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Log; Completed
When; Saturday Night
Rating; G?
Characters; Jadis, the White Witch![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Summary; A ritual to regain power
Log;
Jadis stood in the center of the empty apartment she'd claimed for herself, having removed the previous occupants through a combination of threat and brute strength. She was dressed in the robes she'd worn to tea with Gabriel, but one sleeve had been ripped off and was clutched tightly in her hand. The other hand held a thick sliver of ice, sharp as broken glass and glinting in the light of the candles set around the room. The windows were thrown open and the candle flames flickered in the evening breeze, throwing distorted shadows of the tall woman onto the walls.
It was not the ritual she would have preferred. By rights, there should have been others to draw the circle and speak the chants. The blood staining the cloth in her hand was not technically given freely, but neither had it been forcibly taken, and there had been no objection on Gabriel's part when the witch had staunched the wound. There were only a few drops of blood, but those few drops carried a power that no Daughter of Eve could have offered. It would be enough. She would make it be enough.
At first her words were barely audible, spoken in a near-whisper. Words dedicated to the Deep Magic, invoking its laws, reminding the world of the natural order of things, of promises made and oaths taken. Each time she repeated the chant, her voice strengthened, and the room grew colder. Over and over, until the witch stood within a swirl of frigid air. Bringing her hands together, she drew the icy blade across her skin, then quickly wrapped the white fabric around her wound, drawing her breath in sharply as the angel's blood joined with her own.
A rush of power flowed into her as if carried on the chill air, rushing across her skin, settling deep within her bones. Nothing near the magic she had at her disposal in Narnia, but when compared to the deprivation of these past days, it was ecstasy. Jadis threw back her head and laughed, raising her hands and dropping both knife and bloody sleeve to the floor.
By the time the candles finally flickered and died, the room was covered in ice, recognizable more as an arctic cavern than a simple city apartment. Now, it was time to begin making plans.
Rating; G?
Characters; Jadis, the White Witch
queenoftraitorsSummary; A ritual to regain power
Log;
Jadis stood in the center of the empty apartment she'd claimed for herself, having removed the previous occupants through a combination of threat and brute strength. She was dressed in the robes she'd worn to tea with Gabriel, but one sleeve had been ripped off and was clutched tightly in her hand. The other hand held a thick sliver of ice, sharp as broken glass and glinting in the light of the candles set around the room. The windows were thrown open and the candle flames flickered in the evening breeze, throwing distorted shadows of the tall woman onto the walls.
It was not the ritual she would have preferred. By rights, there should have been others to draw the circle and speak the chants. The blood staining the cloth in her hand was not technically given freely, but neither had it been forcibly taken, and there had been no objection on Gabriel's part when the witch had staunched the wound. There were only a few drops of blood, but those few drops carried a power that no Daughter of Eve could have offered. It would be enough. She would make it be enough.
At first her words were barely audible, spoken in a near-whisper. Words dedicated to the Deep Magic, invoking its laws, reminding the world of the natural order of things, of promises made and oaths taken. Each time she repeated the chant, her voice strengthened, and the room grew colder. Over and over, until the witch stood within a swirl of frigid air. Bringing her hands together, she drew the icy blade across her skin, then quickly wrapped the white fabric around her wound, drawing her breath in sharply as the angel's blood joined with her own.
A rush of power flowed into her as if carried on the chill air, rushing across her skin, settling deep within her bones. Nothing near the magic she had at her disposal in Narnia, but when compared to the deprivation of these past days, it was ecstasy. Jadis threw back her head and laughed, raising her hands and dropping both knife and bloody sleeve to the floor.
By the time the candles finally flickered and died, the room was covered in ice, recognizable more as an arctic cavern than a simple city apartment. Now, it was time to begin making plans.