Grimoire’s Return. discussion

This is where supernatural energy is at it’s highest. Any ritual will work here.

Caspian danced languidly, her hips swaying with the golden fabric that swathed her body. Other nefarious men and women danced around her, but if you were paying any attention at all, she was the center of attention. Golden moon phases and runes were painted on her sun-kissed skin, and her hair was glittering with crystals. She moved her arms like she was casting a spell, and she was. But this one didn’t involve magic. It only involved her body.

Dante felt it the moment he entered the circle. An energy, which knowing the witches he knew, probably symbolized rampant sex.
Witches love their sex.
He made his way to a corner of the room, planned to be calm, wish for something.

Caspian kept meeting his eyes. She knew he was there. She could sense his presence from a mile away. She didn’t acknowledge him further, though, just hoped he saw the man nearest her lay his hands on her waist.

Dante tried his best to ignore it. He get someone glancing at him; looking at him, but couldn’t tell who. With all the witches in the room, it overwhelmed his senses, the sense of magic and sex and sweat. He looked up, and felt his eyes connect with someone.
Caspian.

Caspian met his eyes, her hips swaying gracefully. She danced discreetly towards him, and stood in front of him. Her dress was shimmering with gold, and her skirt stopped just at her thighs.
“Dante Infernalis.”

“Caspian Lemendola.”
He wouldn’t face her, COULDN’T face her, because he knew he was bound to rip that dress right off of her with his teeth and take her right then and there. Show everyone what is HIS.
“How’s Ace?”

“She’s with a sister of mine at the moment. How are you?” She asked, raising an ebony black eyebrow.

Dante swallowed. “Perfectly fine.” He motioned with a hand, which probably seemed awkward, given he wasn’t facing her, and she was talking to his back. “What brings you here?”

“Look at me. I’d like to see your pretty face, Dante.” Cas said, ignoring the question.

Dante smiled. “Answer me question first.” He knew that equally, him and Cas were stubborn bitches. He knew that more than likely, he would break first.
It wouldn’t be the first time, nor the last.

“Not if you don’t answer mine.” Caspian crossed her arms, furrowing her brow.

Dante shook his head. “You came to me, thus inciting conversation. That means I have the right to ask what I want and get an answer, whether I face you or not.”

“Face me, and you will receive your answer. Why is it you won’t look at me, Dante? Afraid you’ll ravage me in front of everyone?” She teased, knowing it would get to him.

Dante sighed. This woman. This fucking woman was going to be the death of him and more. “Do you want to the answer to that, or do you want me to do it?”

“Maybe not in front of everyone, but the ravaging part would be pleasurable.” Cas said, her voice itself like liquid gold.

Dante felt something unless in himself. He was going to fuck her brains out. He knew that as soon as he saw her. “Are you not going to apologize? Or at the least, tell me what had happened that day?”

“Well, Dante. I apologise for not telling you the truth. Well.. not the entire truth. I should’ve trusted you with information as vital as such, since you had trusted me with things of the like yourself.” Caspian said, and it truly sounded like she meant it.

Dante clenched his jaw. “Go home. I will be there in a second. Make sure you are ready. I better not see clothes on.” He sighed once more.

“Understood.” Cas said, kissing his neck quickly before almost disappearing.

Dante stood up, and made his way to the exit of the room. Then he paused. He leaned over to a witch who was...doing things, and whispered. “Do you possibly have any lingerie?”
The witch stared at him and the warlock beneath her growled. A slight “no, but a nearby store sells them” was answer enough.

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Willow walks to the structure, and leans against a pole. She takes out her paints and strokes the brush along the canvas. Finally, some quiet.