Gideon Darqish had had his fill of Potter Oaks. If it weren't for the fact that the girl he'd waited who knows how long to finally meet again, lived here, he would have unleashed his aura and his hand upon the town and relished it the way it would twist.

But Peneloper had made him patient and now that his hand was satisfied, he found the quiet that surrounded him comforting. His storm still raged on, but he kept it over the town, and Gideon wasn't inside Potter Oaks anymore.

He laid on its outskirts, in a clearing that had called out to him. Maybe not exactly called to him, more like, tried to hide from him; the elements of Reason were never very fond of his kind.

But the clearing couldn't hide, and now he laid in its center, wild lavender growing in sporadic bunches around him. He hated the smell of the flower on its own, but when it scented Peneloper's aura, it had been his favorite scent.

He gazed up at the retreating darkness, saying his goodbyes to the last sprinkling of stars. Gideon enjoyed the stars, plucking them had been one of his favorite past times when he'd been little. He'd take  bunches of them- full blown constellations- and placed them in mason jars for his eyes only.

Their company had made him feel less lonely when he sat in the darkness, never knowing anything but it's cool touch. Eventually though, like all things from Reason, their brilliance extinguished and Gideon would be left alone.

Peneloper had been like those stars, attracting him to her blinding light like a moth to flame. She quelled his need for companionship and roused within him a desire to pervert her future-- not for fun, but for a reason foreign to Gideon still to this day.

Their reunion had been in their destinies, Gideon had made certain of that. And as that moment approached, the boy had to remind himself to fight the urge to place her in a mason jar.

The sun was starting to rise, the grey of dawn hitting his eyes. He sighed. The light always hurt his eyes. He looked over toward the town. His aura hovered above it, a blanket ready to smother out the life underneath, and he shook his head.

Not now, he commanded, the aura shuddering slightly, as if responding, all to begrudgingly, to the boy's thoughts. He put another cigarette to his lips and pondered about how the day would turn out.

What would school be like? How would Peneloper react to seeing Gideon again?

He smiled.

"And what face will she wear when she realizes she has my heart?" he said, feeling the eyes of scared deer peering at him through the tree line.

What of the other? Gideon's hand mumbled, half asleep. The boy hadn't been aware it'd been listening.

"I'll reacquaint him with the void."

Gideon got up reluctantly and held the cigarette away from himself. Then, with a slight nod, he summoned a shroud of black, and changed.

Usually, as was stated prior, Gideon was against using magic for simple things. But as his clothes morphed- into something he thought better suited this layer- he agreed, that meeting Peneloper was no such simple thing. In fact, it had been the very opposite.

Years- maybe longer- of waiting, planning, honing and finding, had lead him there. He'd done much and drank even more on his path to Peneloper's door.

That's why butterflies of anxiety fluttered inside him, where usually the hunger of the void sat, waiting to be satisfied.

End Crispen's homesickness. How kind, Gideon Darqish, his hand replied before returning to its slumber.

The boy left the clearing, a black and white striped sweater hung over his shoulders, torn dark denim jeans on his legs. He wore polished black loafers and made sure his hair lay- perfectly disheveled about his face.

He popped a green pill in his mouth making sure his color wouldn't leak, and played at the necklace around his neck. It was a tiny bird skull, the first one he'd ever reaped, and while it was small it had a great power.

He wouldn't need it, of this he was almost certain, but one can never be prepared enough when it comes to matters of the heart.