&. 𝕺𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧...

ecstatic. [ the siphoner replies dryly, setting his hand down, his energy no longer used on the man chained before them that jack was using to practice on. part of him wanted to cheat and cut the main slightly to give him a better access point. he sighs. ] show me again. talk me through this. 

@wiccaanways    ( … )      fine,   fine.     [       the   witch   waved   her   hand   dismissively,   the   corners   of   her   mouth   twitching   upwards   as   her   chin   rested   upon   her   other   hand.       ]      I’m   enjoying   this.   are   you   happy   now ? 

@spellswoven 
            
            [  He was amused, one could tell easily by the coy curve of his lips. Standing leaned against her desk, the vial held loosely between his index and pinky, it seemed that the monster had very little regards to how bad of an idea it might be. Her answer made him even more willing to try it, and he followed her words with a huff of a laugh. ]  That would be such a shame. Neither of those options would cure me of my boredom. [  He sighed, and twirled the little bottle, watching the liquid slosh inside, thick like honey. His eyes flickered back to her and his head tilted curiously in her direction. ]  do you actually forge love potions?

@FANGEDFXCK   ( … )     the   very   nature   of   your   blood   would   adjust   and   you’d   fall   hopelessly   in   love   with   me.     [     the   dark‑haired   woman   tipped   her   head,   studying   him   with   a   slow,   feline   amusement   as   she   lingered   in   front   of   him.   her   gaze   drifted   to   the   vial   in   his   hand,   its   contents   catching   the   light,   and   her   smile   sharpened   as   her   chin   lifted.      ]      or   it   might   be   a   toxin   that   hollows   you   out   from   the   inside,   one   breath   at   a   time.   hard   to   say,   really.   [     her   eyes   glittered   with   mischief   rather   than   malice.     ]     which   is   precisely   why   rummaging   through   a   witch’s   potions   is   a   terrible   idea.   you   never   know   what   you’ll   wake   up.

@wiccaanways   ( … )    [     the   witch   rose   her   eyebrow   as   she   shifted   comfortably   on   his   lap,   eyes   tracing   his   features   with   slow,   deliberate   intent.      ]     blood   magic   requires   an   intense   focus,   and   it   drains   you   of   your   energy.     [      her   finger   hooked   underneath   his   chin,   lifting   it   until   his   eyes   met   hers.   she   tucked   a   loose   curl   of   her   hair   behind   her   ear.       ]      I   don’t   offer   my   neck   up   to   just   anybody.   this   benefits   us   both — you’ll   gain   the   power   you   need   without   exhausting   yourself,   and   teaching   you   will   be   far   less   taxing   for   me.     [     she   mused,   before   the   corners   of   her   lips   lifted   into   a   small   smirk.    ]      what   do   you   think   I   want,   jack ? 

[ taking her hand, he pulls her closer, bringing her down to his lap. he pauses for a moment, a small smile on his face as his eyes flit from her neck to her eyes. his tongue laps over his lips, the sound of her veins pumping blood filling his ears. ] i’m sure i’m not that bad. in fact— [ his hand reaches up, pushing her hair to the other side of her neck. ] i’m such a good witch i’ll make sure you don’t feel a thing (…) unless you want to. 

@wiccaanways   ( … )      [     sera   allowed   the   corners   of   her   mouth   to   tilt   in   amusement.   this   was   hardly   a   / reward /,   specifically.   though   the   witch   was   aware   of   how   draining   blood   magic   could   be,   especially   when   in   newer,   non-stop   practice.      ]      oh,   make   no   mistake   jack.   you   have   a   long   way   to   go.   but   now   that   you’ve   finally   managed   to   get   past   the   hurdle   of   actually   listening   to   what   I   tell   you…   well.   I   suppose   we   can   call   that   progress.      [     the   witch   mused,   her   eyebrow   lifting   in   response,   as   if   testing   him,   or   challenging   him   to   deny   it.   a   soft   hum   slipped   from   her   lips,   deceptively   innocent,   though   nothing   about   her   expression   ever   truly   was.    ]      if   you   don’t   want   it,   then   I’m   more   than   willing   to   withdraw   the   offer… 

@spellswoven 
            
            [  He smiled knowingly at her, lips pressed together to hide the rows of teeth beneath, and with a tilt of his head he observed how coy she was in her mannerisms as well as her words. Levi hummed, his green eyes darting over her face the same way one might observe a painting. * Around me, perhaps. * He mused, and flashed a toothy grin * I barely see a sight of it when you accompany me, blood witch.

@FANGEDFXCK   ( … )     [     sera   cast   him   a   sidelong   look,   a   slow,   knowing   grin   tugging   at   her   lips   as   she   clicked   her   tongue   thoughtfully   against   the   roof   of   her   mouth.   leaning   forward   over   the   counter,   she   let   her   emerald   eyes   glitter   with   unmistakable   mischief.     ]      I   was   / just /   going   to   say   the   same   thing   about   you.    [     the   witch   murmured,   her   voice   a   low   hum   as   she   arched   a   single   eyebrow   in   deliberate,   playful   challenge.     ]     are   you   suggesting   I   don’t   hold   any   restraint ? 
                
            /   my   favourite   vampire   < 3

when you put it like that,  i guess i am.   [ he stands with his arms folded loosely over his chest,  thumb hooked beneath his opposite bicep,  posture casual in a way that’s almost convincing.  almost.  his gaze rests on her evenly,  thoughtful rather than defensive.  he takes in the tilt of her head,  the faint twitch at the corner of her mouth.  she enjoys this—- prodding,  testing,  seeing what he’ll do.  maybe,  just maybe,  he does too. ]    it’s survived worse than being seen with you.  so no.   [ a beat. ]    unless that’s what you’re trying to do.  

@dearprey    ( … )     well,   I’m   sure   I’ve   done   you   more   favours   than   anyone   else,   so   you   should   consider   yourself   flattered.     [      sera   smirked   slightly,   the   corners   of   her   lips   twitching   upwards   as   her   head   tilted   to   the   side.      ]      am   I   tainting   your   reputation,   wolf ? 

[ jack thinks for a moment. perhaps it was a more prideful part of him clinging onto what it would mean to destroy their marks himself. he knew he could do it but blood magic wasn’t practiced as much as other forms, and he was no where near as skilled as her. ] as much as i appreciate your offer— i was hoping you could teach me to become better at blood magic. [ he pauses, awaiting a rejection and a laugh in his face at the request. some witches were less eager to share their knowledge than others and with sera’s hatred for covens, jack worried he’d be overstepping a line and a strike to his already wounded pride would deepen. ] i have access to every kind of blood you could possibly want— i have grimoires filled with potions and curses from all over the world, there is a lot i’d be willing to share with you if you helped me. [ determination and charm dissipating into something far more fragile and humiliating. ] please. 

@wiccaanways     … )      [     her   attention   immediately   sharpened,   her   back   straightening   in   her   seat.   she   had   assumed   wrong.   what   he   was   asking   was   not   for   him.   it   was   for   the   coven   leaders.     her   expression   shifted,   fingernails   digging   into   the   wood   of   the   table   between   them,   jade   hues   flickering   with   a   storm   of   emotion   she   didn’t   bother   to   hide.   her   chin   jutted   out.     ]      then   I’ll   give   you   the   chance   to   bring   them   to   account.   the   way   they   should   have   been   held   accountable   long   ago.      
            
                  [       the   elders   were   supposed   to   embrace   the   bloodlines,   to   look   after   their   witches   and   guide   them.   but   in   sera’s   experience,   they   brought   nothing   but   hypocrisy,   lies   and   manipulation.   she   didn’t   believe   in   them,   or   their   intentions.   not   anymore.   she   and   jack   were   different   in   many   ways,   but   on   this   point,   there   was   a   quiet,   unspoken   alignment.     ]      the   foundation   of   their    immortality   likely   aligns   with   sigils;   markings   in   their   flesh   to   bind   them   within   the   same   vessel   for   eternity.   these   sigils   are   tethered   to   their   blood.   if   I   had   access   to   just   one   of   them,   I   could   potentially   reverse   their   immortality   without   having   to   do   it   one   at   a   time.     [      the   possibility   was   dangerous,   intoxicating,   and   long   overdue.   she   folded   her   arms,   a   small   shrug   following   as   if   the   enormity   of   what   she   proposed   barely   registered   anymore.    ]      then,   you   can   do   what   you   want   with   them.
            
            /    all   good   ken !   you   never   have   to   apologise !   any   interaction   from   you   is   wonderful !     < 3 

i don’t have one, my coven elders do. [ he admits, a specific disgust in his voice as he spoke. he’d subjected himself to many tortures, but being immortal already it seemed like an unnecessary contingency. there were other less painful ways to live forever. ] the head elder, sebastian, marked them. and (…) he marked himself. [ it was rare for someone to give themselves the marks. the human mind allowed for you to inflict only so much pain before you mentally couldn’t, but sebastian was nothing if not desperate for power. he could almost admire it if it wasn’t to such pathetic lengths. ] i need them dead, sera (…) they’ve been allowed to live for too long. 
            
            / this will probably be short, i’m sorry!

@spellswoven 
            
            No. [  He replied, breathless, and lifted his eyes more as she advanced on him. Like a pawn on a chessboard, he awaited that one strike that would end him, and he was willing to embrace it. Swallowing down hard, he bowed his head for a moment before lifting it again. ] Perhaps you don't /need/ it.. but isn't it useful to have? [ The vampire whispered, his sharp eyes tracing over her illuminated frame, cutting it out of the darkness. ] Aren't I of use to you? We can forge a deal again, if you want.. so long as you consider my offer.

@FANGEDFXCK    ( … )      [      this   was   not   the   first   time   that   the   witch   had   had   to   send   others   away.   there   was   something   about   her   that   seemed   to   draw   people   in,   like   a   moth   to   a   flame.   she   was   no   enchantress,   but   perhaps   she   seemed   that   way.   a   low   chuckle   left   sera’s   lips   as   she   moved   forward,   with   grace.      ]       you   think   I   need   your   strength ?   I   am   / more /   than   capable.   and   so   are   you.   

@spellswoven 
            
            /  no worries !! Glad to have you back
            
            [  He felt like a beggar at her door. Behind her the moon mockingly stood like a maid to her hostess, behind him - woods dark and unforgiving stretched on forever. To walk through them again and again won't satisfy. To blend with the humans demanded masks upon masks. Here, the border between wilderness and civilization stood, and felt anchored and away from all storms. The vampire pressed his mouth shut, searching her face before his voice broke the silence. ] it is not about the debt anymore. I can compensate you in strenght, and you can do the same for me.