we are invariably pleased to welcome tourism

[cross_and_bow]

Sherlock is usually very puncutal. He's only one minute late, but that's still not quite as punctual as usual. Bella peers out the window, not yet allowing herself outright concern.

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[dark_light]

"Nope," says Amariah, pouring the vinegar and then the honey across Juliet's shoulders. "Hide my marks / conceal them all / make unseen / all my workings," she intones. The liquids vanish.

[pythbox]

"...Could you hide everything after the bayleaf?" asks Mr. Giles.

[dark_light]

"If I edit the verse. You like the bayleaf?"

[pythbox]

"I do," he says, twisting his arm forward to look at it.

[dark_light]

"Sure." She has honey and vinegar left. She pours over all the tattoos apart from the bayleaf, and contemplates adjustments, and finally says, "Hide four marks / conceal these four / make unseen / non-leaf workings."

[pythbox]

And there they go.

"Your form of magic really is a lot more convenient than ours," he remarks.

[dark_light]

"No kidding. I'd share if I could, but not even my boyfriend's daemon, who can turn into a witch well enough to fly a cloud-pine and feel celestial light, can get out so much as a pure verse spell," says Amariah apologetically.

[pythbox]

"Unfortunate," he says, rolling his sleeve down again.

[dark_light]

"Sorry," says Amariah. "Oh, it's almost sundown. We should head back to Bella's."

[cross_and_bow]

"Off we go," agrees Juliet, picking up her messenger bag and following her witch counterpart out the door.

[pythbox]

What an interesting pair.

[cross_and_bow]

Juliet has Sherlock's blood ready for him on time.

[eversomuchfun]

And Sherlock is on time to receive it.

[dark_light]

"Hey, do you want blessings and stuff too?" Amariah asks him when he shows up. (She hangs back. She doesn't like the smell of blood either, although her distaste is about on the level of Juliet's after Slayer activation; she's had to get used to it for sacrifice components.)

[eversomuchfun]

"Interesting thought," he says. "Sure, why not."

Slurp!

[cross_and_bow]

"If I were you I'd be worried about a bad interaction with the goddesses from some of the spells," says Juliet. "I mean, I know it's only crosses and not also crescent moons and Stars of David and yin-yangs, but still."

[eversomuchfun]

"Oh, I know," he says. "But it probably won't kill me. Odds are slim it'll even hurt."

[cross_and_bow]

"The tattoos hurt," says Juliet.

[eversomuchfun]

"Seperately, I mean," he says with a wave of his hand.

[dark_light]

"Well, this is going to wipe me out of the ingredients that I can't conjure, but I think I have enough of everything to do one more person, anyway," says Amariah. "I don't think it's worth even trying to ask Charlie, is it? I mean, mine's used to witch stuff, but I'm imagining mine if I brought home - I don't know, aliens?"

[cross_and_bow]

"Yeah, I think not informing him of you or offering to paint him with bayleaf ink is the best bet," says Juliet.

[eversomuchfun]

Sherlock laughs.

[dark_light]

At the crypt, Amariah gets to work while Juliet shadowboxes and practices tumbling around artfully on the floor without hurting herself.

[eversomuchfun]

If the tattoos do hurt, Sherlock doesn't complain of it.

[dark_light]

"Do you want these showing or hidden?"