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Sometimes, he thinks about his mother.

When the sky is grey but too indifferent for rain, and even Brooklyn is drowsy and quiet beneath him. When his schedule is unusually slow, but potions are steeping, and he needs to give his eyes a break because ancient symbols are blurring together from the strain of another night turned into an early morning. In these empty seconds, when he’s caught off guard by the lack of consultations, meetings, visitors, demands-

Here, in these quiet moments, when the silence is staggering, his mind wanders down paths he knows are fraught with dangers. One tentative step, a smell, or in this case, a color, and he knows he should pull – run - back, but he’s already traveled too deep, hasn’t he? So he goes deeper, leaving behind storm clouds for the dull grey of three ceramic bowls set neatly along a small table.

A small and rundown thing, wasn’t it? Centered in the middle of a room he can’t quite remember. He can remember his mother’s laugh, one delicate hand cupping the thick, ceramic dish, another gently smoothing his then tangled hair. How his stepfather would wink before stacking the bowls, then tucking him into his small cot, the linen always itchy, but comfortable in ways only nostalgia can account for. Magnus thinks about how, for a few years, they were happy, a family, and then -  

A demon. An echo in time that reverberates throughout the loft, shaking the crystals of his chandelier. Forgive me, Father. He thinks about the gasp that likely came when a dagger pierced warm skin. And then-

It’s for the best, a shaken, broken voice. Just don’t fight it. Don’t fight. Fingers wrapping around his throat, squeezing and pushing him into the freezing waters below. And for a few agonizing seconds, he was sure he was going to die, and maybe he was meant to, but then-

Vodka, Magnus thinks, slamming back into himself with a force that shatters the table lamp next to him. And if his heart is racing, well, he’s already reaching for the remedy.

One gulp, a quick and desperate thing, but it doesn’t help. Of course it doesn’t. The burn of vodka threatens to take him back, submerge him in memories of fire filling his throat, but it wasn’t the water anymore, was it? It was something else, something primal, building in the base of his gut until his body shook with it. And he wants to pull back, remove his own memories until he can’t remember the feeling of energy ripping from his body, but it’s too late, it’s too-

A knock. Forceful and loud against his door.

Magnus surrenders to the shudder that passes through him. It’s not enough to shake away the memories, but it’s enough to unclench his jaw, smooth away the ridges between his eyebrows until whoever’s knocking won’t notice the storm raging on the inside.  

Another succession of knocks, faster and louder than before. “And suddenly there came a tapping,” Magnus mumbles, pleased with the way his voice doesn’t waiver.

One deep breath and a snap of his fingers reveals Simon, huddled and trembling between the doors. There’s no trace of the creature that could rip a mundane in two if he chose to, just the shell of a boy, frightened and oh so alone.

"I-I saw my mom,” he says, voice breaking like a wave. “I didn’t even mean to, I swear. Not after Raphael made me promise not to after he- after he – but then there she was. Ten feet in front of me and I couldn’t say hi, couldn’t even wave to let her know I was okay. G-go-” he swallows the words he still can’t say, “I wanted to, you know. I just wanted to see her smile, tell her that everything’s going to be okay, but I can’t. I can’t and she’s so sad, Magnus. She looked so sad and I did that to her. This is all my fault.”

“Oh, Simon,” Magnus soothes and ushers him in.

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|| Number 1/? of Too Many Head Canons, Not Enough Time: Victorian Camlex or ‘Move Toward The Danger That You Seek’ ||

“I thought we might take this time to get better acquainted.”

Alex watched as Avery dismissed the waiter, and then turned to the table between them.  Immediately he set about arranging the cups and spoons, his long, graceful fingers reaching for the decanter of pale, yellow-green liquid, pouring a measure into each glass.  The spoons he then balanced on the rim before he lifted the lid from a small, ceramic dish and set a sugar cube upon the bowl of both spoons.

“Absinthe?” Alex asked with a hint of excitement in his voice.  He was quite fond of the tart drink, laced with sweetness that made his tongue and his mind numb.  The consumption caused him to relax, and become more introspective.  He sat forward and watched Avery pour water over the cubes, and the liquid in the glass turned cloudy.  “Strange favours to offer strangers.”

Avery nodded.  “Perhaps.”  He took in Alex’s posture, and the eagerness in his eyes.  “I take it you’re no novice, then?” He set the water aside and flashed a gleaming smile.  “Will I have to keep my wits about myself and keep an eye on you?”

Alex shook his head, the curve of Avery’s mouth both unsettling and intoxicating.  “Hardly.”  He reached out and plucked the soaked cube from the spoon and brought it to his mouth, sucking slowly.  Then, he dropped it into his glass, picked up a small, gold spoon, and stirred it until it was completely dissolved.

“I see,” Avery smiled, taking his cue from Alex and repeating the process.  He paused then as Alex raised his glass and drank deeply.  “You’re not afraid of perhaps revealing some part of yourself to me?”

“I’ve nothing to hide.”

Avery’s eyes blinked slowly, or perhaps the absinthe was already working.  Alex swallowed thickly against the numb sweetness at the back of his throat and took a breath, reminding himself that he’d spent many nights in the company of the fairy.  He watched as Avery leaned forward, and the candlelight blazed over broad cheekbones and burnished skin, and those dark, deep set eyes.  They appeared to flash gold, but then Avery was drinking, too, and Alex settled back into the cushion of his chair with a soft sigh.

The effects of the drink moved swiftly, but delicately, lifting Alex’s mind to a lofty place, and he felt his mouth turn into a lazy smile as he studied Avery’s face.  He’d never met the man before, and yet there was something so familiar that it was borderline maddening if he fixated upon it.  He did so now, sitting up once more and leaning his elbows on the table.

“What about you?” he drawled, raising an eyebrow at Avery’s bemused grin.  “Aren’t you worried I might solve your mystery?”

“My dear Alexander,” Avery hummed, leaning close and holding Alex’s gaze,  “I’m counting on it.”

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Great finds for beginner witches! via Etsy

 • 101 different herbs kit

• 13 different colour chime candles

• ceramic chime candle holders

• set of 7 chakra crystals

• white sage smudge sticks

• pure essential oils

• set of 8 wood burned Witches Runes

• enchanting glass corked potion/spell bottles

• 7 boxes of incense sticks and incense burner

• cast iron mortar and pestle / cauldron combined

Lemon Uncrossing Spell

to Break a Curse In a sachet, combine the following herbs: St. John’s Wort, sage, calamus and dragons blood powder. Set the sachet aside for later.
Fill an incense brazier with dragons blood incense.
On your altar, you will need an athame, a whole ripe lemon, 1 white and 1 black candle, a bowl of salt and a bowl of water. You will also need a glass or ceramic plate to set the lemon on when you are done. Do not use paper or wood.
Light the candles and the incense.
Hold the lemon in both hands and visualize it magnetized and drawing the negative spell away from you. Dip your athame in the water then slice the lemon into three pieces. Set the athame aside and visualize the lemon drawing the negativity away from you and into the pulpy fruit. Repeat the following: As sour as this lemon be Charged and cut in pieces three With salt and water I am free Uncross me now, I will it be.

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Lemon Uncrossing Spell

You will need the following items for this spell:

  • St. John’s Wort
  • Sage
  • Calamus
  • Dragon’s Blood powder and incense
  • Athame
  • A lemon
  • 1 White candle
  • 1 Black candle
  • Salt 
  • Water

A sachet, combine the following herbs: St. John’s Wort, sage, calamus and Dragon’s Blood powder. Set the sachet aside for later. Fill an incense brazier with Dragon’s Blood incense. On your altar, you will need an athame, a whole ripe lemon, 1 white and 1 black candle, a bowl of salt and a bowl of water. You will also need a glass or ceramic plate to set the lemon on when you are done. Do not use paper or wood.

Light the candles and the incense. Hold the lemon in both hands and visualize it magnetized and drawing the negative spell away from you. Dip your athame in the water then slice the lemon into three pieces. Set the athame aside and visualize the lemon drawing the negativity away from you and into the pulpy fruit. Repeat the following: 

As sour as this lemon be
Charged and cut in pieces three
With salt and water I am free
Uncross me now, I will it be.

Let this lemon do it’s task
It’s cleansing power I do ask
As this lemon dries in air.
Free me from my dark despair.

Uncross! Uncross! I break this curse.
But let not my simple spell reverse.
I wish no ill, nor wish them pain
I wish only to be free again. 

Take each lemon slice and dip it in the salt, making sure it is well coated. Set the slices back on the altar and say: 

As it is my will, so mote it be! 

Leave the lemon pieces on the altar where they can dry. Once dry the spell is complete and the lemon can be thrown away or buried. If however the fruit rots instead, you must repeat the spell. While waiting for the fruit to dry, keep the sachet with you at all times. It will help to protect you from the effects of the spells and turn away any negativity sent in your direction.