normallystrange
It really was like a bad dream. One minute I'd been making myself all cozy, aided by a bit of magic, and then it was manual-cozyness only. I couldn't even float a pencil anymore.
Maybe Tara was right. Maybe I /was/ using too much magic, and just ran out. Kind of like how your mother will always go "Don't make that face, it'll stick that way", and for once it really does, she's not just saying it because you're making a particularly grotesque image when you cross your eyes, wrinkle your nose,and grimace.
It was probably something that would pass. Like, maybe my magickal battery had run dry and I needed a rest? Still, it had never happened before! And c'mon, re-ensouling Angel? Turning the lights on? It really doesn't compare.
I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath and attempted a calming exercise I had learned a couple years ago. The whole thing wasn't as calming as I was expecting, unfortunately. A calming exercise reminded me of magick, like most things did these days, and I could feel the worry nagging in the back of my mind.
Checking again, I found that I still couldn't do anything decently magicky. Sure, I could still make a pencil float, but only if I chucked it across the room in frustration, and I was certain that didn't count at all. That, and pencil chucking seemed counter-productive and petty.
There was only one thing it could be, a spell. Some nefarious spell had obviously been cast on the group! It would do this sort of thing.
Then, there was always the my-face-was-stuck-that-way theory. Either way, this problem needed to be solved.
Maybe Tara was right. Maybe I /was/ using too much magic, and just ran out. Kind of like how your mother will always go "Don't make that face, it'll stick that way", and for once it really does, she's not just saying it because you're making a particularly grotesque image when you cross your eyes, wrinkle your nose,and grimace.
It was probably something that would pass. Like, maybe my magickal battery had run dry and I needed a rest? Still, it had never happened before! And c'mon, re-ensouling Angel? Turning the lights on? It really doesn't compare.
I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath and attempted a calming exercise I had learned a couple years ago. The whole thing wasn't as calming as I was expecting, unfortunately. A calming exercise reminded me of magick, like most things did these days, and I could feel the worry nagging in the back of my mind.
Checking again, I found that I still couldn't do anything decently magicky. Sure, I could still make a pencil float, but only if I chucked it across the room in frustration, and I was certain that didn't count at all. That, and pencil chucking seemed counter-productive and petty.
There was only one thing it could be, a spell. Some nefarious spell had obviously been cast on the group! It would do this sort of thing.
Then, there was always the my-face-was-stuck-that-way theory. Either way, this problem needed to be solved.