Orion

Seventeen. Pot Meet Kettle

unedited. Enjoy!

She could feel the weight of his gaze bearing down on her as if it were made of lead. Her insides were squirming. She looked up then. Even though she knew he couldn't tell based off her expression, Mahogany knew that he knew.

And Mo knew that Orion knew that she was aware of the fact that he knew and was aware-

"How do you go from a screaming match to this? Neither of you have said a word in almost an hour."

He broke gazes first at the sound of Gian's, and as soon as Orion did, that weight that was on her lifted. The way his eyes on her made her feel reminded her of when she'd gotten in trouble with the coven leader after she'd found out Mo, who was more capable of doing advanced spell work, had been practicing unsupervised.

The spell she was working on had been one to pull her (dead) parents from wherever they were in the other world so that she could meet them.

All she knew about them was what her aunt had told her. She had wanted to see them outside of pictures. At eleven years old with unchecked power and gifts with their own free will, the young Mahogany had been curious. She'd never heard the expression about curiosity and what it had done to the cat.

Mahogany had created a doorway for eager spirits who had been lined up just waiting for someone to open the gate between reality and its opposite state so they could push through that door the way that a mob fueled through some form of mass hysteria did tried to burst through an entrance or exit that couldn't handle to force.

Mo hadn't even opened the door all the way- a crack at most- but the energy from those spirits was powerful enough to tear through her house and her neighbors' houses like a Tasmanian devil because they had felt her power on the other side. Of course that meant poltergeists had made their way through as well and they wreaked havoc on their land for weeks. It took every mature witch in the coven to undo what Mo had done in a few minutes and it had taken them almost a month. Her punishment was that she was to hold a book in two hands while sitting on the wall. The book in the left hand was as light as a feather and the other was heavier than a corpse. She had to sit like that for days.

The Mother of the coven- the leader- Eeda had told Mo that if the young one could tell her leader that she that she understood why it wasn't safe to do spells on her own- especially ones that leaned closer to the darker side of magick- that she could put the books down and go home, otherwise she'd have to sit there legs bent with the wall supporting with that darker book which became heavier and heavier by the hour.

Mahogany was stubborn.

She held those books for three days, all the while feeling like the heavier book was going to snap her arm and throw her over with its weight. Eeda broke before her, and finally let her go when she finally realized that the young witch would suffer before she folded. Mo didn't really learn her lesson. All that she learned that was that her being hard headed about what she felt was right could give her even more power.

Orion's gaze was the weight of the dark book and she was glad that he looked away first because she wouldn't have looked away until he did first.

"It's normal."

Adriel snorted from across the room where he was trying to get a window opened, "He's admiring her, G. As much as they can't get along, the Moon still paired them, and She knew what She was doing."

A frown took over Gian and Mo's expressions but Orion kept his own flat. It was like he hadn't even heard the Beta, but even after not knowing him for even two weeks, Mo knew that wasn't it. He was planning something.