Covens and Proxies

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As soon as you step out the door, the small group flocks you, demanding to know what happened, if you're alright, can they kill Jeff over this, etc. etc. You laugh them all off, telling them it's alright. Toby starts pulling you down the hall before you can manage much more, the others not doing anything on account of his demonic glare.

You don't question it, knowing his blood must be boiling with rage if he's like this. Anyone that comes in his way gets threatened with a hatchet, effectively clearing a path to his room. He doesn't get rough with you, tugging you inside gently so he can shut and lock his door.

He presses his forehead into the door, his hand still clenched on the handle. Hesitantly, you step forward and put a hand on his shoulder. He looks at you with blazing eyes, making you flinch back.

His anger has no direction, it just exists, and anything around it will immediately be targeted by it. His breath is short and ragged, his muscles tight. He looks like a wild animal.

You don't know what to do. If you get close, he'll probably try to hurt you--you only being worried about it because Toby would never let himself live with it. It's not like the fire from his last episode, that was all lust, but this is pure hatred for everything. He won't let you close to help him, and you don't want to hurt him or make him let you.

So, you sit down right where you are on the floor and watch him. He doesn't move, but he looks like he wants to do a lot. He looks like he wants to punch a wall, punch you, kick you, kiss you, throw you out in the hall so he can rage in peace and kill someone all at the same time. After several long minutes, his breath starts to calm and he looks away.

Slowly, you get to your feet again. Your heart is hammering in your ears as you brush your fingers over his shoulder. He tenses under your touch, but doesn't move otherwise. You gingerly guide him to face you, his eyes still blazing, but glistening with tears. Even without using magic, you can see the pain you've caused him. You've been in existential danger all of your life, but lately it's become so concentrated you've been seconds from taking your last breath.

"Oh Toby..." You mutter around the rock lodging in your throat. "I'm so sorry." Your hands find their way to his temples, encasing the two of you in your own spaces.

He sniffles, giving a watery smile as his anger melts to it's core. His arms pull you to him, holding you to his chest. His breath hitches, tears streaking down his face. You try to smile, but find that you can't. You can barely keep yourself from breaking down completely, tears already streaking your own cheeks.

He picks you up, laying you on the bed under him. Your heart is hammering with his weight presses comfortingly onto you. His thumb brushed your cheek, wiping away your tears to kiss it.

He moves to speak, getting choked up before the first word makes it past his lips. You swallow and nod your head, "It's okay. I know." You manage, letting your magic work through his mind.

For a moment, you feel the both of you disappear as his mind merges with yours through your magic. You can feel your thoughts combining, your emotions melding together until you can't tell where he ends and you begin.

You can feel his anger, his love, his passion, his strength and weakness, his sense of being completely lost without you, his resolve and determination. He can feel your strength, your hard work to make him happy, your love and care, your waining control, your growing passions, your bloodlust and pain.

You loose track of time, only vaguely aware of the both of your tears stopping as an overwhelming and foreign sensation of peace and calm and tranquility overcomes you. Because all the world was once a mess, and now you're perfectly in tune and nothing else matters.

Something this perfect can't be real, can it? You hear your voice echo through the shared consciousness. You feel him smile.

I don't know. But I don't want it to stop.

You smile yourself, starting to laugh. This is completely insane. What is this?!

He laughs too. Did you forgot who you're dating?

You let your hands up, just grabbing him and hugging him around the neck, laughing as the tears come back. He burries his head into your neck, holding your tighter by the waist. His muffled laughter fills your ears as every possible emotion runs through you all over again.

After catching your breath, he pulls up so he can look at you. "You nev-er cease to amaze me." He mutters, resting his forehead against yours.

You smile, running a hand up through his hair, and shake your head. "That wasn't me." He looks confused, making you laugh. "You let me in. You excepted me in your head and... Let me in."

He doesn't move, doesn't speak, doesn't make any hint of any sort of reaction for a while. "What do you mean?" He finally asks.

"You let me into your brain, and you let me untangle your thoughts and emotions. But you've never really let me in." He doesn't look any more understanding. "You've truly excepted me, Toby. As a witch, a tool, and a lover." You explain.

For a moment, he doesn't react before breaking into the purest grin you've ever seen on him. He laughs, collapsing on top of you.
You hold him, smiling at everything that just happened.

Infinity had passed within ten, simple minutes.