One of the people Scott shoved past was the new "ordinary girl," Isabelle. Even the split second of physical contact was enough for Scott to sense that Isabelle certainly wasn't normal. Hell, she wasn't entirely human. The revelation didn't even make Scott break stride. (I've been on this damn island entirely too long,) he grumbled to himself.
Ami tossed in her sleep on the mattress in one corner of the room. As Scott approached she rolled away from him, for which he was grateful. That last thing she needed to waken to was him being invisible and that other assorted weirdness.
She wimpered as Scott sat beside her. Seeing the mattress and light blanket compress beneath where he knew he was sitting was disconcerting. Pushing the thought aside, Scott took one of Ami's hands in his -- which he couldn't see! -- and smoothed her hair with the other. /Ami, it's all right,/ he soothed, sending reassurance and calm. (This magic thing is temporary. It's gotta be.)
Ami's discomfort and near panic lessened. She rolled over, curling up against Scott. He focused on her face to distract himself from how she seemed to be wrapped around thin air, when something new made him gasp. (Her face!) Scott gulped, narrowing their link to not further disturb Ami.
Ami was beautiful, and Scott felt like a dirty old man. The changes in her appearance -- other than the absense of the white lock of hair -- were subtle, but there was no doubt about it. Ami was a teenager. Jailbait.
Scott groaned and closed his eyes. Since he was invisible closing his eyes shouldn't have worked -- (as well as being able to see at all, but this is magic so whatever) -- but it did and he was grateful. He'd simply wait out the spell. (And try not to look at my underage wife.)
(Or the frighteningly strong naked vampire slayer hottie.)
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[Scott] Could be worse, right? (open tag)
Date: 2006-08-26 09:49 pm (UTC)Ami tossed in her sleep on the mattress in one corner of the room. As Scott approached she rolled away from him, for which he was grateful. That last thing she needed to waken to was him being invisible and that other assorted weirdness.
She wimpered as Scott sat beside her. Seeing the mattress and light blanket compress beneath where he knew he was sitting was disconcerting. Pushing the thought aside, Scott took one of Ami's hands in his -- which he couldn't see! -- and smoothed her hair with the other. /Ami, it's all right,/ he soothed, sending reassurance and calm. (This magic thing is temporary. It's gotta be.)
Ami's discomfort and near panic lessened. She rolled over, curling up against Scott. He focused on her face to distract himself from how she seemed to be wrapped around thin air, when something new made him gasp. (Her face!) Scott gulped, narrowing their link to not further disturb Ami.
Ami was beautiful, and Scott felt like a dirty old man. The changes in her appearance -- other than the absense of the white lock of hair -- were subtle, but there was no doubt about it. Ami was a teenager. Jailbait.
Scott groaned and closed his eyes. Since he was invisible closing his eyes shouldn't have worked -- (as well as being able to see at all, but this is magic so whatever) -- but it did and he was grateful. He'd simply wait out the spell. (And try not to look at my underage wife.)
(Or the frighteningly strong naked vampire slayer hottie.)
(I hate this fucking island.)