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Aislen's Disappearing Act
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Havermouth, Five Years BeforeThe Triquetra met at the lockers before the first bell. Heath reached out and fixed Cameron’s collar and tie. “You have first class with her, right?” He murmured.“Yep,” Cameron wiped his palms on his trousers. “You have second?”“Mhm,” Heath nodded, his eyes going to Aislen’s locker.“What if Aislen doesn’t come to school?” Rhett wondered, leaning against the locker, and dragging at his lip piercing with his teeth. “We’ll be stuck with the decoy human bitch for no reason.”“She’ll come,” Heath replied confidently. “Yesterday was just Aislen being defiant. She’ll come, see us with Charlotte, and she’ll beg us to forgive her, which we will, of course, do on the condition that she stop f-king around with us and follow our rules.”“There’s the target, let’s get ourselves a decoy,” Cameron grinned and ran his hands through his hair, before grabbing his bag from the locker. “I’ll see you at recess.”Heath and Rhett watched him swagger over to a group of girls,
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Havermouth, Present Time Talen crouched before the fireplace placing kindling on the glowing embers whilst Aislen and Lauren sat on the couch beneath throw rugs. Aislen managed to ease her hands out from Lauren’s tight grasp. “I’m sorry,” she apologized knowing that Lauren only sought comfort, the other woman’s mind on her missing daughter and the many dangers she may face. “Your thoughts are too loud in my head when we touch.” “I’ve heard of people who can do that,” Lauren said softly. “Empaths and telepaths. They often become witches.” “I’m a terrible witch,” Aislen replied watching as the fire took, and admiring the way it shimmered through the gold of Talen’s hair. “Did all the study, but only a few spells ever worked for me so I couldn’t progress from the most basic level.” “A witch’s magic is studied and controlled,” Talen commented. “It is focused through arcane objects, requiring tools and components. Your gifts, Morgana, are more instinctual, natural to you, organic. I wou
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Havermouth, Five Years BeforeCameron drove past Aislen’s house on his way to school, hoping to encounter her walking her way there. If he saw her, he would just pull over and offer her a lift, he decided. He’d do it very casually and just see what she did.She wasn’t along the route to school and wasn’t at the lockers when he went there. He looked up from his books as Heath approached with a tray carrying three take-away coffees from Boyston’s shop. His blond mate handed him one. “Here, thought you could use it,” Heath said quietly. “You didn’t sleep well last night.”“No,” Cameron sighed heavily. Cameron had been awake, restless, the little kid’s body haunting the darkness, and the problems with Aislen preoccupying his thoughts when Heath had crawled into his bed not long after midnight. “Bad dreams.”“Maybe you should… talk to someone, Cam?” Heath suggested.“I’m talking to you,” Cameron replied.“Someone who knows about this sort of thing,” Heath replied. “Like the school counsell
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Havermouth, Five Years Before“If people see that we’re trying to get Aislen back,” Heath explained under his breath as they met up at the car park at the end of the school day. “Then Charlie and the council will say that we don’t have her under control. We need to make her come back to us, not the other way around.”“And Charlotte’s going to do what?” Rhett was not happy, his face twisted in a frown as he cupped his cigarette to light it. The car park around them was emptying as the students fled the school gleefully, music pounding out of windows and horns honking.“If we’re seen with Charlotte, it will look like we’ve just lost interest in Aislen, rather than that we’re not in control of her,” Heath explained patiently, speaking up as the crowd thinned and there was no one around them, giving them privacy. “Then when we’ve got Aislen back, well, she begged us to take her back, didn’t she?”“F-k man,” Cameron admired his scheming. “You have a f-ked up brain, you know that don’t you?
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Havermouth, Five Years Before“There she is,” Cameron said it suddenly gripping the seats and leaning forward as Heath navigated the turn off into the school car park. “There she is, and f-k she looks good,” his voice was hoarse. “F-king hell, I am one jerk off coming in my pants.”“She’s gone to some effort,” Heath agreed. Aislen had gone heavy on the eye-makeup, and left her hair loose, just the way she knew that he liked it, and she was dressed the way he liked her to be, he thought, the way he’d told her to dress. “It’s a good sign,” he decided. “She is over her sulk. We’ll let her apologize and stay for recess to make sure that she’s seen behaving, and then ditch and go f-k ourselves stupid.”“Sounds like a plan,” Rhett grinned taking a cigarette out.“Don’t smoke that in my car,” Heath said immediately.“Duh,” Rhett rolled his eyes. “I know your rules, princess.”Heath parked just down from where Aislen stood, watching them as they got out the car. “Don’t be too eager,” he told
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