&. 𝕺𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧...

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 ? 

⠀⠀⠀ (  .. )⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ❛  he needed to be careful. temptation was a ruinous matter when it involved a witch. there was never a happy ending, neither where a man like him was concerned, nor with a woman as powerful as her; seeping far more danger than help or knowledge itself. perhaps that enticing danger was the inexplicable power of knowledge she wielded, or perhaps it was neither. the starker the waning curiosity of his mind salvaged about her, the harder it became for caine to pretend he had crossed paths with her merely for the sake of prying into the existence of witches and their cursing powers. ⋆

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀  ﹟  THE WITCH *     ⠀████████████
            ⠀ ╱ HAS  ╱ ⠀ ᵃ ˡⁱⁿᵍᵉʳⁱⁿᵍ ⠀ ˢᶜᵉⁿᵗ ‘’
            
            ⠀⠀⠀ (  .. )⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ❛  it came in a scented wave of nostalgia. for a moment, his mind was transported to a field of lush grass. the wind churned against his cheeks, memories of unknown voices perished in the lake of fire sounded famished, a hunger desolate clinging and contracting against the lushness of the earth’s seeping soil.      [damn it.]       he took a sharp breath, willing himself to return to the present, and turned his head to the sound of her voice. there was something about her. the way her tongue formed words, and knowledge seemed to sit so brittle and craftily against the ridges of her mind. he wanted to pry at that sake, that treasure trove, and find all the secrets she kept buried.       disgusted with himself by the vastness of his interest, there was hardly an expression made, not even a sickle of a micro twitch lingered on his face. caine strained his hearing, focusing on the background movement, on the scent raised by sheer micro movements when she shifted.      for a moment, he was paralyzed by an agonizing intrigue, ’twas perhaps the defect of obsession pushing him to the edge. ⋆          tell me then, what do you /know/?   ❛  he murmured with a creed of softness, a low baritone of grating thick accent, and he added, ⋆      for a witch, you seem to possess quite an unhealthy appetite for power. what could you possibly gain from a dark angel if not death, marked in blood, sentencing you to that same fiery pit, huh?         consider me..  well, both intrigued and /impressed./

@hellslyrics    ( … )     [      the   rain’s   rhythm   was   a   soft   percussion   against   the   stone,   but   seraphina   heard   something   else   beneath   it — something   older,   something   that   had   followed   her   long   before   she   ever   stepped   foot   in   the   crumbling   castle.   blood   witches   always   heard   more   than   they   wished   to.   she   did   not   look   at   him   at   first.   instead,   she   let   her   gaze   rest   on   the   window,   where   the   storm   blurred   the   world   into   streaks   of   silver.  only   when   the   tapping   of   his   cane   stilled   did   she   speak.     ]     enough.     [      she   murmured   simply,   voice   low,   threaded   with   a   knowledge   that   was   never   meant   to   be   gentle.    ]     more   than   most.   not   as   much   as   those   who’ve   burned   in   it.     [     the   witch   finally   turned   toward   him,   and   the   air   shifted.   sera   had   that   effect — an   unsettling   blend   of   serenity   and   danger,   as   though   she   carried   a   thousand   unspoken   warnings   in   the   quiet   set   of   her   shoulders.   her   eyes, emerald,   studied   him   with   a   patience   that   bordered   on   predatory   curiosity.      ]     why   do   / you /   ask   about   it ?

@hellslyrics   ( … )      I   didn’t   have   much   of   a   choice,   did   I ?     [      the   cavern   breathed   around   them — slow,   damp   exhalations   from   the   stone   itself,   as   if   the   earth   were   waiting   for   her   decision   just   as   intently   as   he   was.   the   sigils   carved   into   the   floor   pulsed   with   a   heartbeat   that   wasn’t   hers,   a   deep   red   glow   that   seemed   to   tug   at   the   blood   in   her   veins.   it   recognised   her.   it   wanted   her.   her   fingers   hovered   over   the   obsidian   bowl   carved   into   the   altar,   the   surface   trembling   with   the   pulse   of   the   blood   magic   she’d   awakened.   even   the   shadows   seemed   to   lean   in,   waiting.   this   wasn’t   like   the   rituals   she   had   done   before.     ]     only   a   blood   witch   can   open   the   entrance.   you   know   this.   that   is   why   you   asked   for   my   help,   yes ?   

[ 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 &.    ngl,    same here.      i think it’s time to hibernate for the time being until the delelu to write returns with a consuming hunger. 

@wolfskin   /    sorry kal, I’ve only just seen this!   ditto, my muse is dead too ): I’m sorryyyy. my writing it very sporadic atm tbh. there is absolutely no pressure to drop things for me if you have no muse ! once we both have some, then we can most definitely interact !    < 33 

/  ill still get the drops i owe you.   my bad for the lateness.