appears to be a closet of some sort, that opens into a hallway, and down the corridor he goes, towards the dining hall of the smaller ship presently cruising the Seine River. The first person he notices closer to the bar, he approaches with a smile. ]
I haven't missed the festivities, have I?
[ — such as they are. Whatever they are. The TARDIS brought him here for a reason, so while he'll absolutely enjoy himself, he's already clocking the room, the people here, the time of day, the music playing — every little detail that might suggest something amiss. ]
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she'd left her room to find some distance from her fear, pulling a robe over her nightdress to wander the halls, slow, barefoot steps leading her aimlessly. an unconscious thought had led her to erik's room, seeking the comfort of him without even realising it.
outside the door she hesitates, not certain she could (or should) knock, expecting him to be asleep. except, strangely (magically?), the door opens on its own, giving rowena what she needs to step inside, seeking the safety of his bed in the dark )
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He doesn't know with absolute certainty that it's Rowena. He can only sense metal after all, no more than that. Maybe it's just that spark of hope that she too can't sleep that has him unlocking the door, while he simply shifts on the bed so he's facing the door, elbow propped up so she knows he's awake.
He welcomes her into bed without a word, lifting the covers and bringing them over her frame once she's crawled in beside him. His voice is quiet when he speaks, a hush in the dark of the bedroom. ] Couldn't sleep either?
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When she hears the footsteps, she's quick to speak, raising a hand to pause their owner even before she looks up. "Don't touch anything." It was magically delicate and she felt like she was that close to it.
But then Rowena pauses in her thought, looking to see who was there, offering him a small smile before looking back down.
"What do I owe the pleasure of your company?"
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He fetched up on the tower's second floor and, recalling that Dorian had headed off to Orlais for an appointment with a rather prestige tailor, bypassed the mage's nook to check in on Lady Rowena, finding her in her own little cranny with a table covered in books, some open and some not, and the lady herself bent over an open box.
Knowing enough about mages to approach with caution and a little noisily, Liam cleared his throat just before she spoke, then froze in his tracks. "Yes, ma'am," was the automatic response, though delivered with a slanted little grin. He pointedly put his hands behind his back; gesture of good faith.
"Lady Rowena," he then greeted her, giving a polite nod. Rogue, rake, or otherwise, he was still a nobleman's son. "I see you're settling in. I merely wanted to welcome you to Skyhold in person, and inquire if there was anything you might need." Liam glanced around, eyebrow quirking lightly. "Other than a second set of shelves."
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( there's a small shake of her head at his second question, opening her menu now to decide her meal choice and see whether white wine would be nice too. she might know the place well, but sometimes something different tended to catch her eye.
not that she had much chance to look, raising her eyes back to him and pulling a little face to say no clue at his namedrop of the avengers. it sounds like something that rowena should know, especially from how he says it, but it doesn't yet ring a bell )
I've spent some time there over the years. ( she mentally nudges herself to add more, to drop some of her vague mystery ) The first time I was there, I was quite young, studying there.
( a light shrug, looking back at her menu. it was one of her regrets that it hadn't last longer but rowena had learned a great deal then and still remembered those lessons today )
Where was the last country you visited?
thank you for moving us!
At her question, he smiles softly, looking down at the empty appetizer plate for a second. ]
Scotland. I was in Edinburgh for work.
[ To be precise, he flew in to rescue a robot and a witch from a couple no-good aliens. He'd had a beard then, mostly so that he wouldn't get recognized, since he was on the run. Hopefully she doesn't have questions about that, but at least he's no longer a fugitive. ]
I'd also like to go back when I'm not working.
[ And when nobody is trying to kill him and stab his friends. ]
My friends tell me I'd love the museum.
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the expression she'd given him hadn't offered much chance of refusal, and once she'd explained (a walk to clear their heads, get some tea, perhaps something to eat before diving back fresh) they'd locked up and left, walking out into the town.
rowena didn't think much of it, though small towns were not what she enjoyed, even if the quiet of it offered much that she craved. but she did at least enjoy the tea that the coffee shop offered, which she'd gotten to go, letting them walk for a little while )
Thank you for coming with me, Samuel. I half-expected that you might keep working.
( she didn't but there was a small chance of it, though she'd been prepared to be more insistent if needed )
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Or, as fresh as they could get, anyway. Which isn't very.
Sam stretches as they walk, long arms above his head, ending with a heaving sigh as he returns them to his side, hands in his jacket pockets. ]
I probably would, normally. [ There's a chuckle and he cracks a bit of a grin. ] But, uh -- I think you're right on this one. Sometimes a little fresh air is the only thing that does the trick.
[ He'd been reading the same sentences over again: a surefire sign that he'd hit a brick wall, or nearly so. ]
So...where're you thinking? [ Having not nailed down the witch's preferences in the way he'd long since done with his brother, he casts a curious look her way. ] Anywhere in particular?
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which was why this afternoon had felt important. she hadn't seen him in a few days after a case had kept him busy, even if their shared texts had made her smile. that morning, she'd invited him for tea (coffee) and a walk, relieved when there'd been no case taking his attention, before texting him the location to meet her at. it was a thirty-minute drive away, leaving him close enough in case something happened.
her "tea and a walk" turned into a little christmas market. whilst rowena tended to ignore the christmas of it all, she enjoyed seeing the hand-crafted items that people had, the warm feeling shared in the place, and often ended up buying something small -- notebooks, pens, or something magically useful. they popped up everywhere.
when sam arrives, she already has two paper cups in hand, filled with mulled wine, offering one out to him before taking his hand with her now-free one )
Thank you for indulging me.
( she just wanted to spend a little time with him away from the bunker, even if it only ended up being an hour before something disrupted them )
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...It sounds dramatic when he thinks of it like that, but Sam can't help but think of what Dean might say, were he to find out. How his own relationships have gone (up in flames) in the past. And...if he's even enough for her, were this to turn into something more, considering he's a hunter with a dark history and a high likelihood of being dead in a week.
Dead again, that is. So it's with some hesitation that Sam agrees to meet her, and though he spends the whole of the car ride there antsy and worrying over possibilities, Sam at least pulls himself together enough by the time he arrives and lays eyes on her to appear more or less collected, teeth flashing in a smile. ]
Hey. ...Oh, thanks. [ He greets her and then notices the cups, looking pleasantly surprised as he takes one into his hands. ] This smells great.
[ And it tastes amazing too, which he discovers when he takes an exploratory sip. ]
No problem. Nice to have a reason to get some air every once in a while. [ Sam chuckles. Glancing around, he adds: ] And this looks really nice. Been a minute since I've gone to something like this.
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there'd been a temptation to sit between his legs there. there were few people on the flight at this time, though she wanted to do more than just suck him off. that was the start.
she giggles as the bathroom door clicks closed behind them, quickly turning the lock, and pressing against him with her slightly unsteadier footing as the plane moves )
Get comfortable, love.
( her smile widens, her hands effortlessly tugging his pants down as she drops to her knees, kissing his thigh as she uncovers him )