NICHOLAS REID
Warlock
Posts: 81
Age:
36
Occupation:
Co-owner of Reid's Pawn Shop
Status:
Single
Played by:
Ange
Last seen Nov 2, 2024 16:29:32 GMT
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Post by NICHOLAS REID on Oct 21, 2024 19:30:01 GMT
Breakfast might’ve been eaten around the table with Darcey and Mandy – cooked by him while the two of them had still been dragging themselves out of bed – but the moment he’d left the apartment to drive over to the shop, it had felt like the months had fallen away. Just a couple of years ago he’d made the journey on his own every morning. Flipping the sign open on the door, slipping behind the counter to brew himself a cup of tea (these days it was more often a pot, depending on who he expected to be there). The days had slipped by quietly, leaving him to his own company most of the time, and then he’d met Cassie.
Nicky’s lips curled faintly as he opened the door to the shop. She’d been the flake of snow (bright and sparkly) that had seemed to start the avalanche of changes in his life. With her here he’d spent the long lulls between the customers training her, digging deep into a well of magic he’d barely touched since he’d left home. Their dad would’ve clucked his tongue at it, reminding him of who the Reids were. Magic was at the heart of everything they did, even if it was a part of them they couldn’t share with most of the people who walked through the front door of Reid’s – or Reid & Sons, now devoid of both the sons and the daughter.
Later, Nicky imagined, the door would clang open again – if either Mandy or Darce felt like turning up today – letting in that whirlwind of life he’d missed sorely when they’d been on the other side of the world. If the shop got busy he might appreciate the help, but for the minute he closed the door behind him and bent to trail his fingers down the back of the cat Cassie had left in his care while she’d been whisked off to the Caribbean for a holiday with her boyfriend and the other employees from the club. In a few days Cassie would burst through the door too, lit up like a Christmas tree, bursting with stories about Aruba and Linc. The faint smile grew a little as he made his way towards the back of the shop with the cat winding its way around her legs. Over a pot of tea, the stories would bubble out, and maybe he’d feel that little hint of jealousy about not having made it that far himself, but he wouldn’t begrudge the girl her travels. At her age he’d already been out there on his own for a couple of years, seeing parts of the world most couldn’t imagine.
Tugging back the heavy velvet curtain that separated the front of the shop from the back room where the more delicate, powerful items were stored, Nicky stepped into the tiny nook of a kitchen they kept back there. The yowl that rolled from him as he stooped to grab the food dish had him snorting. ”I get all the love when I’m feedin’ you, eh? Looks like you got ‘ungry last night.” Without Cassie here, there’d probably not been all that much for Salem to do other than work his way down to the bottom of his dish, which had probably had him hollering like there hadn’t been a scrap of food in it for a week. Nicky filled the bowl and bent with it, gently rubbing his knuckles over the cat’s head as it butted his knee. ”I miss her too,” he murmured to Salem, setting the bowl down. ”Not long now and she’ll be back.” Then Salem would head back to Cassie’s apartment, only prowling the shop when Cassie was here working. He’d not have said it when he’d first found Cassie staying here with Olive, but he’d liked having the cat here.
With Salem saved from starvation, Nicky set to putting together his tea. He’d intended on having the pot ready before he went up the stairs to the flat above the shop to see if Maeve was ready for her first shift, but he’d just flipped the freshly filled kettle on when he heard the stairs creak. Blue eyes lifted towards the door that led to the stairs, the smile touching his lips as it opened. ”Mornin’,” he said lightly. He’d not expected her to stay once her magic had been freed from Klaus’ magical prison, but Maeve had stuck around – for a time at least. ”You had breakfast yet? Figured I’d at least make a pot before we opened up.” The water started to bubble in the kettle, the sound of it nudging him to take two of the cups – porcelain, of course – down from the shelf above to set them down on the counter.
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MAEVE KELLY
Witch
Posts: 21
Played by:
Mandy
Last seen Oct 27, 2024 0:22:38 GMT
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Post by MAEVE KELLY on Oct 27, 2024 0:22:38 GMT
OUT OF THE BLACK
WITH NICHOLAS REID
The easiest thing would have to gone back to Ireland, back home. But she hadn't wanted to do that --- and given that she had spent a great deal of time having her choices made for her, she decided that she would do what she wanted. That meant staying in Mystic Falls, at least long enough to see why there was some part of her insisting that she do so. After all, Klaus Mikaelson was still here, still alive despite how many times she had done grievous bodily damage to him in her head. Common sense told her that she would want to be far from him so there had to be a damn good reason for her to stay.
(she also was quite sure that she knew what it was --- she just wasn't ready to admit it aloud yet)
Maeve had done things properly of course. She had called home, spoke to any member of the Kelly family that was worried about her. She spent hours alone placating her immediate family, ensuring that they understood she was just fine. She told them all that she owed the Reid family a debt. It was an easy lie to tell because if you really looked at it, they were even. She had done what she could to shield Mandy from that hybrid bastard and they had helped her reclaim her magic. She didn't really feel that she owed them now that it was all said and done but for now, she would pretend she did.
Hence her need to work in the shop.
She rose that morning, a hint of a smile on her face. She was getting used to this place. It was becoming familiar to her (she knew she needed to be careful so that it didn't become too familiar). She flexed her magic a little, still feeling it settling in even after all this time. A candle was lit in the room and then she pulled the flame back, feeling the heat of it in her hand. She smiled widely now. Before long, she wouldn't be worrying about it. She would once again just be who she always was before this mess started.
She dressed simply, and then headed downstairs. With Cassie gone temporarily, she could step into the role of helper. Pay her dues. She wasn't surprised to find Nicholas standing there. She gave him an easy smile. "I've eaten but I have a weakness for tea. I suspect you know that by now and are using it against me," she told him, her tone teasing. "So, yes I would like a cup." She leaned against the counter, watching him as he moved. "I haven't worked a proper job in awhile. Not exactly something I should be confessing to the boss but I figure that I would be upfront. Though I suppose it will be like riding a bike. I worked in a shop as a teen. Mostly trinkets and things to trap the tourists. I was good at selling them stuff they didn't need." She laughed at the memory. "But mostly I stood behind the counter writing my stories..." She realized she hadn't exactly told him what she did. "That's what I do actually. Write. You could probably find my books in a shop somewhere...though they wouldn't have my proper name on it." |
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NICHOLAS REID
Warlock
Posts: 81
Age:
36
Occupation:
Co-owner of Reid's Pawn Shop
Status:
Single
Played by:
Ange
Last seen Nov 2, 2024 16:29:32 GMT
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Post by NICHOLAS REID on Nov 1, 2024 22:00:36 GMT
If the shoe had been on the other foot, he might have fled town the moment he had his magic back. Maeve was braver than him, standing firm in the town where she’d been held prisoner for months – the town where the Original hybrid was still licking his wounds, perhaps coming up with an idea on how to get the witches that had been stolen from him back. Had the man felt the spell that had been holding Maeve and Mandy’s magic break? A thunder like crack that rolled through his chest the same way he’d felt it shatter himself. The destruction of a dam, all that power rushing back to Maeve and his sister, a tidal wave of relief and gratitude rolling behind.
They’d have taken her to the airport if she’d wanted to go. Nicky had already started to plan how they’d help her home – a passport through the Irish embassy, some tale of her losing it here (although the story of just how she’d come to be in America in the first place would’ve taken some clever spell work to muddle the mind of whoever was handling the replacement), tickets they’d buy for her, a goodbye at the terminal that would’ve grieved him more than he’d have admitted. He’d grown fond of having her around, knowing that she was pottering around the flat upstairs while he’d been at work down here. There’d been a reassurance in having her overhead while Cassie had been staying down here, two powerful witches able to protect each other if anything came looking for one of them (not that done Maeve and Mandy all that much good once Klaus had gotten his hands on the two of them).
The faint creak of the floorboards traced Maeve’s progress down the stairs, giving his smile time to creep onto a face that had spent far too much time settled into serious lines in the last couple of years. Tea had been a staple in his life practically since he’d been old enough to stand on tiptoes in the kitchen to watch his mum swirling the leaves in the cup, predicting her future without an ounce of magic to guide her. She’d whisper it to him with a conspiratorial smile, pouring a few mouthfuls of the cooling tea from the pot into a cup of his own for him to practice. Once he’d left home it’d become a taste of what he’d left behind instead. ”You think I’d do such a thing?” Nicky asked lightly, a glint of mischief shining in his pale eyes for a moment. ”I had noticed,” he admitted. ”I couldn’t get you much else from ‘ome, but tea I can manage.” And so he’d stocked up again, raiding each shop in town for something better than what the Yanks thought passed for tea.
”Not all of us grew up in one. I don’t think the boss’ll hold it against ya.” Nicky retrieved the pot, setting it between the two cups. He took the lid off, setting it aside to scoop a few spoonfuls of the loose-leaf breakfast tea into it. The water was poured on top as the kettle switched itself off, the scent of tea rising on the whisps of steam. ”Sounds like you’d well enough here then. Most of what we sell’s of that sort. Little trinkets, antiques, the occasional oddity. To the folks out front at least.” Nicky lifted his chin towards the front of the shop. Back here it was different. Anything that came in with power or a use was tucked away in the cupboards and on the shelves back here, waiting for the right set of hands instead of ending up with someone unprepared for what they’d found.
Each lilting word had already drawn him in, like bird song charming him from up in the trees. Nicky smiled at her, imagining the same magic woven on the pages of a book. ”Writin’ under the disguise of a pseudonym, hmm? I’ll have to look out for them. I can’t remember the last time I got lost in a good book.” Before Mandy and Darcey had arrived in town, bringing news that had hollowed him out and left him focused on family rather than the distractions of fiction. ”You’ve not thought to write ‘ere too? I think there’s a group in town, a friend of Darcey’s ‘elps right it. She’s a writer too.” Sadie’s sort of fiction was probably a world away from Maeve’s, but he imagined she’d have thrown her club wide open to Maeve if he’d asked her to.
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hope to see you in the discord! 
