[Thread] I got a fever
Characters: OU!Rayne, AU!Willow Rosenberg
Where: Ast-Tria
When: After Sunset
Summary: Rayne arrives at Ast-Tria, meeting with one of her roommates.
Warnings: Redhead hotness. Yeah, baby!
Willow knelt before her altar, the purple cloth covering the table. A silver pentacle rested in the center, five candles surrounding it, one sitting at each point of the star. Red for fire, blue for water, white for air, green for earth, and silver for spirit. They were lit, their little red-orange-y flames dancing gently. A bundle of sage burned, its sweet, smoky scent filling the air slowly. Her athame sat not far from her right hand, the black handle looking onyx in the low light. Willow inhaled deeply, filling her lungs with the smell of sage, clearing her mind as she exhaled slowly, having been meditating for the past half-hour or so.
The redheaded witch opened her eyes slowly, the pupils of her green eyes dialated a little and she leaned forward, blowing out the candles one by one, going through her ritual of thanking each of the elements, then each of the corners. Once it was done, she leaned back a little, a serene smile on her face. Willow began to pack up her tools carefully, handling each with care, waiting to do the candles last, for the wax to harden.
Where: Ast-Tria
When: After Sunset
Summary: Rayne arrives at Ast-Tria, meeting with one of her roommates.
Warnings: Redhead hotness. Yeah, baby!
Willow knelt before her altar, the purple cloth covering the table. A silver pentacle rested in the center, five candles surrounding it, one sitting at each point of the star. Red for fire, blue for water, white for air, green for earth, and silver for spirit. They were lit, their little red-orange-y flames dancing gently. A bundle of sage burned, its sweet, smoky scent filling the air slowly. Her athame sat not far from her right hand, the black handle looking onyx in the low light. Willow inhaled deeply, filling her lungs with the smell of sage, clearing her mind as she exhaled slowly, having been meditating for the past half-hour or so.
The redheaded witch opened her eyes slowly, the pupils of her green eyes dialated a little and she leaned forward, blowing out the candles one by one, going through her ritual of thanking each of the elements, then each of the corners. Once it was done, she leaned back a little, a serene smile on her face. Willow began to pack up her tools carefully, handling each with care, waiting to do the candles last, for the wax to harden.