(closed) march catchall

[tealeafs]

Who: Ange (entreats), Chizuru (tealeafs), Daniel (miyagimagic) and various others.
What: March shenanigans.
When: During all of March.
Where: Locations vary.

Content Warnings: Nothing right now, specific warnings will be in headers when they come up.

( starters in the comments! if you want to plot anything with me, feel free to either pm the journal or contact me at queeningsquare, i'm always open to new ideas and threads! )

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[entreats]

[ Ange doesn't know the full extent of what's happening here.

But even so - she does know a lot. Not how it ties in with the entire concept of contracts in Break's own world, since Ange is way too focused on her own world's version of it in this moment - no idea about what's happening with the seal on his skin. But she does know that the right connection is forming. Even if Break wouldn't be out here summoning her butterflies, she'd know. She can feel it. It's like the man is an extension of her, in a way that isn't emotionally or just how she views him this time, but physically. A part of her status as a witch, a part of her magic.

It feels exactly the way it did when she used this same magic on Ruby, which is how she knows it worked.

Even Break's startled reaction doesn't seem as alarming. She doesn't figure the true reason for it in this moment, instead chalking it up to it being a whole new experience.

Ange pulls back her hands, smiling up at him. ]

Do you like it? It doesn't feel strange anywhere, does it?

[ It's not like Ange is very experienced with creating furniture, after all. This is only her second attempt, and-- both Ruby and Break are important enough to her for Ange to want to make sure this is good for them too.

Especially when she - in this moment - figures it's going to be a permanent change. ]

I guess I should say something formal about you being furniture serving this witch now, but.. we're a little closer than that, aren't we? [ It's almost said with a faint joking edge at the end there, something a little more cheeky. Even corruption can't erase the notion in Ange's heart of just how important he is to her. ]

[payingfordeliverance]

…it feels just like sliding into a familiar old coat.

[A weight settling over his shoulders in a perfect fit, wool lined with satin, or Qrow's arm around him when he needs to remember that he's safe. Something warm and protective. It may not necessarily be something good, in the long run. Perhaps not the thing Break really needs to get past these latest hurts. But in this moment, it's what he wants, and the comfort it provides is genuine as it settles around him.

He'd arrived at Rainsworth with his old cloak from Sinclair still fastened around him, spread beneath him like bat wings as he lay there bleeding, the hem all torn and ragged. It had been stained and threadbare at the shoulders and smelled exactly as you'd expect of a cloak he'd used as a blanket while sleeping on the streets for the better part of a year, and when one of the maids tried to take it from him, he threw a massive fit that had the staff outright terrified of him for several months. Lady Shelly herself had to slide in to settle him. She did so by taking him to choose his new cloak his own self, letting him oversee the laundering of the old one much the same way a worried child might watch a beloved toy having a bath, and personally seeing to it that the tattered old garment had a safe place to hang in his wardrobe. To have come so far from home, she'd said with a knowing twinkle in her eye, of course it made sense that he'd wish to hang on to an important momento.

This is very much like that. Now that Ange has restored this feeling for him, he won't feel quite ready to give it up for some time. Such is the power of the Witch of Resurrection.]

I'm the last person you want proper vows from. I'll find a way to make it terribly embarrassing for you.

[entreats]

[ There's no way Ange can fully grasp on to the meaning behind those words - not the details, anyway.

But the bigger thread? She can see that. Break doesn't say things without meaning it, and this specific wording does make her feel like she did him a great favour - which, ironically enough, will twist entirely back onto itself once she properly realises what she has truly done here.

But right now? Ange just feels glad that Break seems to enjoy this as much as she is. It's the entire point, after all. Why create a separate world for the people she loves to be safe if they can't be happy there? ]

You're right. I can't allow you to tease me too much now I am a proper witch. It won't do, not in front of other people. [ There's no proper scolding in that though. She doesn't even sound fully serious as much as Ange just sounds amused - still basking in the glee of knowing she will not only have Ruby with her, but Break as well. ]

But.. actually, I have another surprise for you.

[ She holds out her hands towards him. ]

Are you ready to see it? [ And then, perhaps born from gleeful excitement, she can't help but add: ] Should I tell you to close your eye?

[ You know, like a kid getting a birthday present.. ]

[payingfordeliverance]

Hoh? Shall it be a root beer float?

[It's a reminder of one of their past exchanges, and how it really does take very little to make Break happy in the grand scheme of things. Just now, it doesn't even cross his mind that Ange might have done something so grand as craft an entire dimension just to give Ruby -- and himself -- a home in it.

Despite the fact that that's really just a grander version of what Break took it upon himself to do when he needed to find his feet, here in Trench. Give the kids a home, because he was arguably the only one out of that first batch who even knew what a loving home was. Build a safe place, a sanctuary against the horrors of the outside world, which wasted no time in beginning to treat them terribly.

He and Ange really are alike, in so many ways. Indulgent and amused, Break closes his eye.]

[entreats]

[ The girl - or rather, the witch, or maybe a mixture of both, since the glee around Break seems to very much belong to the girl - does wait for him to actually close his eye before she does anything. Taking a hold of his hand, Ange closes her own eyes for a moment as well, and then opens them again when she knows the two of them have been moved into the world she's created.

It feels like coming home. More so at this point than ever. Especially since Ange now knows she won't have to leave this place anymore. People who want to see her and stay with her will surely come here to find her, so she won't have to seek them out. And if they don't-- well, then she's already got the two people she'd want to be here no matter what already right here with her.

It means this world is now perfect.

Ange glances at everything around them. The golden roses that spread out, the little gazebo with the tea table and seats around it right next to them.

Then she looks back at Break. ]

You can open it again now. [ And then, just a touch later, to continue the joke: ] I think it's probably a little better than a root beer float.

[ (Quite a large part of her truly does hope that Break likes it.

This is for him too, after all.) ]