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Stepping Stones: Chapter 12

Eda folds her arms, shaking her head at the woman in the mirror. “Oh, girl,” she sighs. “What have you become?”

She looks great, of course. She always does. The issue is the vibe. Usually, Eda has one of two philosophies for getting ready: let her natural beauty do all the work, or dress to impress. This time, for the first time in her life, she has done neither. For the first time in her life, she has dressed to look professional.

“They’ve already changed me,” she sighs.

“Who’s already changed you?” Raine opens the door to their bedroom, slipping inside— and then widens their eyes when they catch sight of her. “Wow. You look great.”

“I know,” she preens, and they roll their eyes good-naturedly.

“So what don’t you like about it?”

“Come on, Rainestorm. Have you ever seen me look this put-together? It’s not my brand. This business of having students, plural. It’s a menace.”

Raine smiles, coming to stand behind her and wrapping their arms around her. “I think it’s a good look.”

Eda sighs, even as she relaxes into their embrace. “I had to ask Lilith for advice on what to wear.”

Finally, Raine looks appropriately unnerved. “She picked that out for you? I didn’t think she had it in her.”

“Clearly you knew better than me. I figured all that time as a prissy coven head taught her something about professional dress. Turns out she called Darius for advice every time she went out.”

“Ah, so Headmaster Clawthorne’s look only came about through Darius’s intervention.”

“The sacrifices we make for power.”

Raine laughs, planting a kiss on her cheek and stepping back. “Well, I like it.”

“Then I suppose I can come to accept it,” Eda says with a world-weary sigh. “Yours is the only opinion that matters anyway.”

“It’s just missing one thing.”

Finally, Eda tears her gaze from the mirror, making peace with it. “And that is?”

She turns to find Raine holding out their earring.

The one they’ve worn since their first day at Hexside.

Eda’s humor falls away, and she meets their eyes. “Why?”

“Well,” they say, rubbing the back of their neck with their free hand, “I know we agreed a long time ago that we didn’t want rings.”

Eda isn’t surprised they remember. She let it slip when they were dating the first time, after Hexside but before their relationship had started going downhill, that she hated the idea that a relationship had to be witnessed by the proper authorities and bound by magic and paperwork in order to be considered real. She still remembers the relief she felt when Raine agreed— though she knows their motivation stemmed more from the fact that being stared at by a bunch of people for hours was not their idea of a romantic day.

“But,” Raine continues, “I know how nervous you’ve been for today. I wanted you to have something that will always tell you I’m with you, no matter what. Curse or no, magic or no, whether you have one student or one hundred— we’re in this together.”

Eda turns her face skyward, blinking fast, but the snort she makes trying to swallow back her tears belies any effort she could make to hide them. Raine has the audacity to laugh at the noise, and she shakes her head, wiping her eyes and beaming at them.

“Thanks, Rainestorm,” she says hoarsely, and they kiss her hand as she wraps it around the earring.

She takes a deep breath, drawing back some of her composure, and places the earring beside the mirror. “It’s only fair that I offer you some kind of token, too,” she says. She reaches for the gold stones she’s worn in her ears since graduation. Then, with a face as serious as death, she moves her hand past them, uses it to unscrew her prosthetic, and offers it to Raine.

They look from it to her, their face perfectly straight. “Eda,” they say flatly, “I’m not going to take your hand in marriage. We just talked about this.”

Eda throws back her head and laughs, replacing the hand, and then she really does take off her earrings. Both of them put their new earrings into their ears, and as Eda brushes her fingers along the metal, she realizes that Raine was right. This was what the outfit was missing; she’s no longer afraid of it.

And judging by the grin on Raine’s face, they know it. “Ready to go, Headmaster?”

“Ready when you are, Councilor,” she says, and slides her arm through theirs.

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You’d never know it from the rate at which Belos consumed them, but palistrom trees grow at an almost terrifying speed. The seed Eda planted ten months ago has grown into a towering tree, with golden light seeping from windows that were painstakingly shaped in the wood so as to allow students to roam the inside of it without killing it. It’s grand, and magical, and everything Eda has always thought a school of magic should be. She passes the sign in front of it, running the tip of her hook along the logo Luz designed and the words University of Wild Magic below it. Part of her still can’t believe it’s actually real.

It brings her some relief to see that the people of the Isles seem as spellbound by it as she is. Her first incoming class and their parents, siblings, and friends are all milling around with wide eyes and grins. She only has eyes for five people, however, all standing at the foot of the tree.

“Eda!” Luz runs at her full-speed, sending her stumbling away from Raine and almost crashing to the ground with the force of her embrace. King is there a second later, clambering up her to wrap his arms around her neck.

“Look at this place!” Luz cries. “It’s incredible!”

“It really is,” Eda’s dad agrees softly. He extends a hand to steady her. “Well done, witchlet.”

Eda squeezes her hand. “Well, it wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for you.”

“Oh, we’re just so proud,” her mom coos, wrapping her arms around her. Eda pats her back, her eyes finding Lilith over her shoulder, and lets go of her to embrace her sister.

“Aren’t you proud of me, Lily? I’m finally taking school seriously.”

“Truly, it gladdens my heart.” Lilith pulls back and places her hands on Eda’s shoulders, looking her over. “Darius helped you pick out a wonderful outfit, you look like a true leader. And—“ she pauses. “Is that Raine’s earring?”

Eda smiles. “Yeah. They gave it to me before we left. They knew I was nervous about today, and they wanted me to have something to remind me they love me, even if they weren’t physically with me.”

To Eda’s shock, Lilith’s eyes well with tears. “Lily?” she asks, unnerved. Lilith has never been much of a romantic.

“Sorry, I’m sorry.” Lilith hastily wipes her eyes. “It’s just— it’s really good to see the two of you together again. It was my fault that you broke up, I know it was— and they were the love of your life— and I was so worried it would never work out…”

Eda raises her hands, cupping Lilith’s face. “Lily.” She waits until her sister meets her eyes. “For someone who takes so much delight in foisting her knowledge on other people, you can be very stupid.”

Lilith lets out a short gasp of laughter.

“Raine and I broke up because of me,” Eda says clearly. “If the curse was the problem, we wouldn’t be together now. The problem was that I could never accept it. I tried to push away an enormous part of who I was— and in doing so, I gave them a relationship with someone who didn’t exist. I’ve made my peace with the curse, and because I care about all of myself, I can let them care about me. You need to make your peace with it, too.”

“I ruined your life—"

“You did not ruin my life.” Eda spreads her arms, trying to encompass herself, and the people behind her, and the school behind them. “I have a partner and two kids I love and who love me, parents and a sister I’m on good terms with, a government that doesn’t dictate what kind of magic I learn or teach, and a school I’m opening that looks to be very successful. Plus, I can grow wings on command. I’m really fine.” She reaches out again, taking Lilith’s hands and squeezing them. “The only person whose life you’re ruining because of this regret is your own.”

“Eda, I’m never going to stop regretting it—"

“I’m not asking you too. But regret and forgiveness aren’t mutually exclusive.”

“Eda!” She turns to find Darius waving to her. “Time to get ready.”

“Just think about it.” She squeezes Lilith’s hands and turns, following Darius inside the tree and closing the door behind them.

They wind their way through the halls and outside again to one of the platforms nestled in the tree’s branches, where Alador is waiting with a microphone he hands to her. Of course, he’s already thinking about the next thing, not sparing so much as a word for her before he shuffles inside. Eda smiles anyway.

She tightens her hands on the microphone and steps forward, glancing at Darius. He gives her a little nod.

“Hello, everyone,” she says, and her voice echoes down through the forest, effectively silencing the waiting crowd.

“Welcome to the University of Wild Magic. We’ll be open for classes next month. You’re all here because you’ve seen a broadcast on a crystal ball or a post on penstagram or picked up one of our brochures and decided the stuff we teach here was worth checking out. Thank you for that.”

She watches the crowd carefully as she speaks. Most of their faces are intent. Her friends and family are beaming openly. Except— where is Lilith? She was standing with their parents only ten minutes ago, but now she’s nowhere to be found.

Eda tries to shake it off, telling herself she must be elsewhere in the crowd. “I’m not much for speeches,” she continues, “so as an introduction, I thought I’d give you all the floor. What questions can I answer for you tonight?”

There’s a long pause— and then a hand in the middle of the crowd raises.

“Yes?”

“How are you going to teach us if you don’t have any powers?”

She told herself it was coming. It doesn’t make it hurt any less. She takes a deep breath, trying to remember the answer she prepared, refusing to let her voice shake—

“I wouldn’t call her powerless,” a voice says from behind her. Eda turns around to see Lilith flying down to the platform— flying down to the platform— because Lilith is a harpy—

“You did it,” Eda gasps, and her sister grins.

“I had a good teacher.”

They both turn back to the crowd, and Eda can see them piecing things together. Enough of them saw Eda go into harpy mode, enough of them know Lilith shares her curse, to understand what Lilith has managed to do.

“I’m afraid the harpy powers are a Clawthorne sister exclusive,” Eda says, and a laugh rolls through the crowd like a wave that breaks the tension. “But I can assure you that I have experience with many forms of magic. How much of that can I teach you?” She closes her eyes, has a few words with the Owl Beast. When she opens them, she stands just a little taller over the crowd, spreading her wings as wide as they’ll go. “As much as you’re willing to learn from a powerless witch.”

Raine gives a piercing whistle and Luz starts a fit of clapping that quickly spreads into a full round of applause. When the noise dies down, Eda continues, “but speaking of the curriculum, does anyone have any more specific questions on what it will entail?”

They do, of course, and the queries are phrased much more respectfully. People want to know about coven magic and how it will be taught, the ratio of knowledge to practical skill teaching, what new topics she’s going to cover. And to her surprise, she delights in thinking about it, in giving them the answers she prepared and thinking over the ones that she didn’t. It’s Darius who finally puts an end to it, sweeping up beside her and leaning into the microphone.

“Unfortunately, if we want to give you all ample time to tour the school, that’s all the time we’ve got,” he says. “Any further inquiries can be directed to the school Penstagram account, or you can ask Headmaster Clawthorne during the tour.”

Another round of applause follows this, and Eda lets out a long breath, suddenly tired. The crowd begins moving towards the doors, and she, Lilith, and Darius walk back inside.

“I am amazed that you went on for as long as you did,” Darius sighs as they walk.

“I’m not,” Lilith replies idly.

Eda glances at her. “You’re not?”

“I don’t think I can ever recall a full class at Hexside that she sat through without blowing something up,” Darius adds.

“Because she wanted to show off her magic. Eda, I'm sure you used your powers at... inopportune moments because you wanted people to notice them. To be as fascinated by that kind of magic as you were. Of course you’re going to be good at teaching it.”

That makes Eda pause, stopping in the middle of the hallway. It sounds so simple when she puts it like that.

For someone who takes so much delight in foisting her knowledge on other people, you can be very stupid, she hears herself telling Lilith, and she has to laugh. For all the knowledge they’re giving the next generation, they still have plenty to learn about themselves. Between each other and their curses, their allies and their enemies, they’ve had quite the array of teachers.

Eda supposes she’s about to welcome a new one.

“There’s only one way to find out,” she sighs, and pushes open the doors.

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stepping stones to hell ch. 13 (ronance fic)

hello! all previous chapters of this fic can be found here.

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The drive to the hotel was a fairly quick one. Within twenty minutes Nancy and Robin were getting out of the car. “I haven’t actually booked a room yet, so let’s hope there's a vacancy.”

Before Robin could stop herself the words sort of tumbled out of her mouth, “You can stay in my room.” She knew she had said them fast, she had wondered what they sounded like to Nancy; were they coherent or a jumbled up mess? Robin had a knack for producing word salad at the worst times, unfortunately.

Nancy was pulling out her bag from the trunk but she had paused to raise an eyebrow in Robin’s direction. “Are you sure? If they have an open room I don’t mind getting one. I don’t want to intrude in your personal space.”

Robin shrugged, trying to act more nonchalant. “I don’t mind. I have my own room anyways. You can totally crash my party.”

Robin could see Nancy smile as she shut her trunk. She grabbed her own things from the back of Nancy’s rental car before they started heading for the entrance. “Well, if you’re sure. It’ll be like a sleepover or something.”

Luckily for them, the check in process was painless and within a few moments they were using the elevator to head up to the ninth floor. “This place is pretty snazzy. Have you stayed before?”

They stepped off the elevator and Robin nodded, “Yeah. We actually stayed here last year once. The free breakfast is soooooo fucking good.”

“Do they have a waffle iron?”

“Oh yeah. And, they have a whole bar of toppings. Chocolate chips, dark, milk and white chocolate. Peanut butter, whipped creams, strawberries, blueberries.” Robin was sure she got the point but it was hard to stop herself from saying every item she remembered.

“You’re making me hungry,” Nancy said fondly.

Robin used the keycard to enter the room. It was very seventies themed in the best way. The walls were a shade of rusty orange with accents and swirls of dark green throughout. In the middle of the room was one huge king sized bed with a green comforter and tan colored sheets and pillows. Robin didn’t think about the fact that not every single hotel room in the world had at least two beds. “Uhm, last time I stayed I had a room with two beds. I’ll sleep on the floor though.”

Nancy pushed past her, laying her bag on top of the bed before pulling off her combat boots. “You’re joking right? We can both sleep on the bed. This thing is ginormous.”

Robin smiled, “Right. We can share the bed. Adults do that.”

Nancy let out a small laugh, “Adults, friends, other… things. They share beds all the time. It isn’t weird. Unless it is for you? I didn’t think about that. I totally get it if you aren’t comfortable sharing the bed. It was rude of me to assume-“

Normally Robin was the one rambling on so it was nice to stop Nancy for a change. “Nance, we can share the bed. It’s okay. I will, however, lay claim to the first shower. Drumming is a very warm profession.”

She rummaged through her bag, pulling out a pair of shorts and a Billy Joel shirt. This pairing was her typical PJ set on tour. Robin had an assortment of comfort clothes. This PJ set was to her on tour what her Bowie shirt was to her when home.

The shower was interesting. It was a large stand up area rather than a tub and only had half the glass. It seemed like the design would make a mess but after Robin had finished washing herself and her hair, the floor on the outside was still impressively dry.

Robin toweled herself off before sliding into her clothes. She looked in the mirror and her makeup was smeared rather than gone. Her lipstick was smudged on the sides of her lips while her eyeliner looked like a black eye. She sighed, “Hey, Nance,” she called. Maybe she would have something better to take it off.

She heard the bed creak before Nancy rounded the corner, “Oh, my,” Nancy said before letting out a giggle.

“What? You don’t like my new look?” Robin asked, pretending to be genuinely offended.

“Come on, I have some remover.”

She motioned for Robin to follow her. She snagged a washcloth from the rack and pointed to the bed, “Sit,” she instructed.

Robin sat as she was told while she watched Nancy dig around her bag. “This stuff works wonders,” Nancy said after pulling a pink bottle from the clutch. “Here, close your eyes. I’ll be gentle, I promise,” she promised after Robin gave her an apprehensive look.

After Nancy dabbed some of the lotion-like substance onto the towel Robin finally closed her eyes. As Nancy had promised, she was gentle. She moved the cloth around both of Robin’s eyes. “I didn’t realize how many freckles you had.”

“Oh, I have a ton. I always have. My mom said it was because she let me play in the sun too much as a kid.”

The comment made Nancy laugh lightly, “Hmm, maybe.” She paused for a moment before asking, “What’s your mom like?”

Robin thought about the question as Nancy still worked on removing her makeup. “Uhm. Fine I guess? They are? She was? Ugh.”

“You don’t have to talk about it if it’s not a comfortable topic.”

“No! It’s totally fine. It’s just my parents were kinda iffy about the whole lesbian thing and the music thing. More so the music. They wanted me to go to some big school and earn a fancy degree. I think they wanted to be able to tell their friends at all their little dinner parties how successful I was. When I came out I received the typical ‘Oh we always envisioned our future full of grandkids.’ response. Which of course isn’t fair to me. They should have had more than one kid, ya know? Then when I told them I decided not to go to school because Corroded had a record deal, oh boy. They blew their tops.”

“They said that it was irresponsible. I was throwing away everything they had worked so hard for. It wasn’t about me at all. It was about them. Their image, their social status. It was just exhausting.”

Nancy pulled the cloth away from Robin’s eyes so she opened them. Nancy was standing so close to Robin.

Normally Robin stood a good six inches taller

than her. It was the first time Nancy was the one towering over. “Your lips?” Nancy held the towel back up to Robin's face.

She took it as her cue to stop talking. As Nancy ran the towel over Robin’s lips gently, she knew her face was turning red. This was the closest they had ever been besides hugging. This felt oddly more intimate. Nancy was helping remove her lipstick. She was touching her lips. Nancy’s cheeks were turning pink. Was she thinking the same thing too?

Robin looked into Nancy’s eyes but she was staring at Robin’s lip. Her heart felt like a huge butterfly in her chest. Of course she’s staring at your lips, idiot. She’s literally taking lipstick off them. Shut up. She argued with herself in her head.

Nancy paused for a second, the two of them locking eyes. She knew the redness of her face was probably creeping down her neck because it was for Nancy too. She pulled away quickly, sitting down beside Robin, the two of them looking straight ahead instead of at each other.

“Sorry,” Nancy finally said in almost a whisper.

“Thanks for helping me,” was all Robin could respond.

“I should use the shower now,” Nancy said before getting up to gather her things.

Robin sat on the bed listening to the water run for a few minutes. She picked up the paper on the nightstand, searching for room service. Pizza and bottle service were the only two things offered twenty-four hours of the day.

Luckily for her, they had discussed pizza on the phone last week which meant Robin knew to order a supreme pizza for her.

After calling in their order she started moving both of their things off the bed so it was clear for them to sit and sleep on. She stacked their things off in the corner neatly before turning on the television.

When Nancy made it out of the bathroom Robin was hunkered down beneath the blanket completely lost in Beetlejuice. “Ooh, I love Winona Ryder,” Nancy said excitedly. She slid beneath the blanket, staying on the other side of the bed.

“Me too. This movie is so good. I also have the biggest crush on Geena Davis.”

“Ooooh, so is that your type? Tall? Gorgeous? Long hair?” Robin asked with a light hearted tone.

“I mean, not necessarily. I don’t think I have a type. I just enjoy pretty women. Of course all women are beautiful so a lot of women fall under the category of ‘Women who Robin Buckley could be, or probably is already, attracted to.’”

Nancy rolled her eyes before laughing, she opened her mouth to say something but a knock on the door interrupted her. “That must be our order,” Robin said.

“What order?” Nancy asked.

Robin opened the door and was a little surprised to see Steve and Eddie holding two pizzas and two bottles of wine. “What are you guys doing?” she asked them, raising an eyebrow.

They stepped through the door after she stepped to the side. They laid the food and drinks on the table and took a step back to the door. “We ran into the delivery guy, asked where it was going, and told him you were our friends. So, just wanted to drop that off and say goodnight.” Eddie gave a stupid grin that Steve mirrored.

“Yep, goodnight. Oh, and that we love you.”

Robin rolled her eyes, “Goodnight mom and dad.” She held the door open, motioning for them to go.

“Night guys!” Nancy called after them with a grin.

“Okay so,” Robin began, grabbing the boxes of pizza. She opened the top box up, it was Nancy’s. “This one is yours. Supreme, of course.” She sat the box on Nancy’s lap before moving back to the table to pour them both a cup of wine in the plastic cups provided by the hotel.

“This looks delicious, thank you.” Nancy said when Robin took her seat beside her again.

She passed Nancy her cup and sighed, “A perfect night.”

“So it seems.”

The two started eating their pizza in silence before Nancy laughed, “What?” Robin raised an eyebrow.

“I still can’t believe you eat cheese pizza. Just cheese. Not even sauce.”

“Oh don’t start this again,” Robin groaned, pretending to be irritated. When they had the discussion on the phone about pizza Nancy had been absolutely shocked at how plain Robin liked hers. It wasn’t just pizza really, “I’m sort of picky eater. Like, I enjoy a ton of food but I usually like it plain. Like I like most things that’s on your pizza right now but not on the pie itself. I like those separately. Putting them all together on a pile of sauce and cheese is a little icky to me.”

“Icky? Are you two?” she laughed lightly.

“Be nice to me or you’ll have to go rent your own room and watch the meteor shower tomorrow alone.”

“You wouldn’t?” Nancy put on a good shocked expression, looking stunned and offended all at once.

“You’re right, I wouldn’t.” Robin nudged her elbow into Nancy’s arm playfully, “I intended to spend every second we can together.” Pink danced across Nancy’s cheeks and she took a bite of her pizza, trying hard to hide her grin. “That’s what I thought,” Robin added.

After the movie was over and the pizza, including one bottle of the wine, was gone, the two decided they should build a blanket fort. Hotels had a way of always putting out more sheets, pillows and blankets than one room could ever need. It was the perfect plan.

They worked together to move two chairs in the room across from each other further apart than the bed. They draped two sheets from the bed to the entertainment center. They had three more sheets in the closet which they used one with a comforter to make a pallet inside the fort and the other two to hang down the chairs so there was no outside light coming in.

“That was tough work,” Nancy said after they were laying side by side.

“We could be interior designers or something. If our careers ever start to slip maybe that’s a good backup.”

Nancy smiled and gave a huff of a laugh, “Paid to build semi-okay blanket forts.” She laughed again, shifting herself up to reach for her wine glass. Her opposite hand brushed against Robin’s.

Robin knew her face was turning red but it was lucky the lighting in the fort was bad. If not, maybe she would have been able to blame it on the alcohol. There were no words spoken between them for a few long moments and Robin was able to absorb Nancy’s presence. “I’m glad you came, Nancy. I know I’ve said it, but I’m so happy you’re here.” She spoke quietly.

It was true, of course. Not only had she missed the woman but if it weren’t for her, she would be alone in this hotel room now. Laying in the boring bed rather than a fort and probably already asleep. “Can I say something? Even if it’s sappy and maybe sad?”

“Anything,” Robin encouraged.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve had a friend. Like the girls at work, they are my friends. But it’s been so long since I’ve had a soul bond type of friendship. I’ve been lonely for so long. You’re my best friend, Robin. I mean it so deeply. I know it’s only been a few weeks but I think about you everyday and I’ve missed you so bad since you’ve been gone.”

Robin’s own confession burned in her throat as tears threatened to line her vision. She couldn’t say she knew exactly how Nancy was feeling because she was close with everyone in her band. But, she had felt lonely in other aspects. Nancy had said their friendship was a soul bond. Did that mean that she only saw her as a friend or she was hesitating from calling it what it really was?

Her silence must have lasted too long because Nancy let out a weak laugh, “I told you it was sad. I probably sound like a widowed cat lady or something.”

Robin chuckled light before sitting up, reaching for the wine Nancy held. “No, you mistake my silence. I know what you mean, well, sort of. I’m lonely too. I mean, not in the way that I don’t have people or friends around me. But, there’s always been a hole in me.” Robin’s hands were shaky as she lifted the glass to her lips, she tried hard to hold steady. “It’s probably cheesy but spending this time with you has sort of filled a void.”

Nancy smiled and even the darkness couldn’t conceal the pink that dusted her cheeks. “You’re right, that was cheesy,” she said softly.

Robin rolled her eyes and shoved her arm gently, “Oh shut up.”

She gasped, pretending to be offended. They fell back into their banter as if the moment had never happened but it had. Something so vulnerable they had both laid bare. It had changed something but not in a negative way.

Robin sat the empty glass at her feet before laying back on the pillows. “What should we do tomorrow?”

Nancy laid back as well, humming softly. “Mmm. Definitely visit a coffee shop. Maybe a bookstore, oooh, definitely a record shop. Then, I don’t know, we wait for the meteor shower?”

Robin nodded silently, “Don’t forget a thrift shop. We have to find t-shirts.”

A yawn from Nancy seemed to be the only confirmation she would give. For a moment they laid there, Robin sure Nancy had fallen asleep as her breaths became slower and deeper. She had just closed her eyes when Nancy shifted. She laid her head on Robin’s chest before whispering, “Is this okay?”

Robin wrapped an arm around Nancy, tucking her in tight letting the affectionate gesture be her answer. It definitely was okay and Robin would sleep better for it. “Goodnight, Nance,” she finally said softly but Nancy was already asleep.

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