A Spell gone Bad or Not part 2

Title: A Spell gone Bad or Not part 2
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 1206
Part 1

Professor Percy Pomeroy, or PP as he was called by his friends, something that the students had caught wind of and taken to calling him but not in his presence, studied the images in the scrying pool.

“You know it would be helpful if you could give me some indication of when you were exposed to the potion.” He tried not to say it too severely but really the human familiar feline was not being much help. Scrying into the past was not easy and he’d had to start back tracking from when he’d first found ‘him’.

Winston had become thoroughly bored after the first 30 minutes of watching his life run backwards, he was also tired of being called ‘you’ or ‘him’ which led to him with his ears in irritated cat mode. Trying to say Winston had come out Meowsssom and resulted only in a frown of incomprehension on the man’s face. So Winston had flopped down facing away from PP, folded his paws under himself, and tried not to notice the squirmy feelings in his tummy.He was getting used to being a human in a cat’s body after a week of it, though to be honest he didn’t remember much of his life from the party until when PP had found him.( Read more... )

A Spell Gone Bad or Not

A Spell Gone Bad or Not
characters - Winston, Professor Percy Pomeroy (PP), Dr. Phoenix

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FB3X Drabble Cascade #139 - 'disquiet'

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FB3X Drabble Cascade #139 - 'disquiet'


Title: The Fae (Fantasy, R for some imagery of non-con)
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 100

The clearing and forest around the house was too still, Bart thought. It felt unreal. There should be shimmering in the early morning sun of dew evaporating from the grasses. He didn’t know how to explain it for all were there; light, mist, dew; but no breath of air moved and the world was silent.

Bart froze as, “We do not wish our tryst together to end before time,” came from behind him and he felt hands stroke over his bare skin, fingers pinch and intrude where they should not.

He awoke, re-aware to the view but his skin remembered.