Day Seventeen - Aftermath - Caleb/Morgan/Reid
Who: Caleb, Morgan, Reid, Pogue
Where: Grassy area for now
When: v. late morning/noon
Rating: PG
Status: Closed/Finished
Summary: The boys are generally butthurt about the Riverfellians and bat around some snark and banter with Morgan clinging to Caleb the whole time. A couple cracks are made about that, but Caleb brushes them off. When Pogue and Reid decide to head to the pool, Caleb takes Morgan inside instead.
Morgan had winced when Caleb had been in pain. Cautiously, she approached him now. Her eyes flicked to Reid, and she didn't blame the other witch, because nothing here had been anyone's fault - and Caleb had volunteered - but still. It had been painful to watch. Standing by Caleb's side, she gazed up at him.
Caleb's eyes had finally bled back to their normal brown, and he gazed back down to Morgan as she looked at him. He could still feel ghosts of the pain and he wondered how long that would last. He ran a hand down his face and wondered what that had all been about. Well, it had been about causing them pain, clearly, both physical and mental, about breaking them. But what if there was more?
Reid glanced to Caleb as well, apologetically. Sure, the other witch had signed up for it, but Reid wouldn't have done that under normal circumstances to anyone. Though he was now thinking he might not mind giving it another go with the woman who'd commanded him to do it in the first place.
"Sorry, man," he muttered, not looking the other Son in the eyes any longer.
"Don't worry about it," Caleb replied, glancing over, "I'm fine. I'll be fine."
Because he wasn't entirely fine, but it had just been illusion; no real damage, though the echoes he felt argued that point a bit.
Where: Grassy area for now
When: v. late morning/noon
Rating: PG
Status: Closed/Finished
Summary: The boys are generally butthurt about the Riverfellians and bat around some snark and banter with Morgan clinging to Caleb the whole time. A couple cracks are made about that, but Caleb brushes them off. When Pogue and Reid decide to head to the pool, Caleb takes Morgan inside instead.
Morgan had winced when Caleb had been in pain. Cautiously, she approached him now. Her eyes flicked to Reid, and she didn't blame the other witch, because nothing here had been anyone's fault - and Caleb had volunteered - but still. It had been painful to watch. Standing by Caleb's side, she gazed up at him.
Caleb's eyes had finally bled back to their normal brown, and he gazed back down to Morgan as she looked at him. He could still feel ghosts of the pain and he wondered how long that would last. He ran a hand down his face and wondered what that had all been about. Well, it had been about causing them pain, clearly, both physical and mental, about breaking them. But what if there was more?
Reid glanced to Caleb as well, apologetically. Sure, the other witch had signed up for it, but Reid wouldn't have done that under normal circumstances to anyone. Though he was now thinking he might not mind giving it another go with the woman who'd commanded him to do it in the first place.
"Sorry, man," he muttered, not looking the other Son in the eyes any longer.
"Don't worry about it," Caleb replied, glancing over, "I'm fine. I'll be fine."
Because he wasn't entirely fine, but it had just been illusion; no real damage, though the echoes he felt argued that point a bit.