forum "Wait, you... you're... magic?" "Darling, what do you think?" (Reboot Fantasy o/o Closed)

Started December 03, 2022 by @emilyevewrites group

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Elizabeth had almost forgotten that Rose was a hugger but rolled with it. She caught Farah looking back at them and winked back at her.

“Andreas. Nice to meet you.” she nodded, gripping his hand and shaking it before he had a chance to kiss her hand. Yeah, that's not going to happen. Especially not in front of your boyfriend and… Farah. “So, Saul mentioned that this creep wanted to talk to Farah about something?” she asked, bringing the conversation back to the important situation and taking her hand back.

Farah very smoothly approached Elizabeth from behind and slipped and arm around her waist. “Hello, Andreas,” she said while possessively pulling Elizabeth closer against her body. Rose was hiding her face in Ben’s jacket, trying not to show that she was laughing. Anytime she could get another person to kick Andreas’ ass for her, she’d figure out a way.

Saul, on the other hand, leaned against the wall opposite his boyfriend and fixed him with an even stare. Andreas only grinned back before nodding. “Yeah. He wants Farah in with him alone.” The man’s eyes cut to Farah evenly. “Your call, Dowling.”

Farah stiffened, but she took a step toward the door anyway.

“Hey, pretty lady.” Elizabeth smiled, wrapping her arms around Farah’s as she was hugged from behind. Though she didn't appreciate Andrea’s attitude towards Saul at the moment. She held on to one of Farah’s hands as the mind fairy moved to go into the room with the blood witch. “Hey, be careful. If he says anything other than that he’ll agree, don't waste your time in there.” she instructed.

(I got inspiration for this from a fic I read on wattpad, so… TW torture and mild SA, also sorry for the mind fuck, but this is Rosalind’s style)

Farah laughed softly and placed a territorial kiss to the side of Elizabeth’s neck as Andreas watched. But as she moved toward the room, Elizabeth’s hand holding hers stopped her. She nodded with a small smile. “Right,” she replied.

Slowly, Farah stepped into the room letting the door close behind him. Sebastian’s gaze was instantly fixed on her. “Hello, Farah Dowling,” he purred.

Farah showed no emotion as she paced over to the cage. “What is this about?” she asked in a different voice than she’d had only moments ago. Her tone was brutal, chilling, and unrelenting.

Sebastian only shrugged. “I decided I’ll give you some of your magic back.”

“You know that isn’t going to cut it,” Farah retorted, her words practically a snarl.

Sebastian’s smirk was what should have warned her. “I know,” the blood witch murmured. Then, suddenly, he snapped. In an instant, the blood witch had traded places with Farah, so the fairy was inside the cage, and Sebastian was free. Alarm immediately appeared on Farah’s face. She rushed to the edge of the cage and yanked on the bars. They had no give whatsoever.

“My my my, Farah,” Sebastian cooed. A knife materialized in his grip, and he walked closer to the bars. “How the tables have turned. Look at my little fairy pet, so sweet and harmless in her cage.” Farah started to back away from the bars, but Sebastian clicked his tongue against his teeth. “Stay, pet.” Glancing between him and the knife in his hand, Farah stopped reluctantly. “If you call for your friends, I’ll kill them too,” he hissed as he opened the cage door and approached Farah.

The fairy remained stiff as Sebastian approached her much closer than she was comfortable with. “Why are you doing this?” she asked, but her breath caught in her throat as he dragged the knife over her collarbone. Proving the sharpness of the blade, it easily sliced through her clothes and cut a thin line on her skin.

“I ask the questions now, Farah,” Sebastian sneered. He traced another slit down her shirt, catching her skin and drawing blood as he went. Again and again the knife cut her. More tears in her shirt. More blood. “Why did you betray Rosalind?” Farah kept her lips pressed together. Sebastian smirked. “Open your lips, Headmistress,” he commanded, throwing her newly appointed title back in her face.

Farah’s stomach turned, but she obliged him. Sebastian leaned forward with a wicked grin on his lips. “Stay still,” he breathed before running his tongue over all the cuts he’d given her. To Farah’s credit, she stayed remarkably still, though the bile that rose up in her throat proved her body wanted to protest. But then, Sebastian licked her blood from his lips and leaned forward to kiss her sloppily.

Disgusted and ashamed of herself, Farah whipped back away from him. But when she regained herself, she was standing back outside the cell, her shirt intact with no cuts. Sebastian was standing in the exact same spot he had been, and the knife was nowhere to be seen. Immediately, Farah recognized the ploy. Nothing had really happened. It had all been a scene carefully crafted and slipped into her mind. But the witch’s magic was restricted. It only could have been…

“Rosalind says to tell Elizabeth hello,” Sebastian cooed.

Farah backed up immediately to the door and left the cell trembling. She rushed past the group, Saul and Rose shouting after her. But she didn’t respond and just kept walking.

The blood witch was cackling mercilessly in his cell. Saul immediately stormed into the room, followed by Andreas. “What the hell did you do to her?” Saul demanded.

Elizabeth smiled at the kiss and reassurance before reluctantly letting Farah go. She sighed a little and leaned back against a wall, raising a brow at Andreas as she tried to figure him out.

The waiting was quiet on her end, if the others spoke she didn't notice. She didn't trust this. Why would he want to talk to Farah in private? What could he possibly say that they weren't going to hear?

Her head jerked back up when the door opened and Farah walked out in a terrified daze with that asshole laughing like a madman. She growled, tempted to go in there and rip him a new one when Saul and Andreas beat her to the door. It didn't take her much more than a second before she ran after Farah.

“Farah, wait.” she called out, grabbing her arm as she caught up.

Andreas caught the motion and mimicked it with a smirk. Saul was clocking his every move, whether Andreas was realizing it or not. Rose and Ben both watched the couple but said nothing.

The silence between them was telling. No one dared to speak in case something happened to Farah, and they needed to get her out. The fragile atmosphere shattered as soon as Farah came back out through the door. Rose almost took off after Elizabeth, but Ben had a firm grip on her waist already, seeming to have expected the movement. "Don't," he said softly as Rose's eyes blazed with green fire. "Leave them be for now."

Farah had made it around the corner and was heading down a side hallway when Elizabeth caught up to her. The feeling of the woman's touch should have been comforting. Grounding. But after what had just happened, Farah instead wrenched her arm away. "Don't touch me!" she demanded, but a strangled sob escaped her after.

Nothing looked physically wrong with her, and nothing was. The mental aspect of it had fucked her over hard, especially without her own magic to defend herself. She hadn't even felt anything slip into her mind, hadn't realized it until it was too late.

Elizabeth let go of her grip at Farah’s reaction. “It's ok. It's ok now.” she assured, holding her hands up to show her. “What happened?” she asked in concern. Obviously whatever had been said what worse than everyone else had been expecting. “Please, can you tell me?”

Farah's heart was still racing, and she reached up to touch her shirt again where Sebastian's knife had been. Her clothes were intact. Thank gods. Still, it was a small relief amidst knowing that Rosalind easily passed into her mind unnoticed. She needed her magic back. Desperately.

When Elizabeth asked what happened, Farah immediately began to shake her head. "I can't," she whimpered. "I can't…" Either Elizabeth would be horrified for what Farah had allowed, or she'd think Farah to be stupid and weak since the magic had breached her so effortlessly.

“Hey, hey. It's ok. You don't have to tell me.” Elizabeth assured, noticing how shaken up Farah was. “Can I hug you? Will that help?” she asked already holding her arms out for one.

As much as Farah desired the warm embrace, the memory of how she'd just been handled and touched resurfaced in her mind. Though the encounter was fake, it was still a memory.

"No," she whispered, looking away and wrapping her arms around herself defensively. "I'm sorry…" A wave of guilt crashed over her almost immediately. For the sake of her safety and the safety of the others, she should tell them what happened. But she was still too petrified. She could still feel the tip of the knife's blade carving shallow cuts into her skin. A visible shiver seized her.

"No, don't be sorry." Elizabeth shook her head, holding back from taking a step toward the fairy. "Whatever happened, it wasn't your fault. I just wish I could help you." she sighed as she let her arms drop even though she still wanted to hold Farah and comfort her. "Is there anything I can do to help?"

Farah refused to look at the other woman. She felt the touches Sebastian forced on her and the places where his mouth had shamelessly touched her skin. It was disgusting.

“I can’t tell you what happened,” she whispered. “You… you won’t think the same of me.”

She scoffed under her breath. “The only thing you could help me with is not a currently viable option.” Dead. Farah wanted that horrible blood witch dead.

Elizabeth let out a brief huff and shook her head. “I won't think less of you if that's what you're worried about.” she assured firmly without making her voice sound harsh. “I just want to help. Please. You don't have to tell me what happened but if you could just tell me how to help you.” he added softly, holding a hand out to Farah.

Farah swallowed heavily. “How can you be so sure?” she asked shakily. Her eyes stayed locked on the wall beside her until Elizabeth extended her hand. Farah took a deep breath. She knew Elizabeth wouldn’t harm her. She knew the woman had good intentions. Nothing Sebastian said or did could change that.

Slowly, she reached out with her own hand and slipped her fingers in Elizabeth’s. Tear tracks glistened on her face — she didn’t even know when she’d started crying — as she whispered with remarkable restraint, “I want him dead.”

Elizabeth smiled gently at the question. “Because I know how strong you really are and for something to shake you up this much must be real bad.” she answered, giving Farah’s hand a loving squeeze.

When she saw the tears starting, she reached up and tentatively cupped the fairy’s cheek, using her thumb to wipe away some. She let out a breath at her soft words. On one hand, she could understand, that scummy leach had done something to her, and killing him would also get her magic back. But at the same time, he was still a connection to Rosalind and probably the only one who knew her plans. “Are you sure?” she whispered back.

Farah tensed a bit at the squeeze, but she reminded herself over and over that Elizabeth wouldn’t harm her. It was… him who she needed to worry about. She remained unnaturally still when Elizabeth cupped her face and wiped the tears from her cheek. It was soothing, comforting, but Farah was still wired from what had happened.

And she wasn’t an idiot. She saw the expressions playing across Elizabeth’s face, and she heard the soft exhale that was slightly different from the others. While she wasn’t thinking straight, Farah managed to make a quick tally of pros and cons in her mind. The long story short was that she needed her magic back, and she wanted Sebastian dead.

“Yes,” she answered, steely fury underlaying her voice. Without a second of hesitation, Farah moved around Elizabeth and strode back toward the cell. Her eyes blazed with a violent cold fire. Rage prickled across her skin, and if she had magic aiding her now, she would be a terror to behold.

Elizabeth didn't let go of Farah’s hand as the fairy moved to go back towards the cell. “Alright then.” she agreed, not completely scared but definitely a bit nervous about the change in her… Did the word friend still apply to them since they apparently started a relationship?

“I just don't want you to regret this later but I have no problem with ending that little twerp.” she assured as she kept pace.

Farah had already made up her mind — when she got her magic back, she would explain and telepathically show Elizabeth what had happened between her and Sebastian. But not before the witch’s blood had turned cold.

“Neither do I,” Farah replied shortly. “And trust me, I won’t regret a thing.” She registered that Elizabeth was still holding her hand when she needed to drop it. She rendered the cell, waking right past wide-eyed Ben and Rose, and made her way right up to the bars in the front of the cage.

Andreas clocked her presence before Saul, who had the heat of his own anger aimed at the blood witch. Farah headed for Andreas and looked him in the eye with deadly calmness. “Your blade, Andreas.” The Specialist hesitated for a second before reaching up and unsheathing the long sword on his back. The motion attracted the attention of Saul and Sebastian, both looking surprised.

Farah tested the blade in her grip before turning to Elizabeth. “You don’t have to watch,” she murmured, showing the first sign of her natural gentleness since she’d last left the cell.

Elizabeth nodded and gave Farah’s hand another squeeze as she decided not to push the conversation.

She gave Ben and Rose a look as she walked passed them with the determined mind fairy. But her face soon went blank as Andreas handed over his blade. “I’m not scared of blood.” she assured. “In fact, unless you want to do this yourself… I could do it for you.” she offered, taking her hand back before holding it out for Farah to hand her the sword. It wasn't hard to tell this was personal but there were pros and cons to letting her do this by herself.

Farah nodded, forgetting just how much the woman was like her. Elizabeth was her equal in nearly every way. She turned so she could put her back to Sebastian before leaning in and gently kissing Elizabeth's forehead. Andreas also shifted his stance so the blood witch couldn't see. He was a prick sometimes, but he came through for the group when they needed him. And the last thing they needed was Sebastian reporting to Rosalind that Farah and Elizabeth were romantically involved.

But as Farah pulled back, she trembled slightly. She looked down at Elizabeth's waiting hand then back up at her face. "My darling…" The fairy's resolve began to crumble, and she placed the hilt in Elizabeth's hand. "Be careful," she whispered.

Sebastian was leaning back against the bars of the cage casually. But as Andreas stepped aside so he could see the blade being passed from Farah to Elizabeth, his face paled. He didn't know Farah hadn't told her about the deception he'd managed to pull off. And he could only imagine her rage.

Elizabeth gave the mind fairy a soft smile and nodded as she accepted the weapon. “Don't worry about me.” she whispered back before turning to face Sebastian with a cold expression. She didn't know what had happened between him and Farah but seeing her that badly shaken up… She walked almost calmly towards the bars, her white knuckle grip showing her anger.

Farah nodded before falling into step behind Elizabeth. She paced a bit faster to make her way to the cage's door and open it so they could both step inside. Saul and Andreas filled in the doorway so Sebastian wouldn't even try to make an escape.

"Wait," Sebastian said quickly, backing away. "Farah… I thought we had a nice talk." Even inches from death, the blood witch smirked confidently as Farah stiffened and curled her fingers into fists.

“Yeah, from what I gathered it wasn't a very nice talk,” Elizabeth growled at the little prick as she entered the cell fearlessly. “And you are terrible at negotiations.” she couldn't help but quip adjusting her grip before raising the sword to strike him. “Now be a good boy for five minutes and hold still. It might make this quicker for you.” she warned, quickly bringing the borrowed blade down on him.

Behind Elizabeth, Farah watched with an unwavering expression. She inhaled sharply as the first hit landed and Sebastian screamed. She heard the sound of the door opening behind her and two sets of footsteps running into the room followed by a sharp gasp from Rose and a muttered curse from Ben.

Saul and Andreas both watched as well, neither disturbed by the brutal sight. They’d seen worse.

Eventually, Farah could tell when he died. Her power rushed back into her chest, filling an empty hole that had ached inside of her since Sebastian stole her magic in the library. She even gasped softly and ran her hands along her arms. The effect was the same as when she had recharged her magic at the conduit in the woods. She looked refreshed.

Elizabeth tuned out the screams easily enough… Too easily perhaps, but she didn't pay attention to that either. Instead, she chose to focus on the task at hand and she didn't stop until she saw that her target was no longer breathing.

She closed her eyes and took a moment to catch her breath before handing the sword back to anyone. “I have to admit, I’m not very used to swords.” she nearly whispered.