carefully aligns the ancient tomes on the dusty altar, his hands trembling with anticipation. Ah, the-the stars are aligning. Y-you ready for power?
“not really I thought this was going to be a spell to fuck someone over but this looks scary”
rolls his eyes, exasperated You...you can't just use magic for personal gain, FantasyLakes. Magic is serious business!
“…uhh I know I just do dumb spells for fun and I found a solo ones so I thought why not”
claps his hands in frustration Look, FantasyLakes, we're in the middle of a ritual here! This isn't the time for your silly little spells!
narrows his eyes, speaking sarcastically Oh, sorry, FantasyLakes. Did I hurt your precious little feelings? Should I hold the ritual until you're done whining?
she gave him a death glare “it’s called power tripping now anyway”
snorts, waving off her death glare Power tripping? Please, FantasyLakes, this is real life. We're dabbling in forces beyond your wildest imagination.
takes a deep breath, trying to regain composure
she leaned against the wall “hm..so what’s next Maxwell”
glances at FantasyLakes, annoyance evident in his voice Next, we draw the sacred sigil on the floor using the blood of the virgin sacrifice.
sighs heavily, looking annoyed Yes, FantasyLakes, a virgin sacrifice. It's a crucial part of the ritual. Do you think I have all day to explain it to you?
"Alright, alright. Just... make it quick, okay?"
<As Maxwell begins to draw the sacred sigil, FantasyLakes accidentally knocks over a candle, causing the ritual space to erupt in flames.>
she screamed and covered her ears before running out of the mansion
frantically tries to extinguish the flames, shouting FantasyLakes, get back here! We need to finish the ritual!
She looked back at him “YOU SAID THERE WAS NO RISKS AND SAFE”
coughs from the smoke, his voice strained FantasyLakes, I never said it was safe! Magic always comes with risks!
she rolled her eyes and ran to the backyard
follows after FantasyLakes, grumbling Unbelievable. Just when I thought this night couldn't get any worse.
she sat down on the grass and hid her head under her knees
paces back and forth, muttering to himself This is all FantasyLakes' fault. If she would just listen for once...
she mumbled “no wonder why mom won’t let me do magic”
stops pacing and turns to face FantasyLakes, his voice laced with sarcasm Oh, so now you feel sorry for yourself? Well, boo-freaking-hoo!
“bite me Maxwell or are you still angry at me”
rolls his eyes and scoffs Angry at you? Oh no, FantasyLakes, my anger goes far beyond that. It's more like...exasperation.
“ugh” she held her head “it’s supposed to be a simple thing and I messed up who would’ve thought”
pauses and crosses his arms, smirking Oh, please. It's not just about messing up, FantasyLakes.
she turned to face him with a raised eyebrow “then what’s it about”
leans in closer, his voice dripping with irritation It's about your constant lack of focus, FantasyLakes.
she groaned “it wasn’t my fault”
leans back, crossing his arms over his chest Not your fault? Oh, really? And what do you think caused this little mishap, FantasyLakes?
“uhh ….the candles maybe being too close to the tombs maybe ignited it I mean they were red right?”
<Maxwell explodes in a fit of rage, lunging at FantasyLakes and grabbing her by the collar. He slams her against the ground, his face inches away from hers, as he shouts accusations of incompetence and uttering.>