A lot of things change in twenty years, but for some reason Eda hadn't thought that Lilith would be so incredibly different than she was when they were teenagers. Maybe she should have, but she didn't.
Eda wakes up to noise. Too loud noise. She tries to go back to sleep, and almost manages it before a crash jerks her from sleep.
Thinking of Luz and King and whatever they might be getting into, Eda shoves her feet into her bunny slippers and trudges downstairs.
Not having magic sucks. She can't just glide, she has to walk.
She stalks into the kitchen, squinting in the late morning light. ]
[ Lilith is, naturally, standing in Eda's kitchen attempting to look poised, which is tough because there is flour all over her and the counter and there's a bowl spinning idly on the floor, slowly coming to a halt.
She looks like a wet cat and feels a lot like one, too. ]
Your kitchen is a nightmare. I don't know how you find anything in here. Why in the name of the Em—of the Titan would you keep your flour with your pans?
[ She is a guest and while she is a little too aware of that and more than a little put off by the whole house—and Hooty, who is blessedly still asleep—Lilith is going to do her best to act like a good one.
She owes Eda, anyway.
Without thinking she traces a circle, focusing on the flour and the bowls and all of it, and then realizes halfway through the gesture and drops her hand slowly.
Right. Of course. No magic.
Lilith can't quite keep the sourness from her face as she bends to pick up the bowl manually. ] I suppose your broom is in some other nonsensical location. Your bedroom. The forest.
[ That's a little sad, watching Lilith try to use magic like that. It's not like Eda hasn't done that, at least three times an hour since everything with the Emperor.
It's rough, Luz having the most magic in the house. Luz trying to teach them, two middle aged witches who spent their lives being exceptional, learning from a tween. ]
Hah! A broom in a forest. It's in the junk room. [ And she almost starts a spell circle of her own, raising her finger. Then she clenches a fist and swings it across her body with a smile. ] Yep. Junk room. I'll. Get that. With my own feet.
[ Lilith pushes the bowl onto the counter with a strangely grimace-like smile, sympathy and frustration curdling in her chest like a potion gone bad. ] I never even realized how much I relied on magic until I had to walk down all those stairs. It's awful. How humans live like this I'll never understand.
[ Or. Maybe she will.
It's not that Lilith regrets it, exactly. She knows exactly what she owes to Eda, and it's more than this: it's more, maybe than she can ever give her sister. The weight of her mistakes was heavy before, with magic to help lift them. Lately it's felt like they're pressing her slowly into the bones of the island. ]
Tell me about it. [ Eda mutters as she shuffles out of the kitchen to find the junk room. It's around here... somewhere.
She always just summoned things from it.
She's honestly not sure where it is.
Which leads her to hammering on the door and asking Hooty, who proceeds to talk for at least ten minutes about how he knows every inch of the house, how he's so helpful, how it's so nice of her to talk to him.
Eventually, she does get the broom, and she tosses it at Lilith, feeling even more annoyed than she had when she woke up.
With a groan, she drops into one of the kitchen chairs. ] This is worse than being human. At least they don't know what they're missing!
And they don't have to put up with that infernal owl.
[ Lilith barely manages to catch the broom, but she just manages to keep it from hitting her in the face. She hasn't had nearly enough apple blood to wake her up yet because Eda's kitchen is an inconsistent nightmare, and sweeping up a whole mess of flour is not exactly in keeping with her image. Nor is it her favorite way to start the day.
What, Hooty? [ Eda looks over toward the living room, where Hooty is singing something from outside the house. She laughs tiredly. ] Made him. Ages ago.
[ Ages and ages ago. When she'd just gotten this house and needed something to keep watch, and to keep her company. ]
[ Lilith hadn't realized that, actually, which is—well. Eda wasn't very well going to tell Lilith the intimate details of her life, she knew that much, had accepted it a long time ago, she thought.
Making a house demon isn't easy. Making one as powerful as Hooty is almost impossible, as far as Lilith knows.
She pushes a bit of the flour into a neat pile, frowning. ]
I would say that's impressive, but he's awful. Truly. The worst house demon I've encountered.
[ Probably not the word Lilith would use, but certainly a word. Like Edalyn's human, or the little demon currently snoring on the couch. Those are charming. Hooty is something else entirely.
Sweeping is also something else: every time Lilith moves the broom it seems like flour gets left behind. It's been so long since she had to do it like this, had to do anything at all manually. It shouldn't be this difficult, but here she is, scowling at a broom in her sister's kitchen. ]
I would need a house before I could make a house demon, and there are more important things to worry about right now. How did you say your human discovered her magic?
You would need magic, too. [ Eda points out. She knows she's being unhelpful, but her sister is staying in her house and she's still not totally on board with that.
And there's the whole Lilith-cursed-her-and-made-her-life-a-living-hell thing. ]
My human took some sorta video of me on her phone thingy, and saw the glyph in the spell circle. Guess they all have 'em, we just do the circles
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Living with her sister was impossible.
A lot of things change in twenty years, but for some reason Eda hadn't thought that Lilith would be so incredibly different than she was when they were teenagers. Maybe she should have, but she didn't.
Eda wakes up to noise. Too loud noise. She tries to go back to sleep, and almost manages it before a crash jerks her from sleep.
Thinking of Luz and King and whatever they might be getting into, Eda shoves her feet into her bunny slippers and trudges downstairs.
Not having magic sucks. She can't just glide, she has to walk.
She stalks into the kitchen, squinting in the late morning light. ]
Now what's all this?
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[ Lilith is, naturally, standing in Eda's kitchen attempting to look poised, which is tough because there is flour all over her and the counter and there's a bowl spinning idly on the floor, slowly coming to a halt.
She looks like a wet cat and feels a lot like one, too. ]
Your kitchen is a nightmare. I don't know how you find anything in here. Why in the name of the Em—of the Titan would you keep your flour with your pans?
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At least a little bit of Eda's annoyance is gone just by looking at Lilith.
She looks really silly.
Eda fights back a smile. No, bad Eda. You're annoyed at her. She's your annoying older sister.
But wow does she look silly. ] You gonna pick that up?
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[ She is a guest and while she is a little too aware of that and more than a little put off by the whole house—and Hooty, who is blessedly still asleep—Lilith is going to do her best to act like a good one.
She owes Eda, anyway.
Without thinking she traces a circle, focusing on the flour and the bowls and all of it, and then realizes halfway through the gesture and drops her hand slowly.
Right. Of course. No magic.
Lilith can't quite keep the sourness from her face as she bends to pick up the bowl manually. ] I suppose your broom is in some other nonsensical location. Your bedroom. The forest.
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It's rough, Luz having the most magic in the house. Luz trying to teach them, two middle aged witches who spent their lives being exceptional, learning from a tween. ]
Hah! A broom in a forest. It's in the junk room. [ And she almost starts a spell circle of her own, raising her finger. Then she clenches a fist and swings it across her body with a smile. ] Yep. Junk room. I'll. Get that. With my own feet.
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[ Or. Maybe she will.
It's not that Lilith regrets it, exactly. She knows exactly what she owes to Eda, and it's more than this: it's more, maybe than she can ever give her sister. The weight of her mistakes was heavy before, with magic to help lift them. Lately it's felt like they're pressing her slowly into the bones of the island. ]
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She always just summoned things from it.
She's honestly not sure where it is.
Which leads her to hammering on the door and asking Hooty, who proceeds to talk for at least ten minutes about how he knows every inch of the house, how he's so helpful, how it's so nice of her to talk to him.
Eventually, she does get the broom, and she tosses it at Lilith, feeling even more annoyed than she had when she woke up.
With a groan, she drops into one of the kitchen chairs. ] This is worse than being human. At least they don't know what they're missing!
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[ Lilith barely manages to catch the broom, but she just manages to keep it from hitting her in the face. She hasn't had nearly enough apple blood to wake her up yet because Eda's kitchen is an inconsistent nightmare, and sweeping up a whole mess of flour is not exactly in keeping with her image. Nor is it her favorite way to start the day.
She sighs and gets to it anyway. ]
How did you get cursed with that thing, exactly?
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[ Ages and ages ago. When she'd just gotten this house and needed something to keep watch, and to keep her company. ]
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[ Lilith hadn't realized that, actually, which is—well. Eda wasn't very well going to tell Lilith the intimate details of her life, she knew that much, had accepted it a long time ago, she thought.
Making a house demon isn't easy. Making one as powerful as Hooty is almost impossible, as far as Lilith knows.
She pushes a bit of the flour into a neat pile, frowning. ]
I would say that's impressive, but he's awful. Truly. The worst house demon I've encountered.
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And it's kind of funny, watching Lily clean up with a broom like a human. ] You try makin' a house demon and see what you come up with.
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[ Probably not the word Lilith would use, but certainly a word. Like Edalyn's human, or the little demon currently snoring on the couch. Those are charming. Hooty is something else entirely.
Sweeping is also something else: every time Lilith moves the broom it seems like flour gets left behind. It's been so long since she had to do it like this, had to do anything at all manually. It shouldn't be this difficult, but here she is, scowling at a broom in her sister's kitchen. ]
I would need a house before I could make a house demon, and there are more important things to worry about right now. How did you say your human discovered her magic?
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And there's the whole Lilith-cursed-her-and-made-her-life-a-living-hell thing. ]
My human took some sorta video of me on her phone thingy, and saw the glyph in the spell circle. Guess they all have 'em, we just do the circles
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[ Wait. No. She is being baited. Rise above, Lilith, you don't need this. Edalyn is just trying to get under your skin.
She sucks in a breath through flaring nostrils and pushes the broom a little too hard against some flour, making it puff up annoyingly.
Titan save her. ]
And in order to get magic, that means I will have to learn those glyphs.