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OTA - Sunday Lovey Sunday
Feb. 12th, 2017 12:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
high_voltage_magicWith Valentine's around the corner, and with Isaiah considering it one of the most depressing holidays, he'd decided it was time for his experiment. He gathered the things that he'd purchased, most of it from the curio shop with the redhead 'solo act' lady. He got out the hot plate, and sat down in his dorm an hour before noon to do his work. The first half hour was prepping the ingredients. The second was waiting, because he'd decided that noontime was the perfect time to mix it all.
Lavender and rose candle wax, finely shaved. Black salt, just a pinch. Crushed sage. Mint leaf, crushed. Ground walnut shells. Add water, heat, and chant over the mix as it comes to a boil. Remove from heat, allow to cool, and drink.
Getting the incantation correct and sitting firmly in his mind was half the challenge. It was something like a prayer. A prayer for happiness. A prayer for the end of sorrow. A prayer for love to come to him.
It didn't go down easy, but in the sanctity of his dorm room, at least nobody else could hear him choke it down. He set the glass he'd used aside, and waited for the potion to hit him in full.
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"Hi. I'm Izzy," he said to, well, whoever this was, his face bearing a dopey grin, his cheeks flushed. For all intents and purposes, Izzy was smashed off of his ass. He was coordinated enough to not get picked up by the cops, but he was going around and greeting anyone who so much as looked his way.
He didn't know what time it was. He didn't care. It was time to share happiness and love with everyone. He didn't know where he was. The where, who, and when didn't matter. What mattered was that he was happy. He couldn't care less about any of his past concerns. What had they been? Why had he cared?
The world was such a lovely place. And he just wanted to tell this person that he thought they were lovely, and that no matter how bad things were, that things would always, always get better. Even if you needed a little help.
((OTA; put Izzy with whoever and put him wherever you desire! The sky's the limit; he could've wandered wherever in his potion-induced state))
Lavender and rose candle wax, finely shaved. Black salt, just a pinch. Crushed sage. Mint leaf, crushed. Ground walnut shells. Add water, heat, and chant over the mix as it comes to a boil. Remove from heat, allow to cool, and drink.
Getting the incantation correct and sitting firmly in his mind was half the challenge. It was something like a prayer. A prayer for happiness. A prayer for the end of sorrow. A prayer for love to come to him.
It didn't go down easy, but in the sanctity of his dorm room, at least nobody else could hear him choke it down. He set the glass he'd used aside, and waited for the potion to hit him in full.
-------
"Hi. I'm Izzy," he said to, well, whoever this was, his face bearing a dopey grin, his cheeks flushed. For all intents and purposes, Izzy was smashed off of his ass. He was coordinated enough to not get picked up by the cops, but he was going around and greeting anyone who so much as looked his way.
He didn't know what time it was. He didn't care. It was time to share happiness and love with everyone. He didn't know where he was. The where, who, and when didn't matter. What mattered was that he was happy. He couldn't care less about any of his past concerns. What had they been? Why had he cared?
The world was such a lovely place. And he just wanted to tell this person that he thought they were lovely, and that no matter how bad things were, that things would always, always get better. Even if you needed a little help.
((OTA; put Izzy with whoever and put him wherever you desire! The sky's the limit; he could've wandered wherever in his potion-induced state))
