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petty_dabbler) wrote2021-09-28 02:44 pm
petty_dabbler) wrote2021-09-28 02:44 pm
Wyn
The day was finally done. He shooed out the last of the students, swung the door closed, and lit a cigarette right there in the basement.
These children were going to be the death of him. Maybe he could convince Guy to teach a lesson or two on pertinent symbols.
With his cig in his mouth, John rolled up his sleeves and sat cross legged in the center of a circle surrounded my mystical runes and symbols. The circle began to glow gold as he performed the ritual to strengthen the protections in the Dark Arts room. John was sure they were one student fuck up away from a schoolwide disaster.
These children were going to be the death of him. Maybe he could convince Guy to teach a lesson or two on pertinent symbols.
With his cig in his mouth, John rolled up his sleeves and sat cross legged in the center of a circle surrounded my mystical runes and symbols. The circle began to glow gold as he performed the ritual to strengthen the protections in the Dark Arts room. John was sure they were one student fuck up away from a schoolwide disaster.
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"It's lovely," Wyn purred. "It feels... Safe."
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"It's the safest place within a hundred kilometers from here," he said. He turned his head and looked at him with a serious bend to his lips.
"Keep that in mind. If anything ever happens and you can't get away, get to my room and you'll be safe."
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"Okay," Wyn said softly, curling up closer. "I'll remember."
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"Comfy now?" John asked once he was settled. He took the opportunity to worm his arm around him.
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"Terribly," Wyn said softly.
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"Why don't you sleep, love?" he said, keeping his touch gentle and light.