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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[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?"

[eversomuchfun]

"Oh, showing, I think."

[dark_light]

"All right then," says Amariah. "Have you got a trash can or something for the empty bottles?"

[cross_and_bow]

Juliet may or may not be peering through the open archway at shirtless Sherlock, between rolls and flips and shadowboxed throws.

[eversomuchfun]

"Or something," he says. "Pile them up by the tea; I'll get rid of them when I get rid of the box."

Then he calls over his shoulder to Juliet, "If you'd like a closer look, I won't begrudge."

[dark_light]

Amariah giggles as she stashes the refuse where Sherlock specified.

[cross_and_bow]

Juliet is sufficiently surprised at being caught that her autopilot glitches and she scrapes her knuckles against a rough patch of stone landing from a midair twirl, and in spite of all her protections she splits her lip open against the edge of one of those stone coffin things. (Without them she'd have chipped a tooth too, and her hand would be much more open to the air.)

She sits on the floor, and then she smirks and holds up her injured hand.

"If you want dessert," she says, "I won't begrudge."

[eversomuchfun]

Laughing, he sits on the floor in front of her, picks up her hand, and kisses her knuckles with extravagant courtesy.

Extravagant courtesy, and then tongue.

[cross_and_bow]

Juliet laughs softly.

[eversomuchfun]

After a little while, he lets go of her hand and leans forward and kisses her on the mouth in much the same way.