𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒄 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒗𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒔.
Maev Barebone never meant to get entangled with humans and their (seemingly) silly fights, but when her neighbor-turned-friend in Bucharest is arrested for a crime he didn't comm...
WARNING: THIS CHAPTER DEALS WITH HOW MAEV ACTIVATES HER BLOOD MAGIC, WHICH INCLUDES CUTTING A SINGLE LINE ON HER ARM. IT IS NOT SELF HARM IN ANY WAY, SHAPE, OR FORM, NOR IS IT GRAPHIC, BUT IF THIS IS TRIGGERING FOR YOU PLEASE SKIP IT.
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it's called magic, darling
WHAT ARE YOU?
Maev stared at the man, mouth gaping slightly as she tried to formulate a response, mulling over his response. Yes, at first glance she looked unusual but never had anyone guessed that she wasn't human. And while there are a multitude of codes and conducts on how to deal with situations like these, she was never one to follow them, instead choosing to follow her gut instinct. So, Maev simply tilted her head to the side and smiled, dark eyes glistening, painting a picture of mystery, "You wouldn't believe me if I told you, handsome."
A mechanical clink reached her ears as he curls his left fist tighter, "That's not an answer, doll." His voice is a deep timbre and a shiver slithers down her spine as he takes a step forward, edging out of his apartment, the nickname holding more venom than she thought one word could possibly carry.
Not one to be intimidated, and to be honest, she'd much rather prefer to be the intimidator, Maev leaned forward and lowered her voice as if she was about to tell him a massive secret, "Are you sure you want to know? I wouldn't want to scare you off." The man looks mildly offended at the idea and subconsciously leans forward to hear her better. She raises her hands into the air and wiggles her fingers, "I'm a witch."
Silence. And then the man sighs as if disappointed in himself, turning around to go back into his apartment, most likely thinking she was just a drunk lunatic.
Her stomach twisted at the thought of the man leaving and the possibility of never seeing him again made a sour taste enter her mouth. Blood magic was strange, but if there was one thing over the years that Maev had learned, was that it never lead her astray. Which meant that this man needed help and she was to lend him a helping hand in his healing.
So, without thinking about the consequences, Maev lifted her left hand so her palm was facing up, her pinky and ring finger curled inwards, her remaining three fingers pointing forwards. And drawing upon the magic humming underneath the surface of her skin, Maev whispered a single word before twisting her wrist so suddenly her bones groaned at the movement.
Dekat.
His apartment door slammed shut in his face.
Close.
He whirled around quickly, so quickly that Maev found herself stumbling backwards, the hair on the back of her neck raising. She took a deep breath to calm herself and crossed her arms underneath her chest, raising her right eyebrow. "I told you, I'm a witch."
