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...
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a glimmer of hope
JAMES BUCHANAN BARNES wasn't quite sure how the supposed witch had managed to worm her way into his life, but the next thing he knew she was in it and he doubted she'd be leaving anytime soon.
Two weeks had passed since he followed her to the slums and witnessed her magic first hand, proving to him that she was indeed, against all odds, a witch. He hadn't accompanied her to the slums since then, though Maev always offered, yet he still saw her nearly every day. At first, it was the meal left on his doorstep, then they walked together down the street before parting ways in the mornings, and now here he was, standing in front of her apartment door, his human hand raised hesitantly to knock.
His metal hand was curled gently around the handle of a plastic bag and his eyebrows were furrowed together slightly. It had been so long since he'd initiated any sort of friendship with someone that he couldn't quite remember what was normal and what wasn't. A quick Google search that morning hadn't helped much either.
Maev had always been the one to find him and he was uncertain if he was stepping out of bounds in some way by approaching her first.
Frustration clouded his mind for a moment, he shouldn't be having this much trouble on deciding if he should knock on her door or not. Metal grinded on metal and he realized that he'd subconsciously locked his bionic hand so tightly the plastic had become stuck in the metal grooves of his palm.
He sighed, shoulders slumping slightly. Why was being normal so difficult?
"James?"
He turned around at the sound of Maev's voice, finding the tall woman standing behind him taking her sunglasses off to see him better in the dim light of the hallway. He lifted his metal arm slightly, causing the plastic bag to swing. He stared at her for a moment before realizing he should explain, "You said you would help me when you first met me. I figured out a way you could do that."
Maev nodded and brought her key out of her pocket, prompting him to move out her way so she could unlock the door. He followed her in, instantly scanning the new environment for any threats.
The layout was identical to his with an open room and two doors, one that he assumed led to the bathroom and another to a small closet. The kitchen sprawled out in the corner with an island table in the center, two bar stools underneath it. A multitude of books littered a shelf that leaned against the fridge, a coffee table in front of a couch that was pressed up against another wall. There were barely any material possessions, minus the books, and he frowned as a problem clicked in his head.
"You don't have a bed."
Maev paused from rummaging through her fridge, looking over her shoulder at him. "Don't need one, I barely sleep."
