Fiction: Coven
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clare_dragonflyTitle: Coven
World: Extranormal Crimes
Word count: 616--I overshot a little bit!
Rating: PG-13 for drug use
Prompt: Thimbleful Thursday: quote unquote
Notes: Maggie is really a fun character to write.
There were three of them lying on the hood of the car, staring up at the stars--at least, the few stars they could see, between the trees and the light pollution.
But this was good. As good as it got. Melissa passed the joint to Maggie; she sucked in, held it in her lungs for a moment, and passed it on to Aric. The smoke didn't seem to do much for her, but she enjoyed the companionship.
"I love stars," sighed Melissa. "They're so mystical."
Aric snorted. "The stars are real. Giant balls of fire just like the sun. They're just far away."
“But from here, they're just little sparkles. They could mean anything, right?" Melissa sighed and settled down a little more, her head inches from Maggie's. "Maggie, do you know anything about witchcraft?"
Maggie froze, her heartbeat pounding in her ears. She hoped the others couldn't tell how tense she was, or how her breathing had sped up. "What do you mean?" she asked carefully.
They couldn't know, could they? She hadn't told anyone in years--not since Skylar. It was hard to keep control over her strange abilities, but she could usually pass them off as the wind or an animal, as long as no one was paying too close attention. Could Melissa have seen something?
Aric laughed loudly, the laugh turning into a cough as he passed the joint back to Maggie. "You and your quote-unquote witchcraft."
Maggie looked at the joint, silhouetting it against the stars, and passed it to Melissa without taking any more. Maybe the drugs were getting to her; maybe they were making her paranoid. Her heart was still hammering.
"It's real!" Melissa said, but without the intense fury that Maggie knew would have characterized her words if they were talking out back of the school. "I'm joining a coven next weekend. They're going to show me what to do. They'll make a circle and summon the Goddess under the full moon." She sucked in smoke, held it, sucked in more.
"What's the point of summoning the Goddess?" Maggie asked, curious.
"To make themselves sound special," Aric snorted.
"She'll give us power." Smoke wafted over Maggie from Melissa’s mouth at the word power. In the darkness, the smoke curled into the shape of a woman, her hips wide, her hands held out. Maggie shivered and closed her eyes. Was she the one doing that, or was there really magic in Melissa’s smoke?
"Yeah, the power to be idiots," Aeric said.
"Would you stop it?" Melissa said, annoyance sharpening her tone even with the mellowing effect of the smoke. "It's not hurting anybody, especially not you."
"Where is it?" Maggie asked. She took the joint, but didn't smoke yet.
"At the leader's house. Do you want to come?"
"Can I?" If there was any chance, any chance at all that she wasn't the only one…
"Please come. I don't want to go alone."
So that was why she'd brought it up. Well, if she could sneak out again, Maggie wasn't going to complain. She sucked in smoke and passed the last stump of the joint to Aric.
"Maggie, don't go," Aric said. "It's just a scam." He tossed aside the useless end.
"I won't let them scam me. You know I pay attention."
"That's true." She could hear the smile in his voice as he lifted up on his elbow, bending over her. "I guess it's best if you do go. You can keep Melissa safe."
Maggie reached out and took Melissa’s hand, pulling her close as well. "I'll keep both of you safe," she whispered as their kisses landed on her, soft and sweet and fragile.
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World: Extranormal Crimes
Word count: 616--I overshot a little bit!
Rating: PG-13 for drug use
Prompt: Thimbleful Thursday: quote unquote
Notes: Maggie is really a fun character to write.
There were three of them lying on the hood of the car, staring up at the stars--at least, the few stars they could see, between the trees and the light pollution.
But this was good. As good as it got. Melissa passed the joint to Maggie; she sucked in, held it in her lungs for a moment, and passed it on to Aric. The smoke didn't seem to do much for her, but she enjoyed the companionship.
"I love stars," sighed Melissa. "They're so mystical."
Aric snorted. "The stars are real. Giant balls of fire just like the sun. They're just far away."
“But from here, they're just little sparkles. They could mean anything, right?" Melissa sighed and settled down a little more, her head inches from Maggie's. "Maggie, do you know anything about witchcraft?"
Maggie froze, her heartbeat pounding in her ears. She hoped the others couldn't tell how tense she was, or how her breathing had sped up. "What do you mean?" she asked carefully.
They couldn't know, could they? She hadn't told anyone in years--not since Skylar. It was hard to keep control over her strange abilities, but she could usually pass them off as the wind or an animal, as long as no one was paying too close attention. Could Melissa have seen something?
Aric laughed loudly, the laugh turning into a cough as he passed the joint back to Maggie. "You and your quote-unquote witchcraft."
Maggie looked at the joint, silhouetting it against the stars, and passed it to Melissa without taking any more. Maybe the drugs were getting to her; maybe they were making her paranoid. Her heart was still hammering.
"It's real!" Melissa said, but without the intense fury that Maggie knew would have characterized her words if they were talking out back of the school. "I'm joining a coven next weekend. They're going to show me what to do. They'll make a circle and summon the Goddess under the full moon." She sucked in smoke, held it, sucked in more.
"What's the point of summoning the Goddess?" Maggie asked, curious.
"To make themselves sound special," Aric snorted.
"She'll give us power." Smoke wafted over Maggie from Melissa’s mouth at the word power. In the darkness, the smoke curled into the shape of a woman, her hips wide, her hands held out. Maggie shivered and closed her eyes. Was she the one doing that, or was there really magic in Melissa’s smoke?
"Yeah, the power to be idiots," Aeric said.
"Would you stop it?" Melissa said, annoyance sharpening her tone even with the mellowing effect of the smoke. "It's not hurting anybody, especially not you."
"Where is it?" Maggie asked. She took the joint, but didn't smoke yet.
"At the leader's house. Do you want to come?"
"Can I?" If there was any chance, any chance at all that she wasn't the only one…
"Please come. I don't want to go alone."
So that was why she'd brought it up. Well, if she could sneak out again, Maggie wasn't going to complain. She sucked in smoke and passed the last stump of the joint to Aric.
"Maggie, don't go," Aric said. "It's just a scam." He tossed aside the useless end.
"I won't let them scam me. You know I pay attention."
"That's true." She could hear the smile in his voice as he lifted up on his elbow, bending over her. "I guess it's best if you do go. You can keep Melissa safe."
Maggie reached out and took Melissa’s hand, pulling her close as well. "I'll keep both of you safe," she whispered as their kisses landed on her, soft and sweet and fragile.
Thanks for reading this story! If you enjoyed it, visit my main page for all stories I've posted at Dreamwidth, or the tag for this world for more stories with this setting or characters. You can also pledge at my Patreon for exclusive patron-only stories and prompt posts.