Lavender
/ˈlavəndər/
Noun
1. a small aromatic evergreen shrub of the mint family, with narrow leaves and bluish-purple flowers. Lavender has been widely used in perfumery and medicine since the ancient times.
“And then the Lavender Town theme from Red and Blue started playing.”
Sometimes Keir wished he could just sleep peacefully. But no, even on the night that he wasn’t having wet dreams about Nyx or nightmares about getting eaten by demons, he was awoken by a blood curdling scream. He was up in an instant, stumbling over his duvet as he frantically got out of bed. That voice could only belong to Reid, because honestly no one could sound so manly while being scared shitless.
Nothing seemed amiss in the hallway, as far as Keir could tell. The screaming had stopped, and Keir strained his ears to pick up on anything else. It was silent as far as he could tell, maybe Reid was just having a bad dream? This comforted him a little, giving him enough courage to venture out of his room and head towards the guest bedroom down the hall. He moved as silently as possible, and as he approached the door that he knew Reid was behind, the temperature dropped considerably, making goosebumps rise on his arms. As he creeped closer, he began to pick up on what sounded like a bunch of people whispering. The din grew stronger as he stepped in front of the door.
Keir was shivering uncontrollably, and not just from the cold. The aura from inside was emitting in waves, dark and sinister, much like the one he had sensed when he’d first met Nyx. It made him want to hide, find a nice, safe place and curl up in a ball until it passed. Maybe he should do just that. Surely, whatever was happening in there was beyond himself. What was he going to do, grow some plants? Scare whatever dark force was in the room with his ability to grow flowers? The only thing that stopped him from doing just that was because Reid was inside. Obviously, he wasn’t having a nightmare, he might be in real danger.
With that thought in mind, he turned the knob, quickly throwing open the door. What he saw before him was, for a lack of better terms, scary as hell. The only thing lighting the room was bright moonlight spilling through the open window, letting cold air seep into the already freezing room. Shadow-like creatures filled up the room, dancing in a large circle, whispering in tongues that sent chilling fear down Keir’s spine. Someone was laying in the middle of it, which Keir could only guess was Reid. What the hell was happening?
His eyes landed on another figure, standing stock still against the opposite wall. They were tall, but certainly not tall enough to be Nyx. This only left one, creepy little freshman to be the culprit. Anger prickled through Keir, completely overriding the fear he’d previously felt. Seriously, what was wrong with this kid?
He stomped around the circle, making sure to avoid the shadows. Who knew what would happen if one touched him, he’d probably be put under whatever spell Reid had collapsed from. He could feel himself shaking, but it wasn’t from the cold anymore. No, he was too angry to feel the cold. He didn’t understand why Silas would attack Reid, there was really no reason. Was attacking people Necromancer’s version of a handshake? Some kind of weird, messed up show of dominance? Keir was ready to rip someone’s head off.
As he reached Silas, who was too focused on his spell to even notice Keir approaching, he shoved him. Keir had only meant to knock him hard enough to break his concentration, but Silas hit the floor like a ton of bricks. Immediately, a high pitched, piercing scream filled the room, making Keir cover his ears with his hands and squeeze his eyes shut in an attempt to block out the awful noise. He could feel freezing air rush past him, but he couldn’t bring himself to open his eyes until the screaming finally ceased.
Once it finally did, he opened his eyes slowly, only to be met with a calm room. The bedside lamp was now on, casting light into the room. Reid was still laying in the middle of the room, flat on his back. Next to him, Silas was slowly rising from the floor. He didn’t get too far, because Keir slammed him into the wall, pinning him there. They were standing face-to-face now, Silas blinking dazedly as he snarled in his face.
“What the fuck is wrong with you? What did you do to him? I’m going to turn you into a pomegranate tree and give you to your brother.” He promised, jolting Silas again and making him slam his head into the wall.
Silas groaned a little, but opened his expressionless, icy blue eyes and set them on Keir. “You’re cute when you’re angry.” Before Keir could really rip his head off, he melted into the shadows, literally, leaving Keir grasping at nothing. He screamed in frustration, spinning around to hurriedly check on his friend. Reid was still out cold, but at least he had a heartbeat. Keir lugged him over to the bed with great difficulty, since Reid was a big muscled man, and he was a scrawny teen. Once he was safely in tucked in bed, Keir went into his room and threw on some pants and a hoodie. He was going to make someone pay for attacking his friend. Hopefully Silas had teleported right home and Keir could promptly fuck him up.
Unfortunately, he wasn’t the sort of witch that could teleport. Some Naturalists could travel through light, just like some Necromancers could through shadows. He wasn’t one of those, so he had to drive his car like a mortal. The ride seemed entirely too long, and he realized it was like three in the morning. For a moment, he wondered if perhaps he should wait until the morning to deal with Silas. Yet, he still didn’t know what he’d done to Reid, or if he’d wake up soon.
He found himself not caring as he parked haphazardly in the driveway, hopping out of the car and slamming the door behind him. Keir hardly noticed the storm that was forming above him as he stalked up the porch. The wind quite literally burst open the door, likely breaking the lock but that wasn’t his problem right now. He’d barely gotten into the house before a man was coming down the stairs. He was probably in his late twenties, clad in a silky robe that was almost way too revealing. Keir stopped in his tracks because who the hell was this?
“Uhmmm, who are you?” Keir asked, the man was clearly human. There were strict laws against revealing magic to humans, so he couldn’t just go tearing down the place.
“Who am… excuse me?!” The man spluttered, crossing his arms over his chest. “Who am I?! You’re in my home and you’re asking me who I am? I should be asking you that!”
Keir considered for a moment that he might have the wrong house. He wouldn’t be surprised if this creepy town had more than one gothic, Victorian dollhouse like home, but also, he somehow doubted it. “I’m looking for Silas.” He finally muttered with a sigh, looking away as the man glared at him.
“So you break down my door with your stupid magic like a psychotic maniac? I’m so tired of you witches, breaking stuff just because you can. Did you even think that someone, a normal human, will have to fix that door now? No, because you all only think of yourselves. Stupid, no good…” He continued his tangent, turning on his heels and stomping up the stairs. Keir decided to follow him, because hopefully he was going to lead him to Silas, and he could beat him up. “You never told me who you were, anyway.” He stopped abruptly at the top of the stairs so that he could continue glaring at him.
“My name’s Keir. I go to school with Silas.” He stopped walking too, hoping that the man wouldn’t question exactly why he was here. He had never been a great liar.
“What’s your magic?” He asked curiously, but when Keir just looked at him in confusion he continued. “I mean, I’ve only met necromancers. What kind of magic do you do?” Great, this was NOT the conversation he wanted to be having right now.
“I can grow plants and shit. I really, really need to talk with Silas, though. It’s important.” Keir shuffled impatiently. The man nodded, looking disappointed that he didn’t have time to chat. “He should be in his room. I’ll go get him.” He disappeared down the hall; Keir refrained from following. After a few moments, the man was back, looking worried. “He’s not in his room.”
“Oh, I am so going to kill that creepy fuck.” Keir seethed, brushing past the man on his way to Nyx’s room. “Hey!” The man called, following after him. “Why are you so rude? What did Silas do?”
The Naturalist ignored him as he barged into Nyx’s room. The boy was sleeping peacefully in his bed, so naturally he yanked the covers off of him. “Wake the fuck up.”
The necromancer groaned groggily, clad in nothing but a pair of underwear. He decided to ignore that detail, though, instead glaring down at him as he sleepily opened in his eyes. “Keir…? What time is it?”
“Is attacking people like the Necromancers sick form of greeting? Because I’m fucking tired of it.” He crossed his arms over his chest. “Also, who is this human?” He gestured toward the barely clothed man, who gasped loudly in offense.
“He’s my stepdad, Michael.” Nyx sat up, clearly grumpy that he was awake. “What are you talking about? I haven’t even attacked anyone.”
“Your brother did though. He broke into my house and was doing some weird dark magic on Reid.” He huffed.
“Is Reid that dude you were with earlier at the football game?” Keir nodded in response. “Well, it’s not like I can do anything about Silas attacking him. Can I have my blanket back?”
“No!” Keir stamped his foot on the ground with a huff, “Reid can’t even defend himself!”
“It’s not my fault your boyfriend is weak.” Nyx stood up, presumably to retrieve his blanket. Keir held it behind him though, smirking at the taller boy. “Are you jealous? I’m not dating him.”
“I wouldn’t care if you were.” He approached Keir, who was backing up slowly. “Give me back my blanket.”
“I don’t have it.” He mumbled, balling more of the fabric in his arms behind him. Transfiguration was something that Keir wasn’t awful at, especially when it came to turning things into plants. “Keir, I swear to god.” Nyx said warningly, likely noticing the way his eyes were swirling with green. It was too late though, because the blanket was gone. He pulled the bouquet of lavender from behind his back. “Well, you can’t very well sleep without a blanket, can you? Help me find your brother and you can have it back.”
“I hate you so much.” Nyx glared at him before turning around and stalking towards his closet. “Let me put on some pants.”
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