spellswoven

⠀⠀⠀    ⠀why’s that? it was rather amusing to watch.

&.      pause.      tell me if you want drops anywhere else.  i have time and muse now,    ill get to everything else in a sec.  ;p 

@spellswoven          &.        no need to apologize. i’ve been equally as busy here and i feel bad i haven’t had as much time as before to interact. ):     i’ll send stuff that i owe, including some new drops. ;)))))

@magicker    /    sorry   for   the   late   response   m’love !   I’ll   tag   you   now!   and   there’s   no   rush    < 3

@magicker 

@magicker    ( … )    no,   do   / not /   twist   my   words,   wülfric.    [     the   witch   hissed,   her   palm   pressed   against   his   chest   as   she   tried   to   pull   away   from   him.   her   sharp   gaze   lifted   to   his   face,   a   bark   of   dry   laughter   leaving   her   lips.       ]      if   I   wanted   to   hurt   you,   you   wouldn’t   be   standing.   [    she   leaned   closer,   close   enough   that   he   can   feel   the   hum   of   her   magic   in   the   air — that   faint   metallic   thrum   that   always   rose   when   her   emotions   did.     ]     tell   me,   what   truth   are   you   trying   so   hard   to   get   me   to   admit ?

⠀⠀⠀ you would much rather hit me than to be honest, no? 

@magicker 

@magicker    ( … )    [     sera   didn’t   flinch   at   the   command   but   something   in   her   stillness   changed.   a   playful   but   quiet   defiance  that   threaded   through   her   bones   like   a   second   pulse.   the   air   between   them   folded.   not   visibly.   not   loudly.   but   with   the   subtle,   unmistakable   shift   of   a   veil   being   tugged   aside.   a   soft   exhale   left   her,   barely   audible.   her   pupils   dilated,   swallowing   the   amethyst   hue   of   her   irises   until   only   a   thin   ring   remained.   blood‑witch   sight.   the   kind   that   saw   through   things   rather   than   at   them.   her   cards   hovered   mid‑air   between   them,   drifting   like   ash   caught   in   a   draft   and   they’re   tinted   red — her   colour,   her   domain.    ]    and   what   if   I   said   no,   hm ?     [    the   words   exited   her   in   a   velvet-tainted   purr,   cocking   her   head   to   the   side   as   she   remained   standing,   her   ringed   fingers   wrapped   around   the   back   of   her   chair.     ] 

@magicker 

   she   would   have   cleaned   it   up   herself   but   she   didn’t   have   the   energy.    ]       something   was   calling   me.   the   storm   wasn’t   just   weather.   it   was   a   mouth.   and   something   inside   it   wanted   to   taste   what   I   am.    [     she   murmured,   feeling   every   shift   of   her   clothes   clinging   to   her   body.    ]   I   shouldn’t   have   answered   it   but   it   latched   on   to   me   and   I   couldn’t…   see.   my   movements   weren’t   my   own   after   that...   it   doesn’t   matter.   I’m   fine.   you   should   go.. 
            
            / 2/2    @magicker 

@magicker    ( … )    [     she   did   not   move   or   even   protest   as   he   carried   her   through   the   house.   her   head   felt   heavy,   mind   blurring   at   the   edges.   rainwater   clung   to   her   lashes,   her   clothes,   the   curve   of   her   throat;   she   was   soaked   through,   heavy   with   cold,   but   the   weight   of   his   hands   in   her   hair   is   warmer   than   any   fire.   her   eyes   were   unfocused,   drifting.   crimson   streaks   marked   her   skin,   mixing   with   the   rain   until   she   couldn’t   tell   where   one   ended   and   the   other   began.   she   felt   detached   from   herself,   as   though   she   were   watching   from   somewhere   far   away.   her   dull   eyes   only   flickered   to   him   when   his   fingers   moved   from   her   hair   to   her   face,   tilting   her   face   up   to   meet   his   gaze.   she   watched   him   through   the   veil   of   wet   strands   he   brushed   aside,   her   expression   unreadable   in   that   way   she   had   perfected   over   years   of   surviving   things   no   one   should   witness. 
            
                 the   witch   couldn’t   fathom   what   he   was   feeling   in   this   moment — horror,   pity,   concern,   unease   or   perhaps   he   was   simply   waiting.   waiting   for   her   to   say   / something /.   swallowing,   sera   shook   her   head   slightly,   her   attention   wandering   elsewhere,   unable   to   look   him   in   the   eye   for   more   than   a   few   seconds.   instead,   she   traced   the   small   line   of   droplets   of   blood   and   rainwater   seeping   into   the   floorboards   from   the   door.  
            
            / 1/2

[ A low, quiet chuckle escapes Jasper's throat as he shifts his weight, leaning slightly forward against the counter to close the space between them. A slight smirk plays at the corner of his dark lips, his intense gaze never straying from her face while his upper body remains completely relaxed. ] " Debts can be settled ( ... )  depending on what you're asking for. But to answer your question , in all these centuries I’ve been walking this earth, I’ve encountered more of your kind than I care to count. Enough to know that when a witch comes looking to collect a favor, trouble isn't far behind. So tell me, sweetheart ( ... ) what kind of trouble are we walking into this time ? "

@crimsonhour    ( … )     [     the   brunette   settled   herself   casually   on   the   bar   stool,   the   corners   of   her   mouth   twitching   upwards.      ]     well,   you   do   owe   me.   I’ve   done   a   few   favours   for   you   in   the   past — now   it’s   your   turn   to   repay   the   debt.     [    she   mused,   her   fingers   tapping   on   the   counter   as   she   locked   her   eyes   on   him.      ]      how   much   business   have   you   had   with   witches ? 

[ A quiet, amused twitch touches the side of Jasper's lips as he tilts his head back just enough to hold her gaze, his upper body completely relaxed while his keen senses remain sharp and focused entirely on her. ] " You wouldn't be standing here wasting your time if you didn't need something from me. So go ahead, tell me I'm wrong. "

@dearprey    ( … )    [     she   didn’t   comment   on   his   response   about   thankful   not   being   the   right   word.   her   face   remained   unreadable,   but   she   felt   it — that   desire   for   connection,   for   having   a   family   that   accepted   him   for   who   he   was.   sera   had   been   alone   for   so   long   that   she   had   grown   used   to   it   but   there   was   a   part   of   her   that   missed   it.   though   the   corners   of   her   mouth   curled   up   as   her   daring   hues   squinted   at   him.      ]      well,   I   prefer   honesty   over   sugarcoating.     [     she   clicked   her   tongue   to   the   roof   of   her   mouth,   her   head   tilting   only   slightly   when   his   fingers   brushed   against   hers.   her   skin   seemed   to   warm.   satisfaction   filled   her   when   he   downed   the   contents   of   the   vial,   her   gaze   flickering   over   his   features,   ensuring   that   he   swallowed   it.       ]     there.   that   wasn’t   so   hard   was   it ?      [      she   teased   with   a   mocking   edge   to   her   tone,   her   hand   falling   back   to   her   side.      ]      you   should   start   to   feel   better   within   the   next   half   hour.   your   symptoms   will   ease.   you   can   tell   your   pack   they   have   nothing   to   worry   about — they’ll   have   their   brooding   alpha   back   in   no   time.     [     the   witch   teased,   before   turning   around.      ] 

[ ben’s eyes drop from her face to the vial extended between them,  his expression immediately flattening at the sight of the dark purple liquid.  of course it’s purple.  nothing a witch hands you ever comes in a normal-looking color.  his gaze lingers there for another second before slowly lifting back to sera. ]    thankful isn’t the word i’d use.    [ the response comes rougher than intended,  his voice scraped raw from the fever.  still,  there’s little bite behind it.  if anything,  the faint twitch at the corner of his mouth betrays him.  she isn’t wrong.  that might be the irritating part. ]    foul?  you really know how to sell it.   [ hi fingers brush hers as he takes the vial.  there’s something reluctant in his expression—- not fear exactly,  but the deeply ingrained suspicion of a hunter who has spent too many years learning that accepting unidentified liquids from witches generally falls somewhere between ‘bad idea’ and ‘last mistake you ever make’.  the smell causes him to grimace slightly. ]    jesus ..   [ he gives her a look before tipping the vial back and swallowing.  the reaction is immediate.  his entire face tightens as he lowers it,  tongue pressing against the inside of his cheek while he fights the instinct to spit whatever remains back out. ]   

@dearprey    ( … )    [      sera   pursed   her   lips   as   she   studied   his   face.   the   groan   that   escaped   him   caused   her   to   withdraw   her   hand   from   his   forehead.   ]      so   you’d   rather   suffer   than   accept   help ?     [     her   brow   arched,   cocking   her   head   to   the   side.   she   stood   up   straight   then,   her   fingers   reaching   into   the   pocket   of   her   dress,   pulling   out   a   vial   filled   with   a   dark   purple   liquid.      ]      don’t   blame   them.   you   should   be   thankful   you   have   people   who   care   for   you.    [     she   hummed   as   she   outstretched   her   hand   towards   him.     ]     drink.   it’s   foul,   but   it’ll   make   you   feel   better   afterwards.