Explaining the Inexplicable
5th of July 2006 A.D.
"I can't... I can't talk right now," you raise your hand to the faerie woman, less in warding and more just because you can't play those games right now, even if Usum seems eager to play them,
especially since they seem eager to play them. "Mom can we just go in the back to talk I don't want them all to hear and see..." you wave at the others around, not Harry, you trust him, but like Thomas the-really-pretty-swordsman and the police officer. You are reasonably sure Chicago PD cannot arrest you on 'assault and battery by magic' or something, but you would rather not risk it.
At first she does not say anything, just following along, watching you... almost like she thought you were a danger.
No, you remember from that time you had a really bad cold when you were seven when she had watched over you all night,
like she thinks you are sick.
"I don't think a few doors, or even a few walls are going to make a difference to her hearing," she nods towards the fey girl. "I think this can wait until we get to Saint Marry's."
In spite of yourself you cannot help but resent that last bit.
Want to see if I'll burst into flames on holy ground? you manage to bite back the snark you would later regret. "Mom, I need to talk about this now to you not confess my sins to Father Forthil."
"You would know," she says in a noncommittal tone that you have heard enough times to know it means the opposite.
She did come with me though away from the others, she is treating me like Molly, not like a Fallen in a Molly suit, you remind yourself.
Inside you find an old desk defaced by enough layers of graffiti to give an anthropologist a field day illuminated only by the faint light of evening filtering through the broken window. The chair for that desk is thankfully not lit because you think those are rat droppings and you do
not want to know for sure. In the other room you can hear Harry talking to the newcomers, but you cannot make out the words, so at least out of normal hearing for what that's worth.
OK, no sitting down, deep breath... And as soon as you start talking it all comes out: "The deal wasn't really about something specific. Not like I swore to serve anyone or anything, in fact he explicitly said I could do whatever I wanted and I just needed to pick it up and..."
"Molly..." your mother does not sound angry, she sounds tired and sad. "Listen to yourself, why would anything wholesome just give you power like that if not to change you, to corrupt you. That is what magic
does."
"Oh you mean like..." you start sarcastically, about to say 'Harry' and start that fight you had been avoiding when the demon in your head pipes in.
"I could not use the power I had been given into stewardship without one of the Chosen anymore than you could have escaped the trap of your tormentor by merely the strength of your limbs"
"It couldn't get out without a mortal soul to carry it. I had to pick..."
What kind of crown of hellish flame I wanted, you edit out your words again again, it's getting harder. "I mean, I don't
feel like I've got to be all cackling evil, or corrupt or sinister or anything, just that I've got a tap to some kind of...of... magic nuclear reactor that I can just dial up and down which includes a magic sword that comes out of my soul, and I'm still not helping am I? Dad is going to be so mad with me, isn't he?"
"Oh... sweetheart, it's not about your father, your father loves you, but you can't keep doing magic, it's going to hurt you..." she reaches out to touch your hand, then drops it instinctively.
You definitely are not running a fever now, some quiet corner of your brain with a liking for dark humor offers. "You have to let it go. It's the only way."
You had been ready for her to yell at you, if you are being honest you deserved a lot worse than that for what you did to Rosie, what you had not been ready for was her asking you, practically pleading with you to do what you are almost sure is impossible now.
Why, why do you hate magic so much mother?
Upon your brow green flames burn unseen to mortal eyes and in those flames dwell eyes that pierce flesh and bone, metal and mind, space and time. They are not yet open, but you can will them so.
What do you do?
[] Ask her why she hates magic so much (Empathy+Charisma)
-[] Write in Stunt Optional
[] Look through the Crown of Eyes to see why your mother hates magic so much
[] Go to Saint Marry's, maybe with Father Forthil's help or Harry's you can talk your mother down
[] Write in
OOC: Every time Molly just stops herself from saying something to set off Charity that was a willpower roll. Turns out having 9 willpower is good for more than throwing off spells.