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Of Wishes and New Friends (for Zayne)
Piper liked Seattle. It was a place they'd never come to and so most of her memories were of her childhood with her Mom, Dad, and sister. Those memories in of themselves were a bit mixed up but they were easier to deal with than places she'd otherwise escape to. A ton had changed (cost of living and the growth of the city) and at the same time, a lot hadn't changed (the weather and the people).
She had heard through a radio advertisement that a magician was coming to town for a few nights. They had warned that his show was so popular that it sold out very quickly in other cities and you should act quick if you wanted to catch one.
Any other night and she'd have rolled her eyes and not bothered. Something that she wasn't going to put a name to urged her to look him up and read what he was about. His name was Zayne and apparently, his act was unique. Unique enough where there were YouTube videos upon YouTube videos attempting to debunk his performance or somehow recreate it. She had to admit, the man was very attractive and seemed very charming.
Huh.
Well, this she had to see. And, if there was something magical about him, perhaps ask him a couple of questions if it was even possible.
Over the last year or year and a half, since then, she had searched for any possible way of bringing Jordan back. She'd always tell Jordan that if she somehow died on her, she'd find some way of bringing her scrawny ass back.
So far, she hadn't had any luck.
Deep down, she knew it was a worthless task but she had to try everything she could think of.
So she bought a ticket, somewhere close to the stage for a stupid exorbitant amount of money (because it was Seattle and everything is stupidly inflated). When the evening arrived, she got dressed in a nice outfit (a little black number) and made her way to the theater. Since being in town, she hadn't really gone to shows but this was an exception.
She found her seat and settled in. Piper listened to the chattering, to the squealing of teenage girls (and women) around her and others who were determined to find some way of debunking him.
Well, this was going to be an entertaining evening. Even if she came away no closer to an answer, she'd was sure the show would be worth it.
She had heard through a radio advertisement that a magician was coming to town for a few nights. They had warned that his show was so popular that it sold out very quickly in other cities and you should act quick if you wanted to catch one.
Any other night and she'd have rolled her eyes and not bothered. Something that she wasn't going to put a name to urged her to look him up and read what he was about. His name was Zayne and apparently, his act was unique. Unique enough where there were YouTube videos upon YouTube videos attempting to debunk his performance or somehow recreate it. She had to admit, the man was very attractive and seemed very charming.
Huh.
Well, this she had to see. And, if there was something magical about him, perhaps ask him a couple of questions if it was even possible.
Over the last year or year and a half, since then, she had searched for any possible way of bringing Jordan back. She'd always tell Jordan that if she somehow died on her, she'd find some way of bringing her scrawny ass back.
So far, she hadn't had any luck.
Deep down, she knew it was a worthless task but she had to try everything she could think of.
So she bought a ticket, somewhere close to the stage for a stupid exorbitant amount of money (because it was Seattle and everything is stupidly inflated). When the evening arrived, she got dressed in a nice outfit (a little black number) and made her way to the theater. Since being in town, she hadn't really gone to shows but this was an exception.
She found her seat and settled in. Piper listened to the chattering, to the squealing of teenage girls (and women) around her and others who were determined to find some way of debunking him.
Well, this was going to be an entertaining evening. Even if she came away no closer to an answer, she'd was sure the show would be worth it.
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Her eyebrows raise at this question, her smile widening. "I don't see why not if you really want to help out." Having a djinn on her side for this mission would no doubt help out. It was more than she'd ever expected, honestly.
"Well, no, I don't. In the short time I've known you, I can't imagine anything less. However, I might've expected one large king-size bed instead of two full," she can't help but tease him.
Piper tilts her head and considers what she had planned for the next night. "I didn't have anything planned for tomorrow night so I'd like to come and see it again. It'd be fun."
"Nothing permanent, just when I need it. A small amount of space. I've learned to shrink things down when I need to transport them easily and enlarge them again when I need them."
It clicked then that she was really, truly considering doing this. No, not considering it but actually doing< it.
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"Tomorrow it is then,' he says with a smile. "You can check out the bus, we can have a marvelous lunch there, and you can explore things and see what you think. Completely no strings attached. You're not in? Cool. You can still visit and ring me up when you need back up. But if you love it... we'll make things official," he says, looking impish.
"You know, blood contracts and all. That's okay with you?"
He can't even keep a straight face as he says it.
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She nods in agreement. "Sounds good," she says before raising her gaze to his with a laugh when he tries to talk about blood contracts.
"Hm, what about charmed friendship bracelets," Piper asks with an amused smirk.
"Will I have to worry about any obsessive fan club members getting jealous that I'm close to their "true love"?" She remembered being a teenaged girl!
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And for him it's a lot of that. He wants to try and do what he can so she can live the life she wants, just as he does.
He laughs at that though, trying to give her an innocent look.
"What? Me? Do you really want to know about how expansive my fanclub is? Or how obsessive they can be? It might be bad, yeah."
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She clears her throat and takes a drink from her water. It's more than she's shared with anyone else that she's known for less than a minute but considering all that they've shared tonight, it's perhaps unsurprising.
"I did look you up and sat in that crowd tonight. I'm sure if I could have died from the jealousy and death stares, I would have," she remarks dryly with a laugh.