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tamingthemuseTitle: A little bit of magic
Author: naughty_bangles
Rating: Gen
Warnings: None
Prompt #394 Apotropaic
Chapter: 1/?
Status: WIP
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Disclaimer: not mine, I'm merely playing with Jeff Davis' toys
Summary: Allison and Lydia come accross an old magic book, and give it a try.
A/N: Inpired by a gif set and an AU idea over here on Tumblr (and yes, I plan to put Cora in that story at some point). Set during season 3b, but that part isn't that much linked to anything having aired recently.
It had been little more than a game, at first. Or, to be more acurate, they had wanted to try something, without being sure it would work, but at least they had the feeling they were trying something.
Allison had found the old book locked away alongside her family's hunting equipment, and she had asked Lydia over to translate it, since it was written in archaic latin and she still had trouble mastering it entirely. If her family had thought it important enough to keep it, then the brunette wanted to know what it was talking about.
It turned out to be a magic book, a grimoire like the cover said. Allison and Lydia spent a night going through the rituals, sometimes reading only titles, sometimes dwelling on the explanations written down by hands long buried. Curiosity took the best of them, and they resolved to try something on the next full moon. Allison thought that with the recent events that had happened in Beacon Hills, they should use every means within reach. Lydia needed to feel like she could be useful to her friends, like she could make a difference in the parallele world in which she had been dragged over the year.
They settled on a simple apotropaic spell, a little magic work to turn a token into an amulet powerful enough to keep evil at bay. Unlike many other rituals, this one didn't had any warnings about backlash or huge power drain. A perfect beginners' spell.
On full moon night, they waited for Derek to go out to do werewolf things with Scott and Isaac before sneeking into his loft with their equipment. Every member of their motley pack knew how to get in that loft, and nobody had warned the older werewolf about that. Allison honestly doubted Derek didn't know about their unrequested visits, but he didn't speak about that, and so things went on under the seal of silence.
They didn't lose time to set up the altar. None of them wanted to be there when the rightful inhabitant of the loft would be back. They hadn't told him about their magical experiment (they had told noone actually), and both of them feared his reaction if he found out before they were ready to show perfect control. Even if he didn't talk about it, they both suspected that the Darach episode was still fresh in his memory. He might not react well to another ritual.
They drew a pentagram on the floor, using chalk they knew they would be able to erase afterwards, and disposed candles and element symbols on its peaks. They filled a cup with water, and carefully set it down next to a pointy knife of Allison's. The book was in the middle of the pentagram, open at the right page. Everything was ready.
Allison and Lydia exchanged a look of confidence and mutual understanding, before sitting on each side of the book, facing each other. They didn't speak more than what the ritual required. They uttered the latine first salutations, and used salt to draw a circle around the pentagram. Allison had spent the last few days rehearsing the foreign sentences, hoping her intent would overcome her lack of pronounciation skills.
Once the circle was activated around the spell's parts, Lydia reached for the cup, that she placed on top of the book, after having made sure the bottom wasn't wet. Allison had taken the knife, and while she pronounced another ancient litany, she pierced the tip of one of her fingers with its point, letting a drop of blood fall into the cup. She then gave the blade to Lydia, who looked at it with apprehension before submitting herself to the blood-drawing.
There were some more words, and they shared the bloodied water, creating a link between them for the magic to operate.
They had chosen simple red yarn to cast the spell upon. Lydia had cut two a 20-inch piece of it, and she carefully tied it around her left and Allison's right hands clasped together. When the yarn was secured, the banshee took the hunter's other hand, forming a second circle inside the salty one, and they began another set of incantations.
At first, nothing seemed to happen. They kept chanting the words, however, because they didn't know how it would take for the magic to work, or if they would even feel it was working. But then something rose and traveled through their linked hands, creating a net of power between them, overflowing them and splashing on the yarn. Their eyes locked for a second, shared surprise reflecting in them, but they didn't break the spell, keeping instead a steady rythme in their chanting, until all the power passing through them had slipped in the red thread.
The ritual was over.
They both stopped chanting, and stayed silent, almost petrified, for a few seconds, before Lydia took upon herself to remove the yarn from their wrist. She put it cautioneously into a little pouch, and they both said the sentences that broke the salt circle. They stayed on the floor for a moment, though, still a little bit shattered by what had happened.
"How do we know it really worked ?", Allison eventually asked, here eyes dropping on the pouch Lydia was still clunching.
"I don't know", the readhead answered. "I guess we'll have to test it somehow."
Author: naughty_bangles
Rating: Gen
Warnings: None
Prompt #394 Apotropaic
Chapter: 1/?
Status: WIP
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Disclaimer: not mine, I'm merely playing with Jeff Davis' toys
Summary: Allison and Lydia come accross an old magic book, and give it a try.
A/N: Inpired by a gif set and an AU idea over here on Tumblr (and yes, I plan to put Cora in that story at some point). Set during season 3b, but that part isn't that much linked to anything having aired recently.
It had been little more than a game, at first. Or, to be more acurate, they had wanted to try something, without being sure it would work, but at least they had the feeling they were trying something.
Allison had found the old book locked away alongside her family's hunting equipment, and she had asked Lydia over to translate it, since it was written in archaic latin and she still had trouble mastering it entirely. If her family had thought it important enough to keep it, then the brunette wanted to know what it was talking about.
It turned out to be a magic book, a grimoire like the cover said. Allison and Lydia spent a night going through the rituals, sometimes reading only titles, sometimes dwelling on the explanations written down by hands long buried. Curiosity took the best of them, and they resolved to try something on the next full moon. Allison thought that with the recent events that had happened in Beacon Hills, they should use every means within reach. Lydia needed to feel like she could be useful to her friends, like she could make a difference in the parallele world in which she had been dragged over the year.
They settled on a simple apotropaic spell, a little magic work to turn a token into an amulet powerful enough to keep evil at bay. Unlike many other rituals, this one didn't had any warnings about backlash or huge power drain. A perfect beginners' spell.
On full moon night, they waited for Derek to go out to do werewolf things with Scott and Isaac before sneeking into his loft with their equipment. Every member of their motley pack knew how to get in that loft, and nobody had warned the older werewolf about that. Allison honestly doubted Derek didn't know about their unrequested visits, but he didn't speak about that, and so things went on under the seal of silence.
They didn't lose time to set up the altar. None of them wanted to be there when the rightful inhabitant of the loft would be back. They hadn't told him about their magical experiment (they had told noone actually), and both of them feared his reaction if he found out before they were ready to show perfect control. Even if he didn't talk about it, they both suspected that the Darach episode was still fresh in his memory. He might not react well to another ritual.
They drew a pentagram on the floor, using chalk they knew they would be able to erase afterwards, and disposed candles and element symbols on its peaks. They filled a cup with water, and carefully set it down next to a pointy knife of Allison's. The book was in the middle of the pentagram, open at the right page. Everything was ready.
Allison and Lydia exchanged a look of confidence and mutual understanding, before sitting on each side of the book, facing each other. They didn't speak more than what the ritual required. They uttered the latine first salutations, and used salt to draw a circle around the pentagram. Allison had spent the last few days rehearsing the foreign sentences, hoping her intent would overcome her lack of pronounciation skills.
Once the circle was activated around the spell's parts, Lydia reached for the cup, that she placed on top of the book, after having made sure the bottom wasn't wet. Allison had taken the knife, and while she pronounced another ancient litany, she pierced the tip of one of her fingers with its point, letting a drop of blood fall into the cup. She then gave the blade to Lydia, who looked at it with apprehension before submitting herself to the blood-drawing.
There were some more words, and they shared the bloodied water, creating a link between them for the magic to operate.
They had chosen simple red yarn to cast the spell upon. Lydia had cut two a 20-inch piece of it, and she carefully tied it around her left and Allison's right hands clasped together. When the yarn was secured, the banshee took the hunter's other hand, forming a second circle inside the salty one, and they began another set of incantations.
At first, nothing seemed to happen. They kept chanting the words, however, because they didn't know how it would take for the magic to work, or if they would even feel it was working. But then something rose and traveled through their linked hands, creating a net of power between them, overflowing them and splashing on the yarn. Their eyes locked for a second, shared surprise reflecting in them, but they didn't break the spell, keeping instead a steady rythme in their chanting, until all the power passing through them had slipped in the red thread.
The ritual was over.
They both stopped chanting, and stayed silent, almost petrified, for a few seconds, before Lydia took upon herself to remove the yarn from their wrist. She put it cautioneously into a little pouch, and they both said the sentences that broke the salt circle. They stayed on the floor for a moment, though, still a little bit shattered by what had happened.
"How do we know it really worked ?", Allison eventually asked, here eyes dropping on the pouch Lydia was still clunching.
"I don't know", the readhead answered. "I guess we'll have to test it somehow."
