AU Pagan: Kim: Home Alone

[k_a_webb]

Written for a random number prompt.

Sitting cross-legged Kim breathed in deeply, the scent of strawberry incense making her smile. For a moment she watched the smoke from the stick she’d lit swirling into the air. It wasn’t often she got the house to herself – normally it was full of Micheal and David’s friends, but they were all out somewhere for the first time in months, so she was making the most of the time she had. Of course making the most of the time she had meant something different to her than it would do to most people as they weren’t solitary witches trying to follow their path in a home that was usually not conducive to actually being able to do much more than wish for quiet.

Finding a group she could work with was becoming more important, but it was hard. Kim was one of those witches who took bits and pieces from different places to make something that fit her, rather than trying to make something fit her, so her search had been pretty much pointless. Occasionally she stumbled over someone who studied paganism while she was at college and then, for a little while, she had someone to compare notes with, but she still hadn’t found the right person to even made a study pair. There were days when she felt like she would never find someone to work with.

If it wasn’t for her family making it very difficult for her to be able to do more at home she probably wouldn’t even be trying to find someone, but she needed somewhere she could practice. Being a studying witch had been enough for her, while she was young and trying to work out who she was, when she’d spent the majority of her time with friends before maybe reading a chapter of something before she went to sleep, and then, as she tried to do more, she had come to realise how little she could do at home. Kim sighed, breathing in deeply again. Meditation was impossible most of the time, even though she had a room of her own as she was the only girl, due to the noise, and if she didn’t know her brother’s friends had nowhere else to go she’d probably get more angry that they were always there.

Once she’d been in the same position with her own friends, but things had changed since she started college. Her friends had all made different friends in their classes and the group she had once been a part of, the group that had all promised each other that their friendships wouldn’t change at college, had faded away. Kim was lucky if she saw the girl she had once called her best friend once a month, let alone every day the way she had promised, but, really, it wasn’t a bad thing. It had been time for her life to change, even though she kind of felt like it was being forced on her, and that was why she was beginning to think it might be time that she moved out.

Mirrored from K. A. Webb Writing.

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