Ghost Story

[Bethany]

"You have face hair!"

[Carver Amell]

Despite himself, despite how entirely furious he is at the moment, Carver breaks into a genuine, cheek-splitting grin. "I know! It's so great!"

[Bethany]

"And your voice! I mean, it's you, like, I can tell it's you now that you're talking and not shouting but wow, it's deeper!" Beth shakes her head and finally scrambles to her feet. "How?!"

[Carver Amell]

His grin fades. "The oak -- they did a divine ritual to fix me. Put me in the body I always should have had. But on the way here we ran into Barty and he asked me if I was a witch like my sister. I hoped he meant Marian but it's both of you?!"

[Marian Hawke]

"This is a divine ritual too, dumbass!" snarls Marian. "Don't talk to Beth that way!"

[Bethany]

"We were trying to ask Astea for advice," Beth says in a small voice, her excitement and wonder dimming rapidly in the face of Carver's anger.

[Carver Amell]

Carver takes a step forward, not seeing his foot land too close to the candle. It stays upright, but his foot is right beside it as he shouts, "Why does Barty think you're a witch?!"

[Bethany]

Beth flinches away from him, actual fear in her eyes as he shouts at her. All seventeen of the candles the sisters were using for their circle flare dramatically, the flame turning a deep blue as they do so.

[Carver Amell]

The flaring of the candle causes wax to drip faster; a droplet lands on Carver's foot, and he yelps, jumping just enough to kick over the candle onto the rug. Faster than seemed possible, the rug is alight with blue flames; Marian half-drags, half-tackles Beth off of the rug, desperate to save her sister, as Carver jumps backward, the opposite direction. Now a wall of flames separate the twins, as Marian stares in horror. 

[Bethany]

"Nonononononono," Beth moans as she stares at the flames in horror. Not ma'win, not Car. No. No. No! Beth reaches out, slapping her hand against the rug without care for the searing pain in her hand. Without a single spoken word, the rug freezes solid, cutting the flame off from any fuel long enough to starve it out.

[Carver Amell]

"You--" stammers Carver, blood draining from his face. "You really-- You really are a witch!" 

[Marian Hawke]

"How dare you!" snarls Marian, jumping between them, fists high. "Say that again, I dare you!"

[Bethany]

Beth whimpers, curling around her burned hand as she begins to weep with pain and fear.

[Carver Amell]

Neither of them are sure later who threw the first punch; as if by unspoken agreement, Carver and Marian end up on top of each other, a tangle of fists and kicking making its way around the parlor, carefully avoiding Beth.

And that's when mother walked in, bemoans the journal after the fact. She screamed bloody murder at them both, mostly Marian for being older and more responsible, and sent all three of us to bed without supper. 

And the worst thing of all -- they're separate beds! She's making Carver sleep in the guest room because she says boys and girls can't share a bedroom! What am I going to do?!

[Varric]

"Mages, the two of them. Which means odds are better yes than no about Carver having magic as well," Varric muses to himself as he nibbles on some hardtack. Have to admit I'm not sure why the mother is bothering with the bedrooms (way to not plan ahead with the guest room) though. Not like they couldn't find privacy to fuck (ugh) if they wanted to anyway. Proprietary probably. Poor Marian. Sounds like she and Emma would understand each other, I suspect.