Solangelo Oneshots

Witch Bitch

Nico scanned the shelves of crystals. He wished they were in alphabetical order. What if he needed a crystal that came in multiple colors, huh? Like some jasper? Jasper came in multiple colors. Yellow, red, black and white.... well, that was pretty much it. Maybe jasper wasn't the best example.

Today, Nico wasn't looking for jasper. He was looking for black tourmaline. There was a spirit in his house that just wouldn't leave, and Nico didn't have the money to pay a psychic to do what he could do on his own. All he needed was some sage, a white candle, and a crystal. Also, he needed more milk, but that was irrelevant to the spirit. He just happened to be out of milk.

Nico stared at the wall of crystals, his eyes scanning the dark rocks for the crystal he required.

"Ack!" He yelled when he fell to the ground, the full weight of another man lying on top of him. "What the fuck?"

"Oh, shit. I am so sorry." Said the person on top of him, rolling off and pushing himself up off the ground. He held a hand out to Nico. Nico accepted and pulled himself up.

"I'm so sorry, man." The man said.

"Yeah, what was that? Do you often go into metaphysical shops and hurl yourself at strangers?"

"I tripped on a cat." The man explained.

Nico thought about this. The shop was indeed the home of many cats. He wasn't sure if this was a pro or a con to this shop, but at the moment, it was a con. It made a guy fall on him. But, on the other hand, the guy was incredibly attractive.....

"It's fine." Nico said. "I'm Nico. What are you looking for today?"

"I'm Will. Will Solace. I need more candles. I love candles. How about you?"

"Yeah, candles are nice. I need to get black tourmaline. There's a spirit that lives in my room that I need to banish. His name is Enrique."

"Ooh. What kind of things does he do?"

"He pulls my blanket a few inches so my feet get cold."

"How do you know you just aren't kicking up your blanket?"

"Because it's perfectly folded up at my ankles. And once he left a note saying, 'Wash your feet. Ghosts don't like sucking dirty toes.'"

"What the fuck?"

"Yeah. Now you get why I need to banish him."

"Creepy. How do you know his name is Enrique?"

"Whenever I go to the bathroom, I hear heavy breathing and fog appears on my mirror. Then the word 'Enrique' appears on the fog. The worst part is that next to his name, he always draws a penis."

"That's the worst part to you?"

"Don't judge me, man." Nico said, crossing his arms.

"Sorry. Enrique sounds like a pain. Do..... you need any help cleansing your house?"

"No. This isn't my first rodeo."

"That's what I'm going to say at my second rodeo."

"But I'd love to hang out some other time. Maybe we could take a candle making class together or something."

Will grinned. "That sounds good. Here's my number."