When Witches Gossip
04/22/16, Teas 'n Tomes
Warm air clung to the city late Friday night, much like the Sylph's own breeze, making the wee hour stroll to the Tomes a pleasant one. Shae had set herself up with a cup of tea at one of the tables by the window to watch the nocturnal citizens filter along to those shops still open to accommodate their needs. Shae had come from Cianan's club, offering only one performance earlier in the evening, and hints of her performance attire still remained: the bangle jewelry on her wrists, feather dangle earrings, the sparse sprinkle of glitter in black hair that had been thrown into a lazy bun with an elastic hoop. Otherwise, she had changed clothes and wore a black corset over a steel grey blouse with sleeves bunched at the elbows over dark blue jeans and a favored pair of heeled black boots. Her phone rested on the table, on vibrate in case her coffee date changed her mind.
Nearby, her familiar was exercising his fuzzy faced charms to feed his gluttonous appetites. The shop girl, a newer part time worker attending the local academy, was smitten. It was a familiar story that resulted in a lot of free food and ended with Shae having to carry her plump stomached companion home. Amazingly, the creature managed to avoid becoming obese, or even chubby. His ravenous appetites were driven by an overcharged metabolism. As the reynard rolled onto his back for the latest chunk of meat pie, Shae shook her head and turned gold eyes back towards the street.
As much as Salome didn't want to take Cris' advice about anything, he'd told her the last time he'd used a taxi service in town, he'd had to kill three people. And she really didn't want to have to kill three people. She didn't exactly want to have to kill anyone, they'd killed enough already so far. But coffee was a sacred thing, caf?s like churches, and she probably would if something spilled hers.
She'd gotten directions to Tomes from Cris before she left him with his Angel girl to do Stars knew what to her B&B rented room. She knew a thing or six about his "tastes" and she'd already decided to give him the bill. Hand to the teashop door, she pressed her way inside, the rush of a warm winter breeze at her back disturbing her hair where she'd gathered it back from a wide brow and shivered the thin grey knit of a peep shouldered blouse. She paused there, half in and out to simply appreciate the aroma of coffee and old books.
The face that entered the shop lived in Shae's mind in a borrowed memory. The very sight of Salome brought the vivid experience of reliving Cris' memories to the forefront of her mind again. Her chest ached where Cris' had been split open and she inhaled sharply at the phantom pain. The noise was covered by the swift application of a smile and the lifting of her hand to call attention to where she was seated. The shop girl looked up at the sound of the door, prompting Fox to slide a curious gaze to the source of interruption to his pampering.
"Okay," she said under her breath, admiring the gleam of window panes and polished wood. The shelves upon shelves upon shelves of books that would take a good chunk of her lifetime to peruse. "Rhy'Din, one." She was closer, and Salome noticed her hand before she got too good a look around. She didn't have any details to go on, but at this hour, and with that pointed of a greeting, she didn't think she was mistaken. The clack of russet brown riding boots brought her close enough to reach across Shae's table with a thin hand, each fingertip ending in a long, black talon. "And I bet you're Shae."
Stores like the Tomes were one of those silver linings that balanced the Sylph's new life in the city. She understood well that look of admiration for the literary collection. And though she didn't drink coffee herself, the smell was not a disagreeable accompaniment to the scent of parchment and leather. "Guilty as charged." The taloned hand was taken without hesitation, perhaps an extension of the trust that lingered from Cris, perhaps evidence of the woman's own confidence. "I've heard a lot about you, though I daresay not as much as I would have liked to hear. Why don't you grab something to drink and join me so I can pester you with my curiosity? You should be able to pry the shop attendant away from Fox long enough to pour you something."
One thin brow worked its way up her head. She shook Shae's hand diplomatically. Short and firm, and when she smiled, her cheeks rounded like apples. "All I've got on you is that you're hot, so we're kind of uneven. I'll forgive it," she waved her hand, "Cris wasn't lying. I'll be right back." Caf?s like these tended to have their service counter toward the back, either to keep the lines moving, or to distract them with all the books they'd run into on the way there. She could magick her own coffee into existence, but that wouldn't be any fun. She put in an order for a tall, iced vanilla latte, heavy on the foam with a shot and a half of extra espresso. With the shop girl's assurance that she'd bring the drink out to her, Salome started to return to Shae, but gave her a curious glance for the Fox all up in her lap. "That thing's yours?" of the animal, for Shae, when she rejoined the Sylph. She drew out the other chair and sat.
Shae blinked, processing what Salome said with a soft laugh, bemused and flattered. Cris thought she was hot, huh? Well, he had pretty decent taste in women from a physical standpoint. She'd take it as the compliment it was. Seeing Salome in the flesh, Shae was picking out the differences, slight though they may be, between the distraught, combat focused woman in the memory and the living, breathing example. Fox was not in Shae's lap, but rather with the shop girl, begging shamelessly. Still, she answered the question. "He's my companion, yes, even though he's availing himself of attention from his newest admirer."
"Huh," it was almost a giggle. "You don't see that too often with gingers."
She had been younger looking in the memory. Or maybe that was the weight that she'd lost, the presence of faint wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, between her brows and around her mouth. Not products of age, but evidence of time spent collapsed in hard, immovable frowns. She didn't wear one now, she was in a pretty good mood considering how she'd been when she'd first arrived.
"It's the fur." Cute and cuddly did wonders for social status, and Fox had been riding that train since his arrival. Shae's smile suggested that she was just fine with letting her familiar monopolize the attention. Indeed, it gave her more time to observe. There was something about a face that ages slower. A strange clash of care lines and youth stamped with telltale evidence for those with extended lifetimes. "So I'm told some congratulations are in order. You came all this way to help out and the demonic influence shot off prematurely. You can relax and enjoy your visit now, no?"
She rolled her shoulder, "I'm not going to make a habit of praising a guy that comes too early, but in this case---" Her mouth puckered. "---he was a slimy little ass to begin with, and he just couldn't keep it up long enough." She sat straighter when her coffee arrived, taking it with gimme-hands, a quartet of black acrylic bangles sliding back along her left wrist. "I can enjoy it until Sunday night. I've got a business to run, if it hasn't burned down yet." She took a drink, and her eyes rolled back, taking a moment to savor the chilled coffee first before she swallowed with a scowl. "He told me you helped too."
The narrowing of Shae's eyes was satisfaction, perhaps a bit of regret, but chiefly satisfaction. "What business do you maintain?" The first of many questions, probably. For example, here came another. "And if it's not a trade secret, how do you travel from Earth to here and back?" The mention of Shae's contributions to the efforts earned a chuckle. "Mm. It felt a little like observing self torture, but yes. I helped." How else to describe the anguish Cris had put himself through chasing Bianca's ghost through his memory? "Got to see you being a badass, as the locals say. I know who has the connections in case of future sucking chest wounds."
"It's a small place. Consultation, wares. I also do purifications, exorcisms, ghost killings, and lessons." She opened her hand and there was a white business card laying on her palm. 800-WARLOCK was written in thick typeface above elegant script dictating what she'd already stated to Shae. "I use Portals. It took a bit of work to get here. This plane's caught up in a twister, a hurricane, and a tsunami of unstable energy that's always moving. It's where it is one second, and gone the next. Ripping open a tunnel to it is always a risky thing. But Portals are what I do."
Shae's compliment chased away the stone threatening to take over her expression. Unlike her Nephilim counterpart, her command of her facial features had not reached mastery yet. She smiled instead, chuckle a bit bashful. "You do what you can."
"How do you know him, anyway? He doesn't---I mean. You've met him. He doesn't," finger combing the air, "branch out much."
The card was taken with care, examined with amusement. If it weren't for TV advertisements, she would have no idea that this was a phone number. "Do you get calls from here?" Because she couldn't help but wonder how Cris kept in touch with her given the stated tumultuous metaphysical status of Rhy'Din. Salome's description only served as a reminder how fortunate she was to have been delivered here rather than lost to the void during her own arrival.
"You do what you can, and apparently you can do a great deal." The card disappeared into her pocket as she framed a reply to the warlock's inquiry. "He was one of the first people I encountered when I came here. And, odd thing that I am, I was always more intrigued by the ones sitting at the edge of the room than by the ones sitting at the center. I'm probably to blame for our current level of association. I can be stubborn and persistent."
"Yeah," like it should be obvious, but catching on to Shae's train of thought, she elaborated. "Cris' phone is like mine. It's been modified to survive all sorts of things, even cross-realm calls or cities without cell towers. I wasn't responsible for that spell, Bianca was. She was better at it than I was." She rolled her shoulder and bit the straw sticking out of her coffee, eyes like black marbles raising to Shae's as she answered. But there was a swirl above her left eyebrow that caught Salome's attention too. "S'the only thing that works with him. Stubborn and persistent. I think he likes it."
Bianca's name brought a small frown to her lips, quickly dismissed with shop talk. "Do you notice any limitations, incorporating magic with technology? A local warlock enchanted my phone for me, to keep its communications from being disrupted, observed, and so forth. A little over a year ago was the first time I had encountered a cell phone and I'm still a bit unsure about their effect on my spells." There was no shame in that admission. The world she came from just wasn't as technologically developed. Her tea was an afterthought at this point, she'd not touched her mug since Salome sat down. "It confuses him to have interest, but he's been valuable to me as a sounding board."
"Sometimes? Like, if you go at it like a jackhammer to the sidewalk, you're going to wreck the device and then there's going to be a ton of magic spiking off in all directions with no place to go. But if you're good and careful, it's not a big deal. I was just never good or careful. I've been working on it," she said it all around her straw, then set the cup down, smearing the cold sweat it left behind into her palm. "Who did you get to do it?" She latched on that instead of Cris, despite her being the one that brought him up.
"Good and careful." Echoed thoughtfully. "The challenge of the ages, perhaps. And I got the assistance from a fellow named Canaan. Cris was hanging around him when I first got here. He told me I could trust him with it." Shae's hand dropped to trace the outline of her phone in her front pocket. "Do you know him?"
She raised her chin in a mannerism that was not entirely hers. Silent and minute, giving herself time to stuff back the first four responses that leaped forward. "I know of him. I've only really talked to him a couple times, though. Nosy. The accent doesn't save him."
"Likewise, only communicated with him a few times. One of which might well have been him accusing me of being 'nosy'." Shae's opinion was carefully expressed as neutral as she watched Salome's reaction to the name. "In fairness, I ask a lot of questions. You might have noticed."
"HA," like a slap. "That's cute. People ask questions, that's just what happens. If he can't take what he dishes out, he needs to get out of the kitchen."
"Course he might just set the whole damn thing on fire, but you now. Semantics." Hand flap.
"Are warlocks from your world elementally aligned, or would you call that an affinity on his part?" Here, her eyes wavered towards the talons of Salome's hands. "I thought for a time that the scales on him might have been draconic in nature, but I was told they reflect a swamp dwelling predator." Fox, full of pastry and content, came sauntering towards the table they shared, watching Salome as he did so. He detoured towards her to sit near her chair and sniff at the air around her.
"Some of us are. It all depends on where the chicken egg or the love juice comes from. Most of us don't really figure that out. We just deal with it." She bent the straw toward her lower lip and once more considered the faint blue patterns she could see on Shae's skin. They did not detract, but they were too random to enhance. Intriguing. Prettier than some of the other Warlock marks she'd seen, but Shae wasn't one of them. She didn't know what Shae was.
"Are you several generations in, like the Nephilim, or are you closer to the source? The separation of what you call the Shadow World from the rest of your society fascinates me." Now she remembered the tea, taking a side glance towards Fox who seemed to be considering Salome's lap as a potential target. "I think he likes you. He says hello, by the way." Sip.
She raised her shoulders near the rope chain dangle of her earrings. Little feathers and knotted charms swayed to and fro, ruined dreamcatchers. "I don't know. I thought about it for a while, a long time ago. We all go through one of those weepy existential periods, wondering why we're born, why we can't die, why part of our bodies looks like it was superglued on from something else." She looked down to find Fox's intelligent face turned up. Salome raised her coffee and tapped her yoga-pant thigh with her other hand. "I have a cat," she explained. "Anyway. Most of us don't get real deep into where we come from. About two thirds of us are the results of an Eidolon and a mundane. So I guess in that sense, we're purer than the Shadowhunters. Ish."
"And what, in your world, is an Eidolon?" The term was not unfamiliar to Shae, but she was rather certain that what she defined it as was something entirely different. Fox took the invitation, or what he presumed to be an invitation, and bounced up into the warlock's lap to further ingratiate himself into her space. His attention was drawn to her earrings, and it was these that he pointed his nose towards. Shae watched her familiar's investigation, her expression changing in the moments that she and Fox exchanged glances.
"Shapeshifters. It's an---" she ducked her head away from Fox's sniffing, her other hand open and ready to grab his snout and redirect it if she had to. You get one cat stuck in your earring, and it changes your whole life. "---all encompassing thing. There's around twelve or so species of it. Succubi and incubi kind of fall under that tent. They shift, they make babies, that kind of thing."
"Don't even think about it," squinting down at the canid.
With Salome's fingers around his snout, Fox cheekily blew a raspberry into her palm. "He says they smell interesting." Cue a waggling of canid brows. "Shapeshifters, hmm. Demonic though, yes? Cris mentioned as much. He seems to have a very...conflicted relationship with the other elements of the Shadow World. Honestly, the social order is...I'm just rambling now. It's been interesting trying to puzzle out his motivations and what might have caused them."
"I took a shower." She'd taken three, really. "Demonic. Yeah." She looked up as Shae dropped the sensitive name this time. "He has a conflicted relationship with everything." Salome smeared her hand back along Fox's head and dragged her claws down his back. "He would've done anything for that bitch. He'd do anything for his new one. He'd do anything for anybody that asked him. He stands apart from people, like you said, but once you figure out how he watches them?" she shook her head.
"He was already broken when he showed up on our doorstep, and Bianca stuffed her hands in there and spread the pieces all over the place. I don't even want to figure out the motivations behind it. If it was him, or her, or whatever. It's over, and he can get the fuck over it."
Shae didn't seem aware of the sensitive nature of the topic, or maybe she didn't see a reason to attach much stigma to it. The matter of Bianca, though, made her sigh. "His new one had best not use him the way the old one did. I might have to beat the notion of self respect into his head." Another frown. "Love makes people blind, I suppose the old wisdom is true."
She liked Shae. "Hell, I'll beat her. She comes back from the dead and everything, and all of a sudden," frilly ripples of her fingers. "Then I'll beat him. Or maybe not, he likes that. We'll tickle him instead."
"Tickles and hugs. The real torture methods." Drawled before her face turned devilish. Her innocent tone of questioning at odds with her demeanor. "Did he show you his pet bunny?" That grin was pure amusement. "Bun-bun is adorable."
"Tickles and bugs actually. If you've never seen him squirm around before, it, is, hi----larious." Her mouth dropped open. "His pet what?"
"Oh he--" False surprise, a hand to her chest. "He didn't introduce you to his pet bunny? It followed him around when he went to visit a local named Taneth so she gave it to him. He smiled so big, just like a happy boy." Shae giggled. Giggled. "I named it because he couldn't decide what to call it."
"No,hedidnotintroducemetohispetbunny. Oh, my god, that ass." She pulled the collar of her loose shirt aside and dug around between her breasts for the big black brick of a phone that matched Cris's down to its lacquered sheen, though she had a frilly little flower charm stuck into the headphone jack that gave it some flare. "I am going to tell him he's an ass right now. It'll mess up his sex life, I know it," grinning broadly, she looked up. "I met Taneth. She told me he lets her call him Crissy."
"When he was a kid, he wouldn't say a single word to you for six hours if you called him anything but his name." Her claws clicked around on the screen, fast enough to suggest she's had a lot of practice with them.
"That he does." Taneth had that kind of power over the local male population. "I used his full name a few times, and he was rather huffy about it. I'm reserving future use of it for when he pisses me off. Just to get my point across, of course." Seeds of fluffy bunny chaos sewn, Shae sat back in her seat to enjoy the rest of her tea. Fox, meanwhile, was eyeing the pillowy valley that phone had appeared from. Prompting a "Hey." from Shae in his direction. "Also, I don't really want to think about his sex life. It just highlights my current lack of one in a depressing way."
"Tack on his middle name with it, really freak him out," click-click, "It's Elias. By the way." She put the phone down, screen-to-table, her hands resting somewhere in ginger fur. She seemed more comfortable about the interest in her chest than she was about her earrings. "Not you too," moaning, she rolled her eyes. "What is up with this town? I don't get it. I've not seen one ugly person since I've gotten here, I don't know why you all aren't bending each other over stuff."
"Don't get me wrong, I've seen some ugly stuff too, but I think these two uglies were actually bumping uglies, and it was really disturbing. Don't go under any bridges."
"Elias. Not bad, not bad. It will certainly freak him out as he'll wonder where in the stars I learned if from." The appreciation was mutual. Shae found the warlock to be quite agreeable to her sense of humor. "Yes me too. I blame it upon my picky nature and the widespread assumption that most of these attractive people are already wrapped up in one another in some way. To be fair, I was somewhat wrapped up, but that might just have been wishful thinking on my part." Here a small shrug. "I tend to stick to the rooftops, but I'll take your warning seriously."
"He might put it together. That's definitely not the worst thing I can tell you about him." She ruffled Fox's fur behind his head. "You know, there's nothing wrong with adding yourself to something like that. Like just for a night, sidle on in there. Wrap yourself up in some people." It'd been awhile since she'd talked to a female she actually liked. At Shae's confession of a somewhat past lover, she looked up, her eyes going round. "Ooooohhh, who was it? Was he tasty?" Pause. "Was she tasty?"
Laughing, Shae waved the questions off. Ignoring them, and the memories, in favor of what proved to be an afternoon of sharing stories about Crispin and giving the Warlock a few pointers about the city itself.