Okay, so I may not be able to feel when someone is staring at my consciously, but I will fasholy catch you automatically. Like... all I have to do is look up and we'll meet eyes unless they are behind me. But it won't matter what direction the person is looking in, me and the starer will make eye contact.
And that's exactly what happened to me. I look up and make eye contact with this weird ass dude who's just... staring at me. I look away, awkwardly looking around before looking back to the dude, who seemed to have realized he was staring, got scared and looked away. Weird as fuck, but at least he wasn't staring at me again. I had things to do.
"Twenty more minutes until your nail appointment, Mistress." Mr. Tweeters says, making me nod and look back down at my laptop.
Mr. Tweeters was my talking bird. Honestly couldn't tell you in detail how it happened but Nico said she had a spell that could give me a talking animal servant. Now, we all thought it would be weird as hell to just have a bird following you around unless it was a service animal like a dog, but it would be even weirder if it could talk so we did some research (aka we called up Nico's grandmama hella quick) and found that we could make the animal blend in. Blend in as in the only people who could see or hear this service animal would be us.
It wasn't easy at all. We needed to combine a lock of virgin hair (thanks Haven, you truly are a doll), spider legs, a rabbit's foot and that's where I drew the line and said that they could count me out. Like, who honestly wants to cut off a rabbit's foot? That's so mean, but Nico didn't mind. She said it was the price you sometimes paid for being a bruja and I was honestly glad that not all spells required a whole bunch of ingredients.
There were two types of spells. Simple and clean spoken spells, or the spells where you had to get down and dirty and mix a whole bunch of shit in a cauldron and those were never pretty. But, there are pros and cons to both. The cons of the simple spells are they don't last long. They'll last about a day at most. The cauldron spells? Those last months upon end.
Nico says it's because those spells are the ones with the most thought and effort put behind them, so there's more energy invested in them, giving them a longer life. Which was cool, but I mean... things like cutting off a rabbit's foot and a chicken's head are going to take some getting used to.
"Excuse me?"
I look up, blinking a bit. It was the dude who was staring. "Yes?"
"Is that... Is that a bird?" He asks, pointing at Mr. Tweeters.
I look over to Mr. Tweeters who was looking at me. "He can see me?" He asks and I turn back to the dude.
"H-huh?"
"That's... You have a fucking bird just sitting on your desk." He says, sitting down across from me. "And nobody else seems to fucking notice at all. It's freaking me the fuck out."
"You like using fuck a lot, don't you?" I ask, crossing my arms. I don't know how he sees Mr. Tweeters, but I'm gonna act like this dude is just crazy and my pet bird servant isn't here. "I don't see a bird."
"Good idea Mistress." Mr. Tweeters chirps.
"So... you didn't have a bird follow you in this room and this bird, that's sitting on this damn desk, is a figment of my imagination..."
"I mean... that seems to make the most sense. You may be on some type of drug." I lean forward to check his pupils. Just to go along with the lie I made. I really didn't want him to find out about me. I don't even know this dude.
"I'd believe that if I took drugs." He says and I frown a bit. His voice sounded a little familiar.
"Welp..." I shrug, leaning back in my chair. "Then I guess you're just a weirdo."
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Brujas
KurzgeschichtenI hated college and I was well past hating my life. I was expecting more than this, I was expecting cliche's. I wanted drugs, parties, clubs, guys, drinking, that was the college experience I wanted. Instead I had class, isolation, self destruction...
