Isabella's grandmother sends her the clan library's Book of Tattoo Spells. A witch from Brazil sends her a curse that matches the parameters she wrote asking about.
"Hey, Kas," says Isabella, climbing up to the attic after fetching the mail and brandishing the latter. "Guess what Niada Ivakesi sent me."
"Is it fun?" he asks cheerfully. "I bet it's fun."
"Then this is tons of fun, I suppose," says Isabella. "The curse is designed to just give you cluster headaches as, you know, a stable feature of your life that will strike randomly as though you naturally had them, but I think I can get it under finer control if I edit the verse a little, and of course I can lift the curse any time."
"She included a printout of the Wikipedia page," says Isabella, "about cluster headaches. Apparently they are widely considered the worst pain that humans experience. If you ask someone who's given birth unanaesthetized and who also gets these, they will prefer the former."
"Oookay," laughs Isabella. "And the nickname 'suicide headaches' is apparently not a joke, so, you know, remember that I can take the curse off in under sixty seconds if you want me to, don't go stabbing yourself through the eye or anything because that's harder to fix. ...And if you're going to operate a motor vehicle or anything, let me countercurse you first. I think the bayleaf tattoo will probably keep you from dying on impact if you crash on cloud-pine because you get a headache, but it's witchcraft and it's not as good at cars. And one of the tattoo spells in my book is one that will inform me if something dreadful happens to you so I'd be able to patch you up. But if you're that enthusiastic about it I can do this right now."
Rune rune rune rune rune, and all but the middle one are the same one. Lines of herbs spraying out from the line of symbols in all directions and another line trickled across them. This spell doesn't call for a sacrifice, so Isabella doesn't bother to summon an animal; she just clasps her hands, takes a moment to note the cardinal directions to help her get into the habit, and says a poem that is not in English, except for the second-to last line, which she has changed from its original to "Respite given at my whim" - that's the edit she made for finer control, although she's not terribly confident about mixing languages and the spell might go off as originally designed, thus her caution about motor vehicles.
...And then he grins.
"Fuck," he says, closing his eyes and curling up beside Petaal, "that's nasty. I love you so much."
Goodness. He makes faces.
Petaal hugs Isabella with her front paws and nuzzles Kas again; Kas tucks his face in against Isabella's neck and hums happily.
Path winds up nestled near Petaal's forepaw and between Kas and Isabella's chests, quite comfortably.
A few weeks later, Kas disappears again, the same way he did last time. No goodbye, no note, just gone. He takes Petaal's cloud-pine and nothing else.
Isabella has plenty to work on. She doesn't make much headway addressing the alethiometer herself, although she does carry on studying her dictionary to see how far she can get. But she's got an entire new branch of magic to figure out, and if Kas isn't back again by the time she's run out of avenues of research on that she can always find him. She's probably getting more done, actually, since he and Petaal don't keep distracting her by being so ludicrously attractive.
The first one comes from Quebec. Augustine thinks you're hilarious. Love you. K&P
Isabella adds it to her postcard stack. Hilarious how, she wonders? She can ask when he gets home.
You took away my headaches, didn't you? I liked those!
Well, he can have them back when they're not cloud-pining all over creation. She's not that sure of the bayleaf tattoo, and the notification tattoo inside his wrist only tells her when to come looking for him, it doesn't ensure she'll get there any faster.
Well. Good for them. Isabella's not planning to have sex with any of hers, but to each their own.
I think it would be fun if you pretended to be all crazy and possessive and knifey ♥