CURSED│open to all rp levels discussion
newest »
Hannah Hawken was having an episode.When the world expects you to be perfect when you aren't, that feeling of being a disappointment is so overwhelming, such a deep, dark rogue wave ready to sweep you away the second the gates are opened and the water spills through.
Hannah always loved to hide in the rooftop garden. She felt closer to the more divine members of her family there. But today, she felt like she had fallen from heaven after the screaming her mother had done at her earlier.
It was always the same thing, over and over again. She wasn't bisexual, she was just confused. God wouldn't like it if she reacted to these sinning instincts. Hannah was the needle on a broken record; forced to replay the same thing over and over again. So when the Korean man with the wrap came up to her, asking why she was crying, she only cried harder.
"I-I'll go, I'm sorry, I shouldn't be up here during my lunch period." Hannah finally blubbered out. She stood up, realizing that she didn't have a coat and that might be viewed as odd, but with the light she was constantly radiating, she was never in need of a coat.
((Are mythical creatures closeted here or does everyone know who everyone is?)
daewon offered a bright smile. poor thing. she must’ve been crying for at least an hour. “No no no,” he said quickly, waving his hand. “You should be. Listen. If you can, just. . . try and ignore me.” he looked down at his wrap and offered it to her. “Here, try this. It’ll help.” the worst days were often cured with just a single wrap, or so daewon had found. “Oh wait. I’ll be right back!” walking briskly to his lunch bag, daewon found the girl again and gave her a strawberry yogurt. “Now this should ought to cheer your face up.”
Logan whistled an old sailor’s tune as he sat on the rooftop bench, his feet taping to an imaginary beat. Even though he was a teacher, he still longed to ditch class for the next few periods. It was now lunchtime, a chance for him to escape the continuous marking of test papers and the same lectures he’d give that no one tended to listen. His fist scrunched up the piece of tinfoil that once covered his roast beef sandwich. Then proceeded to toss it up and down like a ball. Today, he felt the strong incubus urges. Most of the time he’d be on duty in the cafeteria, but for the sake of his job and the hormonal teens, he preferred to remain out of sight.
“There ’s sorrow with every lover
Whose true love is far away.
To thee, my Love, to thee—
So fain would I come to thee!”
He sang loudly, his arms opening wide as if giving some form of performance to an imaginative crowd. He sighed with a shake of his head. “This is going to be a long fucking day” he muttered.
"And the water's so bright in a still moonlight,
As I look across the sea."
Beth had on the rooftop since last period, her free period. She had grabbed her lunch and came up here hiding behind some of the plants. This was the first time in awhile that she had been able to get some privacy from her students and other nosy teachers. Bethany MacGregor was a well know teacher, been at the school for awhile and was well liked, although she was a bit reserved.
When she had heard the song she just had to finish the rest, an old tune from a former lover of hers. She had enough lover, each of whom had taken a piece of her heart. So as a way to remember them, she had picked up on certain things they done. One had a habit of making his coffee with some whiskey which she done every so often. But the song was one she hadn't heard for a long time. So Beth came out of her hiding spot and nodded at Logan. She was a bit surprised to see it was him but she said nothing as she had a brown paper bag in her hands and looked over the flowers. Since she had a garden at her own home she definitely tried to keep the ones here alive as well. She had gone over to some of the more fragrant flowers. A couple seemed to be dying and to be less noticeable she leaned down and snuffed them, but as her hand touched the dying ones they regained their liveliness.
Logan twirled his body to face Bethany, or Ms MacGregor as she was commonly referred to in the school. To say he was shocked to hear her voice flow through the air so beautiful, was an understatement. He hadn’t heard the words being sung back in years. The song died in the wind as her last words ring out. Logan had seen her around, though with classes and schedules they had to keep, it was hard for them to ever come face to face again. Yet her she was. He casted a quick glance, but in that moment he’d noticed everything. She looked radiant, still with that effortless beauty. Logan ran a hand through his brown blond hair, he noticed a strand rebelliously land on his forehead. “Beth” he smiled as he added a small bow to his greeting. “What’s wrong? I only get a nod after all this time?” He tsked though his lopsided grin remained, “I see you look not a day over 700,” he looked at the hiding spot she’d been sitting by. “And what’s this! Stalking me?” He raised an eyebrow. This was what Logan did when he was uncomfortable, he talked. And talked. But it wasn’t Beth that made him so, it was him being caught singing that song that carried many emotions and memory to him.
When she reached for the flower, he felt himself hold a breath. He’d seen it before, yet the power of magic still amazed him. To bring life. As an incubus, the only thing Logan had in his mind that was magical was the act leading up to sex. The whole plan to allure the girl...or guy. He let out a low whistle in admiration.
Bethany laughed when he asked if something was wrong. "No Logan, sometimes less is more." She was always about subtlety, it was how she seemed to works. Smiles from across the way, light laughter, hair flips, etc. Thought, it worked with her. It made her have this gentleness around her and it went well with how she acted. Her student seemed to go to her with many of their problems, other teachers always found her lovely to talk with. Even her own home was cozy. Another laugh left her when he commented on her age. She was an older one who lived in Warwick. She had preferred lifetimes of magic to keep herself young. Although she had aged some since her being in this town. She was a beginner witch when she first arrived and couldn't of been more then sixteen in her appearance.
"Of course not!" A hand went to her chest at the idea of her stalking him. She would never, at least she wouldn't do such personally. She would ofent some small animal around if she really wanted to stalk someone, it was easier and she wouldn't be caught that way. "I've been up her since last period, enjoying the air up here." The garden was nice, it gave her a chance to relax and feel at ease. Unlike Logan, she had magic on her side to go through wkly the teacher things like grading papers. So she had more time on her hands then most.
She smirked at her work as it gave her a boost. She loved the beauty that she could create but she also knew the horrors. Another thing that Beth had done in the first stages of her life. A part of her that nobody still living had seen. Beth like all people learned from her mistakes and she had a lot of them the brought her to where she was.
Logan nodded as he heard that well used phrase. “And sometimes, more is better. More time living, better experiences all around” He smirked. He was obviously hinting at something more explicit in this content. But Logan knew that even though he was a fraction of the age Beth had under her, the time that had passed had transformed him into the cunning professor he was now. He had years to perfect his skills as an incubus. But on a serious side, the years had harden his human side, leaving behind the Logan he once was. He couldn’t remember a life before being an incubus, it was a price to pay for this eternal life. It was like a baby not remembering its birth or the first ‘somethings’. He chuckled, with a shake of his head. “No, no, no don’t deny it! If you were hiding by the garden and was here before me, AND didn’t say a peep…you were stalking me” Logan smirked, flashing his pearly whites. He should’ve known Beth would be up here sooner, the garden life, the fresh air. It was something that took away the modernity of this century with the roaring car engines and the construction works. Up here, it seemed to drown out the sound of it, almost a time travelling garden that took you back to the time he was from. It soothed that ferocious incubus inside him.
He smiled as he walked towards her until they were face to face. “It’s great seeing you in the flesh…again” he announced. “Thought that the legend that was gentle, fantastic Ms MacGregor was a myth. Yet here you are” His eyes flashed with a certain excitement. “How have you been?” He asked gently. His voice did that, when it was serious it was gentle and when he was not, it rose and fell with volume. in contrast to other supernaturals, incubus rarely changed their appearance, it was their voice that gave their power. His touch was deadly too, especially today, and as such he left his hands by his sides.
Beth rolled her eyes at him when he said more is sometimes better too. He had lived for a long time to have realized less is usually better. Being vague and reserved helping her with many things. She also knew because of how much she had lost in her life, lovers and children. She was always alone but she definitely gave everyone the feeling that they weren't and didn't have to. She was like a mother at this school, advising kids and keep certain ones out of trouble.
She gasped at him as her eyes went wide. "What a way to blame a lady! I would of thought you to prefer your privacy." She was being dramatic and pulling his leg but all the same. Beth wasn't the type of person to but into other people's business. Most of the time she had always been invited to all the conversations that the teachers had. Some thought Bethany was too full of herself or prestigious to talk and mingle with the others who taught at the school. Although, that was false, she just liked her space but she also didn't like getting to close sometimes. Past experiences coming back to haunt her of friends she watched die and such.
With a raised brow she looked up at him. "You see me in the halls everyday," she retorted. Maybe Logan didn't notice her walking around the school but she took note of when she seen him around. Maybe she was waiting for him to say something about the past. She had always worried about what she had done no matter if it was good or bad. Beth believed in karma which is why she always seemed to being doing good or been kind. It was her trying to repay back what she had done in her first century. "I'm sorry my students like me," she said sarcastically knowing that she wasn't actually sorry. She liked teaching and seeing her students come to her if they need anything. It make her feel needed. "How am I? I'm doing alright but how are you, Logan?" She knew well what was happening whether he meant to do such or not. People don't get to be Beth's age without knowing how to distinguish what was around her. She knew who was weres and vamps. Knew who was mermaids and fairy, etc. A talented witch as she was just knew everything just about.
Beth was everything Logan was not. She was able to reach out to everything and everyone, leaving them with the feeling of the kindest hug ever. Whenever someone met Logan, even on a good day, he couldn’t manage to create such a connection. He had once…but left him vulnerable and exposed that he broke that too. During the younger years, he was far too focused on fulfilling his desires, too hotheaded and sexual driven. Then came the period of boredom where nothing surprised him. And then came Beth. Guarded yet could socially flourish in a second. It was his turn to roll his eyes. “Oh my dearest lady, I could never blame you for wanting to stalk this” he smirked gesturing to himself. He thought back to the song they sung. It was almost deja vu the way she had entered. Logan remembered when he taught her that song. The moonlight that dazzled the water, mirroring the lyrics. It was way back, before the town arew with small boutiques and humans forgot about their existence. But he remembered.
He shrugged, running a hand through his hair. The shirt he wore was tight. The stupid dryer had shrunken the material…or rather his late night stand had thrown it inside it after finding another girl’s belongings lodged in his room too. “You must’ve gotten smaller then” It was hard for him to blend him, he knew that. But lately he thought he’d managed to sneak around the school unnoticed. Invisible. He brought his hand to his chin while the other arm propped it there. “Oh please, I couldn’t care less about the kids, they fall asleep when I start talking about anything other than terrorism” He hated that topic, preferring to dive into the philosophical side of politics since he was there for many important movements throughout time. But Logan still felt jealous that whenever class was over, no one would stay behind to ask him more about the subject or even to say they enjoyed the lecture. No, he’d sometimes just get those eyes from his female students which he ignored profoundly.
“Me? Grand. Never better” he lied. His eyes darted when he lied, and they were moving at the double speed as they cruised around Beth. Logan needed to get out of the high school for a few days, fill his desire to start back. It had been almost three months since. After what happened with Beth, with the vulnerabilities, with the emotions, he fell deep into a depression of who he had to be: a detached being driven by desire, or the human he was, wanted to be. Normal. He remembered he had asked Beth to take away this side of him, begging on his knees. He had been so weak.
"Oh my, what a foolish flirt." She wasn't trying to be a bitch but was jesting with him. Though, the truth was that Beth didn't know that Logan had been on the roof with her until he had whistled by then she just went with it. Honestly she was happier it was Logan up here rather than some students trying to get it on. Oh that was a story Beth never wanted to relive.
"Oh I'm hurt," she said as she reach out and paced a hand on Logan's shoulder. Before he could say anything his shirt was back to its original size and fit. She drew her hand back and looked at him, a question in her eyes to see if he would say anything about her fixing that problem for him. "And you think kids like learning latin anymore than the next subject." Bethany had her fair share of sleeping students but they found her personality trustworthy and gentle. Hardly anyone fail her class and she always pulled aside the students who were having trouble with the class. She made time to get everything going as it was.
Beth gave a sigh as she could tell he was lying. She had enough knowledge from talking with her student to know bullshit when she seen it. "You're not," she corrected him. She was terribly sorry about what happened. Bethany was one of the oldest and powerful witches in Warwick. She spent years on her craft but she couldn't help Logan. The curse of Warwick was created by witches or warlocks but gods. Godly magic wasn't something she could break. She had tampered with dark and powerful magic before but she wouldn't go back there to see if she could part the curse from Logan. She was haunted by what she had seen all the centuries before from her dabbling in it.
Logan chuckled. “And what a wonderful witch” he smiled towards her. He never doubted that. Even if he wasn’t someone she could fix. He didn’t hold it against her, ever would. After years of time away from her, he had enough to realise the strength of what he asked for. It was beyond anyone that lived in Warwick. He felt the fabric around his arms and chest loosen. Logan instinctively leaned to the touch. Its’ familiarity. “Always to my rescue, huh?” He winked. “You shouldn’t waste it on me” he added, his tone carrying a seriousness. Magic was limitless but some witches could be drained from the use of it. He didn’t doubt that with Beth’s age and power she wouldn’t be weakened by it. But still preferred that magic be used until it was a necessity. He could’ve easily gotten another shirt after school. Gods knew how many shirts and outfits he hid under the nooks and crannies of his studio apartment.
“Quidquid latine dictum sit, altum videtur” he recited. “See, I remember” he smirked, crossing his arms over his chest. More of an ironic phrase to poke fun at Beth’s knowledge of Latin. “I enjoyed it when you taught me” He said, reliving the memory in his mind.
Logan’s arms fell and his hands slipped into his trouser pockets. He had to learn to lie better, or at least manipulate his words. He shifted from side to side. “Let’s drop the topic of my wellbeing” he suggested. He didn’t want her to know his struggles, preferring to be remembered like the playful, goofy Logan he was. “How’s your love life?” He asked, hoping she’d follow his change of subject. Love, or rather, attraction was something Logan felt comfortable around, he should’ve been Cupid in another life.
She rolled her eyes at him saying she was a wonderful witch. She denied that and always would. Beth had learned over the years what was worth using magic one and why wasn't. That didn't make her wonderful just knowledgeable. She also had generations or spellbooks. Unbeknownst to many of Beth's long time friends, her family practiced the craft for many generations. When they were killed for the practice she ran and eventually got here, where real magic embedded in her. She knew rituals and spells but they rarely worked but when she came to Warwick it all started to work and swirl around her. "I wouldn't say that."
When he leaned in, she had to remind herself that this wasn't then. She was in the present and not the past, even if the familiarity called to her. Sometimes have something familiar drove away her loneliness and needs. Everything always seemed simpler to her when she gave in. "Am I?" she said as she backed off a little. She never thought of it as such, she found herself being needed and acted. Beth looked at him with this face of excuse me before she raised her hand and done a circle with her index finger. The wind picked up and dead leaves picked up and circled around them before dropping once she stopped and lowered her hand. She drew a lot of her magic from nature instead of within herself. So when she did draw magic from her being it wasn't as draining.
"Very shameless," she said as the slightest of smiles appeared on her face. She was being serious for most of this conversation but he was reminding her of good times. She did remember the hours spent teaching him latin. A language that she most commonly wrote in because of her own books. It was what all her spells and chants were in, the old language. Everything flowed better and seemed perfect in Latin.
He wanted to drop the topic of his well-being but brought up her love life. She would of preferred that being dropped into the ocean and never spoke of again. The truth about Beth's love life was that she hasn't had one in awhile. She hadn't had one since him to be told. A piece of her heart goes with each person and she hasn't had time to pick up the pieces and move on. Besides Beth had more important things to do with her life. "Oh, you know," she said as she brushed hair from her face. A nervous tick of hers, it was also why she done such when she seemed to flirt. Bethany always being a somewhat shy and nervous person around people she was attracted to or knew her well enough to know her. She knew Logan would most likely see right through her but she couldn't help it.
