holding me down;

[alistvirs]

shvnc:

It had been a slow night. The majority of the Woodshade residents had chosen to spent their evening elsewhere, besides Shane, who’d been coax into working a double, and the faceless drunk at the end of the bar, who’d been sipping away since the afternoon. The tired huntress longed to be anywhere else, yet, time seemed to pass slower and slower each time she took a glance at the clock. Shane doesn’t even bother to pick up her head when the front door chimes, her attention is kept on drying the scotch glasses. ❝We close in five,❞ she declares to the patron, ❝So, make it quick.❞

     alistair wasn’t sure what tempted him to come and see shane, but something in him pulled him to the bar. he smiled as she talked, even though he figured her tone would change once she learned who had walked through the doors. “do i have to make it quick? i usually like taking my time.”

[alistvirs]

will you go star gazing with me?

     “anytime, darling. i love stargazing.”

[alistvirs]

What's the most difficult spell/ritual you've ever done, what did it do, and why did you do it?

     “i feel like you’re trying to get me in trouble, here! i think the most difficult thing i’ve done was creating a teleportation door to a friend’s house. at first it just led to random places, or things were getting lost in... well, we don’t really know where they ended up. i did it because they lived very far away and i wanted to see if i could do it.”

[alistvirs]

[nathanbrake-deactivated20191215]

[chlorph]

the bibliophile

“You can never get a cup of tea large enough or a book long enough to suit me.”  ― C.S. Lewis

[ohbeauregard]

[alistvirs]

ihvnger:

“ and to think — you could do it quietly. ”  heavy books sit in various stacks at their table, mostly biblical and historical texts. words they’re already familiar with that need to be read again. what else is there to do, after all? a demon they need to kill, they can’t. souls they need to save, they can’t. a daughter they need to raise—they can’t even do THAT. pinching their brow, lailah folds a tome closed and pushes it aside.  “ hopeless, ”  they groan to themselves. then, louder,  “ can’t even find a moment’s peace in this forsaken town. ”

     “you do know we don’t have to be quiet every time we’re around books, right?” alistair pointed out, a little annoyed. he didn’t really like being told what to do. “if you want some peace and quiet, try a graveyard. those tend to be pretty solemn. or, you know - your house.” he gave her a cocky grin.

[alistvirs]

glossedamber:

She raised a hand and dragged her fingers through her perfectly tamed hair. As much as she wanted to argue, and she really did, a part of her knew he was right. With the twist of her fingers, the tchotchkes she had accidentally broken earlier started to mend. A vision filled her head, darkness and smoke enveloping her focus and choking it out. A crystal shot off the shelf and smashed onto the floor. She looked at the boy, a brow arched as if to say see what you made me do. She quickly forgot about what she had been trying to do and turned her attention on the trinket in the boys hand. A rare smile graces her features, lighting up the smoke that was often behind her eyes. “That is one of a kind.  the humans that come in here often get very frustrated with this because they think it’s broken, but in reality it needs a certain kind of magic to make it open.”  She crossed over to him, flipping the small wooden box in his hands over, pointing to the small intricately carved runes in the base. “Look here, Thurisaz. It needs a touch of love.” Her fingers hovered over the runes as a little bit of magic left her. The box clicked open in appreciation. “Simple but effective at keeping more people out. Who is ever going to think to love at a box?”

     alistair raised an eyebrow while he watched the girl work. she seemed talented enough, with just a few concentration setbacks. she’d get there, given time - alistair knew that for a fact. “not surprising. humans often get upset when something doesn’t go their way.” he didn’t have anything against humans, but he did find t hat some of the things they did were idiotic. like getting mad when a box didn’t open. he watched as the girl made the box open, a smile on his face. “so if i bought this and someone stole what was in it, i’d only have you to blame, right?” he teased. “i think i’ll take this, miss...?” he waited to see if she would give him her name. 

[alistvirs]

alistair had two main loves: nature and books. because he’d been spending a lot of his time at his store and out in the woods, he decided to go to the bookstore for a while. although he had an ereader, he loved the smell and feel of a physical book, and loved to just sit down and read in the stores. he found a few books that were on his list and took them to his normal reading corner, plopping down on the couch there. “i always forget that, instead of buying books, i can just... do this.” he said to no one in particular, smiling to himself.

[alistvirs]

glossedamber:

She was at a loss for words. Her eyes floated up and she stared at the ornate, star covered ceiling. Opening up to people was futile, her parents had taught her that but it wasn’t like she was talking to them at the moment. This guy might be the only one who could help her with what she was struggling with. “It was…life.” She said bringing her smokey gaze back down to him. “been like this a few months” She admitted, watching him walk through the store. This place was her little haven, small with a few eclectic knick knacks scattered in with the real witchy items, but it was hers. “take a look. On the backwall we have hand picked sage that was grown not to far from here.”

alistair’s eyes followed her gaze and he smiled a bit at the ceiling. it was a beautiful touch to the decor, that much he could admit easily. “life gets hard. sometimes it gets easy, only to be hard again. you have to focus - don’t let your mind wander.” it was easy when he said it, but much harder in practice - that much he knew. he grabbed something that interested him and turned it around in his hands, inspecting it. “i have quite a bit of sage, to be honest. i was looking at the more unique things you had here - like this.” he smiled and shook the trinket gently.

[alistvirs]

glossedamber:

Amber twisted atop her heels to face the stranger who had walked into her store. This was her place, the only place her parents didn’t have a foothold into in her life. she didn’t owe anyone and explanation on how she ran it. Smoke rose up inside her with his comment about her concentration though. That was something that would not be tolerated. “It wasn’t the door chime that broke my concentration. Not that it’s any of your business.” long, perfectly manicured fingers tapped the glass case in front of her. “What can I do for you? Or are you just here to be a pain in my ass?”

alistair looked around the shop, comparing it to his own. it wasn’t unusual for witches to have their own little stores, but alistair had only recently heard about this girl’s, and he had been curious. “then what was it? you have to know what it was before you can get better.” he waved a hand and made one of the trinkets float to his hand. “i wanted to see your store for myself. is that wrong?” 

[mcrlenemckinnxn-blog]

B A N G.

Amber’s focus slipped. The little bit of magic she had had at her finger tips releasing and shooting across the room shattering a few of the small inconsequential knick knacks her store sold to humans. She cursed at herself as the bell to the front door jingled behind her. “We don’t open for another half hour. Read the sign.” She snapped, ice in her voice.

[alistvirs]

alistair grinned as he let himself into the small store. “then why did you leave the door unlocked? plus, a door chime shouldn’t break your concentration that easily.” 

[lcveaisha-blog]

❛ i don’t suppose you’ve tried the new restaurant in town, have you? the vegetarian one? i’ve been wanting to go, but i haven’t heard much of anything about it !!  ❜ a social creature, aisha was. she did not want to go to eat alone. 

[alistvirs]

“haven’t heard a word, but we should still go check it out. worst case scenario is that the food’s bad.” 

[littlewickedthings]

Into The Light by Mariko Klug

[heartsnmagic]

[alistvirs]

[ genderqueer, he/they ]. did ALISTAIR MONTGOMERY just walk by? the 35/150 year old NATURAL PRACTICING witch is known for their COMPASSIONATE, CONFIDENT and POSSESSIVE, SELFISH behavior in woodshade. that explains why they resemble BEN BARNES. doesn’t WILD FLOWERS, BLOOD RED ROSES, THE NIGHT SKY, & ANCIENT RUINS remind you of them? 

and last (for now) but not least, here’s alistair! or ali for short. they go by he/them pronouns, and honestly doesn’t care which are used as long as they aren’t being teased or made fun of. they’re obsessed with flowers and plants. they are shane’s first love (in case that’s a possible connection!) and, while they were a jealous asshole at the time, they’ve grown a bit since then. a bit, anyway. they’re trying to be a decent person but damn, it’s hard.

hit me up for any plots & connections, or to just talk out what could possibly happen between muses!!