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Salem, same town that never seems to change much. Of course to the outside eye it seemed like a quiet and sleepy little town. To the locals who knew better it was a lot more interesting than that. Spirits and magics left over from years of pain and suffering surround the place. Gemma suspected if people actually knew what was there they wouldn't walk around so calmly.
But it's home now, the tower seemed content to have her and Hector back in it's walls and showed it in little ways like perfect temperature and lighting that followed them from room to room.
Zauriel was still here in the tower. He'd heard her call from Bete Noir and come for her with the others. And wasn't that just fun to deal with Uncle John and her hanging around an Angel?
She dug out her own stock of actual tea and brewed up a pot humming under her breath as she worked. She might not be as bad as some but she's still a Brit and there's nothing like a cuppa after being thrown into a subdimensional city and being told you were descendants of Cain and oh by the way you're living here now. It's a comfort thing.
She brought the tray of tea and fixings to the room with the fireplace where Zauriel was waiting for her. Hector had celebrated returning to the tower by making an immediate batch of cookies so there was sugar with their tea.
"Isn't it weird that this kind of stuff is starting to seem normal? I'm a lost cause I suspect." She hands Zauriel a mug of tea and settles in next to him.
But it's home now, the tower seemed content to have her and Hector back in it's walls and showed it in little ways like perfect temperature and lighting that followed them from room to room.
Zauriel was still here in the tower. He'd heard her call from Bete Noir and come for her with the others. And wasn't that just fun to deal with Uncle John and her hanging around an Angel?
She dug out her own stock of actual tea and brewed up a pot humming under her breath as she worked. She might not be as bad as some but she's still a Brit and there's nothing like a cuppa after being thrown into a subdimensional city and being told you were descendants of Cain and oh by the way you're living here now. It's a comfort thing.
She brought the tray of tea and fixings to the room with the fireplace where Zauriel was waiting for her. Hector had celebrated returning to the tower by making an immediate batch of cookies so there was sugar with their tea.
"Isn't it weird that this kind of stuff is starting to seem normal? I'm a lost cause I suspect." She hands Zauriel a mug of tea and settles in next to him.