refuse to be refused

. 26 years old familiar . . 3:30 pm

[13xxander-blog]

thread ;; before the lights go down with @13xjingoo​

surprisingly there aren’t many other male familiars, so whenever a new one of them appears at the coven meetings, he instantly makes it his entire business to get to know them. it was no different that day when he came across jingoo, except maybe that for some reason or the other he felt himself drawn to the younger male.

every meeting, he made sure to hang out with the younger, until it came to a point where they were well-acquainted enough to ask for the guy’s number. which, in his opinion, already happened on the second coven meeting, of course. from there on the occasional texts and furthered coven meetings kept them in touch.

at this point in time, he figures there is something between them that could be named a friendship if he was anyone other than the person he is, but has heretofore not been defined at all. still, it’s something more than he has with most people, since he will seek out jingoo occasionally to hang out together.

of course the younger is still studying, and in between that, spending time with his witch and whatever else the male’s got going on, so they don’t see each other all too often. but he enjoys the times when they do, and looks forward to them from the moment they agree on a time and place to meet.

which makes it no big surprise that he’s early for a change, headphones on and hands tucked into the pockets of his faded black jeans. his eyes are closed, face tilted upwards to the sky as he seemingly tries to take in the last of the autumn sun rays. his face is a temporary mask of serenity, until a car honks not too far away and the smooth features automatically crunch up into a frown.

oh how he hates this godforsaken city.

[13xxander-blog]

thread ;; stagnation is the death of creativity with @13xyerin​

the house is still the same. the house never really changes. neither does yerin, neither do the cats. he still pauses a moment in the door opening every time he comes back, though.

perhaps it’s a certain kind of deep-rooted surprise at the fact that she still opens the door for him. even after all these years, even after numerous of his disappearances that he always returns from without explanation, even after all the shitty comments he throws her way without ever once apologising, she opens the door for him and smiles at his presence.

he doesn’t know what it is about that single smile she gives him that makes him feel so warm inside, but it happens without fail. he sets one foot over the threshold, glances up at her face in an almost careless manner and jogs right on like he doesn’t give two shits whether he’s there or not. but he curls up at the fireplace every single time without fail, and he sleeps better than he has in days when he passes out not long after.

and even when he wakes, the warmth still sits in his belly like his own personal little fire, as if it’s simply being close to her that settles his very being into something akin to peace. as if he could never be whole without her.

some days he is truly convinced he couldn’t be.

he doesn’t tell her that, of course, doesn’t tell her anything in those first hours that he spends as a dog, sleeping first and then going around the house to check out what’s changed. usually it takes him a few hours before he shifts again, this time he waits all the way until dinner the next day, needing a little more time to get used to finding himself in the midst of familiarity again.

when eventually he shifts, it’s without a single word about the change in his hair, outfit and general looks, merely walking over to the dining table on two legs like he’s never been gone and nothing has changed, and pulling back a chair to sit himself down.

“please tell me you took some cooking classes while i was gone,” he comments offhandedly as he eyes the stove and the pans she’s been working with, then allows his gaze to wander further upwards and meet with hers, a small smile automatically appearing on his features as he looks at her, warm and filled with emotions he will never speak aloud.

[13xxander-blog]

thread ;; free your mind of fears with @13yoohyeon​

it’s always quiet here, with the wind brushing softly through his hair, surrounded by the green and peacefulness of nature. there is nothing chemical in the air here, nothing man-made and smelling. like a place from long forgotten memory, an echo of a time when he could still curl up underneath a tree and dream away in a part of the world free of humanity’s stain.

only he wasn’t alive in that time. he doesn’t remember a time before even the most remote parts of nature were somehow affected by smog or pollution. and yet here it is, a perfect recreation of such a place, of freedom and peaceful quiet without any rude interruptions, without anything to fear. nature in its purest form.

but of course, the only reason he has nothing to fear is because he’s at the top of the food chain in this place. there is no predator out trying to get him, he is the one deciding what to eat next. he is the one occasionally running off to go on a hunt, to chase his nose to the ends of the forest and back. only there is no end and he can go on forever. such is the luxury of this place, such is the luxury of the width of his imagination.

the thing is, he’s not always alone. sometimes there is a person there with him. there are moments when he scents her on the breeze, other times she steps walks into sight and doesn’t even try to hide her presence. very occasionally she feels like something out of place. but he doesn’t mind her. she has yet to reach out to him in anger or with the intention to destroy, and so he never tries to chase her away. the place is big enough to be shared those few times she’s around.

she is back again this time, with her silent thread and seemingly ethereal shape. he knows one can’t dream up faces one has never seen before, so he knows she’s not a figment of his imagination, but he doesn’t know where she’s from then. it doesn’t quite matter to him either, not in this place where he knows he is safe, where the rules of the world bend to his imagination.

so when she appears, he merely lifts his head ever so slightly, gazing at her momentarily to indicate he is aware of her presence, and then putting his head back down on his paws so he can continue his lazy afternoon lounging in the warm sunlight.

[jonginssoo]

ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴍᴇss ᴜᴘ ᴍʏ ᴛᴇᴍᴘᴏ - chanyeol teaser // sign

[13xxander-blog]

solo ;; beneath the surface

he doesn’t do holiday celebrations.

yerin knows this. she’s seen him take off at every single one of them for the last three years, disappearing from sight until every last sign of dressed up children and cosy family outings has disappeared entirely.

he doesn’t do christmas either after all, nor does he enjoy new years - although that one is mostly due to the excessive use of fireworks. he doesn’t do easter either, though, nor birthdays, thanksgiving, whatever other shitty excuse people come up with to spend time together as a family.

he presumes there’s a pattern and that it’s visible to someone who’s known him as long as yerin has. but even she does not know the story of his parents. he knows most people assume he doesn’t have any, that they died or that they gave him up early in life. he doesn’t mind those assumptions, thinks it might even be better if those were the case rather than reality.

after all how many parents have had to deal with their biological child being convinced they were not its true parents? how many couples have had to make use of therapists before their child was ten but finding no signs of mental disease or any intense hallucinations?

no, he doesn’t like things traditionally celebrated within a family setting, nor does he like children. so it’s no surprise that he disappeared a few days beforehand and only returns several days after.

what might be cause for surprise, however, is the new look he sports upon returning. because there’s no saying where he might have gone to find himself an outfit quite like the one he’s wearing, and even less of an indication who he let anywhere near his face and hair with bleach strong enough to turn his black locks into a shade of grey near to white.

the stinging scent still lingers in his nose, but luckily it only plagues him in his human form and he is more than happy to use his four paws to jog around on, leaving everyone around him unawares of what exactly lies underneath.

coming back into the city is always a chore, even if the scents of industry and car exhaust linger in a wide circle around it. nothing truly hits him as badly as taking that first step back into the asphalt streets, feeling as if his fur and skin are instantly dirtied by the stains of civilisation.

boy, does he prefer nature over cities now.

[hanmina13-blog]

Lend Me A Paw

[13xxander-blog]

hanmina13‌:

(...) Now what? Shall she called a shelter? A vet? What would her boss and coworkers even think? Usually she’d seen them raise their voice to stray animals and scare them away. Looking back at the dog, the girl made a small pout, “You keep doing that, handsome, it’ll be all right. You’ll see.”

For goodness sake, being able to talk to animals would definitely come in handy right now.

as the girl speaks more, he keeps up the attitude of paying attention to her while eating, but at the first clap of hands, no matter how softly, he jumps and darts away a few steps, flanks rising and falling quickly with his quickened breathing. it takes a moment of him sniffing the air and taking in the girl moving in now with the plate of water before he calms down a bit again, but he still waits until she’s all the way back near the door before he slowly starts forward again.

he’s all the more hesitant this time, weary of the noise she’d made before and keeping a close eye on every direction someone might come from. this time he sniffs at the water a little bit first, then confidently starts to lap it up. only in his supposed hurry to empty the bowl, he moves a paw and steps right on the edge, toppling the plate over and spilling all the water on the floor.

like any confused dog, he then proceeds to sniff at the water running away over the alleyway stones, trying to lick a bit of it up still but quickly giving up that endeavour, mostly because of the disgusting taste of asphalt on his tongue. he lets out a few little whines as he sniffs around to find where the water had gone, but then quickly hurries back to the bread before that can disappear too.

he grabs another piece and jogs away a few steps with it to eat it. tearing pieces of bread from the slice, he barely chews before swallowing, gobbling down the food like he hasn’t eaten a thing in days, if not weeks. of course nothing is less true, but the girl doesn’t need to know that.

[scrxykrparc]

out of the loop

[13xxander-blog]

13xseulgi‌:

(...) “Sorry about that,” she mumbles, poking around in her phone for a moment. She had absolutely no idea what she was doing, but she swears she put it on silent. “Momo just gave me this phone and I don’t know what she’s done to it.”

it’s always great to watch people’s responses to his comments, to see the way they bristle or chuckle, or even just give him a deadpan look. he enjoys the diversity in people’s reactions, the way one person will completely accept his comments and another will take offence. he doesn’t even really care about the ones that take offence, thinking this more a fault of their own than of his, but it’s still always nicer to come across someone capable of smiling or retorting.

he’s about to receive one of those fiery counters from seulgi, he’s certain, when suddenly her phone starts to go off. the shrill tones suddenly sounding up temporarily cause him to tense up entirely, and he frowns deeply for a second at the shape of the other familiar moving off to the side. the expression clears again when he sees her fumble with her phone, making a face at it that closely resembles mortification.

so he comes to a stop as well, amused little smile now appearing on his features as he gets to listen to the chorus of a song seemingly called ‘what is love’ and watches the way the girl fumbles around with her phone. it becomes clear early on enough that she has no idea what she’s doing, but he doesn’t interrupt her attempts at trying to fix whatever issue she’s got going on.

only after a good five minutes does he take a step closer to her again, trying to look at the screen of her phone to see what she’s trying to do. “do you need help?” is all he says, and it’s probably one of the worst things to say to someone stern like seulgi. the kind of person who doesn’t usually ask for help from another, or even admits to needing help.

but he’s curious to see what her response will be, so he patiently waits for her to reply without even as much as reaching out a hand yet.

[13xxander-blog]

13jvn‌:

(...) “just look at her, it’s obvious,” he continues, sighing, “she has huge feet, man. tried to stomp me to death once. then almost gave my mouth a fungal infection. you know how nasty that is? now just…” he makes a motion for this guy to keep his distance. “don’t touch me, then. stick around as much as you want, i really don’t give a shit, but you’re gonna be bored.” 

“oh you have no idea,” he responds instantly the second the guy tells him he’s going to be bored. isn’t that what he spends about half of his days doing when he has to walk around in human form, after all? there is nothing interesting about forced conversations and carefully crafted behaviour. what is there to a human life when he could just as well be out and about in the forest, following interesting trails or chasing down a few rabbits all the way to their holes?

no, boredom is not a stranger to him, nor is he particularly unaccustomed to its touches. that doesn’t mean he enjoys it even in the slightest, or that he tries to seek it out. eyes scanning the room one more time, he then looks over at the male to his side once more, a small smile appearing on his lips.

“i’m going to be bored anyway, so i’d rather do it standing next to someone goodlooking.” he keeps the eye contact lasting a moment longer, that split second too long that usually starts people wondering whether he’s just giving an actual compliment or whether he’s flirting, then folds his arms in front of his chest and shifts ever so slightly more away from the other, as if to indicate he won’t do any touching.

“are they nice?” he questions after a moment, gaze taking in all the witches and their present familiars once more. “as in... is it alright to stay here wasting oxygen or should i get out before it’s too late and pretend i never heard of the word coven ever before in my life no matter how often yerin tries to repeat it to me?”

[13xdami-deactivated20181118]

Alarms and early mornings | Xander x Dami

[13xxander-blog]

13xdami‌:

(...) “I did,” she’s flattered that he’s worried about her sleeping pattern, but doesn’t bother him with the truth about returning dreams that hunt her. “How are you? What are you up to lately?”

the fact that the girl tries to soothe his worries that she might disappear on him makes him smile a little wider. little does she know that people come and go all the time. even littler does she know that he could pick her scent out from a crowd by now and that he has even sniffed around for it in the previous weeks, finding a trail of it somewhere between where he presumes she must live and where her school is. he hadn’t stalked her down, but had simply been content knowing she was still alive and well somewhere within the city. as far as anyone living in a city could be well, of course.

head tilting to the side, he temporarily glances past the rayon he’s in to where the girl stands behind the counter arranging sweets. raising his eyebrows lightly as he catches her gaze, he flashes her one of his more charming grins. “wouldn’t you like to know?” the question rolls off his lips automatically, a clear teasing note in his voice, but he disappears right back into another aisle before she even has the time to respond.

there’s no saying whether he is this way with everyone or just with her, mostly because she’s never seen him interact with anyone other than her. he tends to find his way into the store when there’s no one around every single time, and disappears right before someone comes in. this is, of course, excluding the zombie people who walk in just to get a cup of coffee, hardly say a word and then walk themselves back out. they don’t count, since they don’t stick around long enough to even warrant any type of conversation.

as he steps into the aisle where he can find all the good snacks usually, his attention is temporarily off the girl as his eyes wander over the treats, looking for whatever he is going to enjoy again today. it takes him a full five minutes of looking before he blows up his cheeks and then lets out a bit of a sigh.

“i don’t know what to get today. come help me out, would you?” he calls out a moment later, lifting his head and straightening up so he can look at the cashier over the top of the shelves. 

[13xyerin-deactivated20181117]

a typical morning

[13xxander-blog]

13xyerin‌:

(...) The problem is, of course, he knows her well.  And he should know well enough that his comments weren’t going to bother her anymore—not really.  Even if she didn’t like them exactly.  Not to mention Yerin had never really thought about friends too much anyway.  At least not since college.  With her cats fed and her coffee ready, Yerin grabs her mug and takes a sip, finally looking at Xander again.  “Though you’re not entirely wrong.”  She grins, seemingly unaffected and shuffles her way over to the living room.

it’s so easy to goad her, perhaps too easy, and he fills with amusement and a sense of triumph every time she replies to him in the harsher tones of annoyance or the smooth softness of pretend carelessness. in fact, he probably fills with happiness and warmth every time she opens her mouth to speak no matter what the words are that come out, but those are things he won’t admit even in the darkest and coldest of nights.

he eats his breakfast in the silence that follows, never quite having lost the tendency to shovel food into his mouth like it’s going to disappear if he doesn’t eat it in exactly ten minutes flat. there’s something to be said about his body’s capacity to intake such amounts of food in such a short time and not give out on him within the next hour, but then there is something to be said for plenty of his body’s capabilities, most of them not listed on a normal person’s quirk list.

when yerin speaks again, he’s in the middle of nudging his empty plate away from himself, and his gaze flicks up to her face for a second, catching the grin right before she moves out of the kitchen. he gets up instantly, moving to put his plate in the sink - he’s learned, over time, not to leave it on the table for her to clear up, although dishes are still a foreign concept to him.

following after her, he sneaks after her with barely audible steps. of course there is something to be said about the other things she might notice, as well as her magical capabilities, but he still likes to try sneaking up on her. only this time it’s not to scare her, but to slip his arms around her middle, rest his chin on her shoulder and pull her into a short but tight hug.

“well, you have me,” he tells her, voice low, tone something that could be confused with teasing, but he doesn’t let out an actual laugh, and instead shifts right down into paws and muzzle as he lets go. he jogs over to the fireplace to curl up in his usual spot, only to put his nose under his tail and then look up at her from where he’s lying with an innocent look on his carefully crafted puppy face.

[sehunicorne]

[13xdami-deactivated20181118]

Alarms and early mornings | Xander x Dami

[13xxander-blog]

13xdami‌:

(...) “Good morning, Xander-shi,” she greets the regular customer as she walks back to the counter.

mornings are the more bearable times of day. early, early mornings when most people still reside in slumber and don’t crowd the streets beyond their naturally given capacity. mornings are also coincidentally right after his sleeping time, which means his mornings are the most headache-free times of the day as well. and he likes to keep it that way for as long as he can manage, as far as he has a say in any of it.

which is why it’s always early in the morning that he walks out of the door and goes to look for a thing or two to eat or something interesting to see. sure, yerin makes him plenty of good food so he doesn’t actually have to go buy anything, but he’s a sweet tooth and life is only half as good if you’re not enjoying the occasional treat or bit of junk food.

that he gobbles down a small shopping bag full of them almost every day is a detail. he runs around more than enough to make up for it, after all - as his body shape proves.

when he pushes open the door of the little store where he usually does his morning shopping, the grin on his face is still bright and the greeting rolls off his lips easily, voice a lot more enthusiastic than it is on any other time of the day or with any other person. except, perhaps, when he’s talking to yerin herself, because his witch always brightens the days a little extra. those few times she’s not being a total pain in the ass, at least.

the response to his greeting comes almost instantly, and he is glad to hear it voiced in the higher tones of the girl that works here, rather than the other employees he’s seen the past couple of times he’d come around. eyes instantly fixing on her face as she appears from behind a row of shelves, he gives her a small nod and starts on his usual round through the store, to figure out what he’ll be bringing with him this time around.

“haven’t seen you in a while,” he says, and the lack of formality is grotesque in comparison to her polite words. but he doesn’t do formal, always pretends like he has never learned the proper korean for that, and ever so ready to blame yerin in case someone accuses him of not studying hard enough. ‘she didn’t teach me,’ he’d say, still in the most informal of wordings. perhaps the only person he uses formalities with is yerin’s grandmother. and even then not always.

“you slept well?” his voice rings clear through the store because it’s not too big and there’s no one else around anyway. he doesn’t look up from his search as he speaks, though, occasionally picking something from the shelves and dropping it in his basket.

[13xxander-blog]

13kana‌:

all the money in all the world | @13xxander

(...) but this ought to be a lesson for her, if anything, to strengthen the wardings on her personal property a bit stronger, bind them tighter to herself, discourage anyone from even so much as think of touching it. for now however, all she can do is close her eyes, let her focus shift inward, reaching deep, deep, deep down inside herself, where the darkness coils and writhes, and breathe the words “come to me,” into the empty air, initiating the spell already pre-cast on the wallet, awakening it’s sensibility and force whoever happens to have hold of it straight to her front door.

in the meantime, she decides to put on a pot of tea.

it’s not every day that he strolls around the city and finds himself something to do that doesn’t automatically induce a major headache. it’s also not every day that even the start of a minor headache doesn’t instantly make him retreat back to his usual places, to try and retain some sort of alright composure for the rest of the day. so with fortune shining on him, he slowly makes his way in between people’s legs. most of them get out of the way, considering he’s not a small dog, but it also means more of them notice him and would look for someone he’s with - and if he’s with no one, perhaps even call some authorities to catch him.

today he doesn’t quite mind the risk, because he knows he can easily slip away from those people anyway. all it takes is finding a place where they can’t see him shift, and then pretend he’s never even seen the likes of a ‘big dog wandering around on its own.’ it works every time, and he quietly enjoys the looks of confusion and intrigue that usually settle on the people’s faces. regular humans can be so easy to baffle, honestly.

his daytime stroll continues on for a while. he finds some food here and there that can be eaten without killing him, warns a few children away from petting him with some well aimed growls and even gets to take a nap for a little under an hour on a nicely sun-heated set of stones.

eventually it’s a sense of adventure that pulls him into movement again, paws taking him through the streets once more, slipping between people’s legs in the marketplace while simultaneously getting a look at the wares for sale.

and then, as if by wonder, fortune shines on him again that day, in the form of a wallet that is just lying there on the side of one of the market stalls. he glances around first to see if there’s anyone nearby who the wallet belongs to, but nobody seems to be near it, nor is anyone searching for their stuff. which means the person who accidentally left it is probably long gone and it won’t hurt for xander to go through the things contents, earn some free money and maybe later on deliver it to whoever the wallet belongs to’s doorstep.

the movement is practised, a quick reach, teeth gently digging into the fabric of his ‘prey’ and then snatching it away. nobody squeaks in surprise at his action, which means truly nobody was paying attention to the thing, and so he happily jogs off with it to find a place where he can take a look at whoever is so uninterested in their own stuff.

the thing is... people’s stuff doesn’t usually give a sudden spasm in his mouth as he’s jogging the streets with it. people’s stuff also doesn’t usually let out a threatening sort of growl. and when the wallet in his mouth ends up starting to wriggle to try and regain its way to freedom, he opens his mouth and drops it on the ground in shock. looking down at his acquired bounty, he is faced with the sight of a gremlin sort-of creature that he has never before encountered in his life, but before he can look closer to see exactly what he’s got himself involved with, the little thing scurries off.

at first alarmed, then unbelievably intrigued, it takes him only a split second to shoot off after it. people are forgotten on his wild chase as he shoots between their legs, jumps over their bags or even barely misses them as he rushes by. the little wallet-creature goes unnoticed by most, but he obviously doesn’t. it doesn’t matter, though, as his entire focus is on the chase.

he manages to snag up the little creature again a few blocks from where he’d dropped it the first time, only it never stops wriggling and trying to get away. shaking his head, he tries to subdue it a little, but every time he dares put it down, off it goes again, leaving him no time to further inspect its peculiar making and unfamiliar scent. after a while he gets tired of the chase, so he decides not to put the thing down anymore. even then, however, he keeps having to struggle to keep the thing with him and somehow, no matter how set he is on taking it with him to where he currently has his den, he keeps going in the entirely opposite direction, until eventually a wild spasm of the thing in his mouth causes him to slam into a house door, after which the peculiar little monster quite suddenly goes limp.

a little dazed and confused, he stays in place longer than he normally would have after bumping into someone’s door, his ears perked forward as he tries to look down his nose at what he’s still holding in his mouth. and even now, he refuses to put it down, almost certain that this is just another trick the little gremlin is trying to use to get away from him again.

[scrxykrparc]

out of the loop

[13xxander-blog]

13xseulgi‌:

She’s not quite sure how she ended up in this situation, but somehow she’s taking a walk with Xander on a well known trail and they’re just… hanging out. At least, she thinks they are. It helps that he seems to like to talk because the awkward air does not linger, but on the other hand, Seulgi doesn’t really know how to socialise like he seems to be able to.

And somehow, she doesn’t mind as much as she thought she would.

The coven meeting finished early today, thankfully. The sun was high in the sky, accompanied by a cool breeze and she made a face. Autumn was well in full swing and that meant shorter days, cooler nights and she was probably going to have to bring that second blanket out soon. Sighing, she presses her hands further into the pockets of her leather jacket, taking in the scenery and fresh air. At least the leaves looked nice during fall. “You don’t need to be with Yerin today?” She asks, making an attempt at a conversation. Since she’s here, she may as well try.

it’s not always that xander finds himself walking the nature trails with a person by his side, but when he does, he tends to make use of the situation to both enjoy the nature as keep up an ongoing conversation with whoever’s with him. he’s long stopped going on walks with yerin, considering he sees more than enough of her at home and during their coven-related business, but it still surprises him to have found the usually so stern and not very social-seeming seulgi by his side. still, he’s not one to complain about company unless it truly sucks.

when the words sound up in the silence, xander glances over to his side, eyes fixing on the girl walking a little less tall than him, and he takes in the sight of her, with her hands tucked deeply into the pockets of her leather jacket and her chin pulled in as if afraid to feel the breeze being a little colder than usual today. he smiles in amusement, then thinks back to the question asked.

“when do i ever need to be with yerin?” he retorts, but even though his words may seem scolding, his tone of voice is anything but. there’s even an amused ring to it that gives all of his words a more playful note. “admittedly she is hard pressed to survive a day without me, but i’ve been teaching her well for quite some time now, so i’m pretty sure she’ll be fine. and if not; she’s got my number.” he grins easily at the girl to his side, then temporarily tilts his head to breathe in the outside air.

there’s plenty of scents on the breeze that he takes a moment to distinguish and identify before his attention returns to the person with him. “besides, i always take walks like this. it’s your presence here that is really a matter of surprise and should be inquired about. did you pee in bed and didn’t want to go home and have to clean it up yet? or is there another reason that i was graced with your presence today?”

[hanmina13-blog]

Lend Me A Paw

[13xxander-blog]

hanmina13‌:

(...) “Here little…big one.” Mina had placed the plate of water, and bread in front of the canine, of course in order not to scare him away she stepped away a little bit. Although she wouldn’t move until she’d made sure it had at least drank some water. She would clean thoroughly them later on. “It’s all right.“

the city is a mess. the city is not a place he likes to be. the noises are too loud, the scents too pungent and if he ever comes face to face with whoever decided to invent cities, he certainly has a truckload of questions for that person.

there is one thing, however, that makes cities a little better than the wild, and that is the willingness of certain city dwellers to treat the stray animals they encounter to some of the spoils of their kitchens.

it’s no surprise, therefore, that he has long mastered the art of cuteness, bringing out all the best sides of himself whenever there’s a willing audience to watch. and it never goes unrewarded, either, as he is usually granted a nice piece of bacon or a saussage or something of the sort.

so, too, does he go about his meeting with this particular human specimen. the girl comes out of her place of work with the trash bags, and he stands badly hidden to the side, as if waiting for her to leave so he could dig through the trash, but too hungry to stay far enough away to go unnoticed.

it works like a charm almost every time, and so again this time when the girl speaks to him, tells him to wait a little bit. he, of course, doesn’t listen, just like no actual dog would because they wouldn’t understand her. scurrying over to the trash bags the moment she’s gone, he sniffs at and between them, cursing these foul humans and their disgusting trash, then almost flees the second she comes back out.

but there is a plate of bread and a bit of water put down on the street, the words spoken are soft and he hesitantly takes a step back in the girl’s direction, tip of his tail starting to wag ever so slightly, as if hopeful about being able to trust her but still a little uncertain if he could.

then, he lets hunger win over hesitance, sniffing the air a few more times before suddenly darting forward. he snatches a piece of bread off the plate, then takes a few steps away, where he starts gobbling it down like he’s starving, all the while keeping an eye on the girl to make sure she’s not going to try and grab him.

[13xxander-blog]

13jvn‌:

(...) “the women here would think it’s polite to call them by their names. unless it’s momo, then feel free to call her bigfoot,” he corrects, arms still crossed, body language still crossed off, still eager to escape. “i’m tied to alice,” he replies, hiding little of his disdain for it. there’s an unspoken unfortunately that’s supposed to follow, but he just sighs. “look, you seem like someone who’d get along with….not me. so. go. away.”

xander’s eyebrows raise slightly at the response the other guy gives him considering the witches, having no clue who exactly momo is but presuming that if he starts calling her bigfoot he will be siding with this guy somehow. which, honestly, he doesn’t quite feel like doing considering the guy’s rude behaviour. it’s very obvious that he doesn’t really give two flying fucks about xander’s existence, and he’s not entirely sure if the guy cares about anything else much.

then again, there has to be something keeping him in the coven, and it clearly isn’t his own witch because the way that name rolls off his lips is bitter and filled with his dislike of the situation.

then, however, the guy speaks the magical words that make xander instantly brighten in demeanour once more and the happiest and friendliest of smiles appears on his features at the end of jun’s sentence, eyes temporarily gliding over his companion’s expression, as if taking in every last detail of it.

“how fortunate that you inform me of that most unpleasant fact. i was unaware that you lacked the proper amount of friends,” he replies instantly, voice shifting into something jovial and cool at the same time. “but since you’ve asked so nicely, i will certainly do you the pleasure of sticking around.” he gives a small nod of his head, but does not try to touch the other again, instead just moving to stand next to jun.

“so, is there any other interesting news you can divulge to me about these women? perhaps the reason why that one is called bigfoot? her feet don’t look that huge. i would say average size..”

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