do you believe in magic?

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[gettingthechutzpah]

[vilschoenheits]

[charmednspellbound-blog]

remixecl:

     “iced coffee is nasty,”  esen complains to leona, rolling himself up to the table of his choice–the same one as always, near a window, before he pulls out some hand sanitiser to clean his hands with.  

     then he’s taking the pastry from leona, practically drooling already from how delicious it looks && smells.  “i mean, who wants cold coffee?  coffee is meant to be hot, so it wakes you up, you know?”  

     esen tears into the cinnamon bun, proceeding to say–with his mouth full now– “I’M SO SORRY that you’re roasting, though.”

She’s not going to reveal the fact that she, herself, has indulged in iced coffee on more than one occasion, and-- the horror!-- actually enjoyed it. His friendship is precious to her, after all; she can’t afford to lose him to a cold caffeinated beverage that was likely never meant to be served in such a way in the first place. What a disgrace she is.

It’s better to focus on how enthusiastic Esen is toward the cinnamon bun she’d presented him, anyway. Seeing others enjoy her baking is what makes all of her suffering in the hellish heat of that kitchen worth it, after all.

“Eugh-- chew and swallow before speaking, please.” Her disgust is hardly convincing, however, what with how she’s fighting back laughter. “More importantly than the iced coffee crisis-- how are things looking on the romance fronts, hm?” 

[charmednspellbound-blog]

beastlycurse:

“I wouldn’t mind it.” He offered a humble tone to his voice. He had nothing better to do, and honestly she seemed to know her way around a good cupcake. Adam had lived alone for so long, he wouldn’t mind having her company. Among the idea of her company, also led to the thought of abandonment. He knew very little of her, but, that didn’t change his heart of doubt. Scowling, he shook the thought away and returned his gaze to the young woman.    “I really wouldn’t mind being the taste tester. If, it was your food that is.”

“Of course it’ll be my food!” Leona looks scandalized at the mere suggestion that she might serve him someone else’s cooking under her own name. She takes great pride in her baking, after all.

It’s one of few things that she can manage to do properly.

“My pride as a baker is on the line here, you see. Now that I’ve managed to impress you with a cupcake, I’m going to have to work harder to ensure that you aren’t disappointed in the future.”

“Oh-- I nearly forgot to introduce myself! I’m Leona. I won’t tell you my last name because you seem like the kind of guy that would try and call me ‘Miss’, and I can’t have that. I’m too young for that level of formality.”

[vilschoenheits]

[charmednspellbound-blog]

beastlycurse:

Adam listened carefully to her eagerness to know his thoughts on her cake. He found it refreshing to see such excitement in a person. A woman, no less. Carefully, his fingers peeled away the short wrapping, the cake was so gently held in, and took a bite.

For most of his life, he lived inside palace walls of fancy clothes and dishes he could never pronounce. Yet, here he stood, tasting something even the talented chefs back at home couldn’t replicate. Adam smiled, as best as he could anyway, and gently answered her. “It was sweet, but not too sweet. Moist, with a nice balance of bitterness as well. The icing however, is my favorite part I must confess.” He could probably eat a bowl of just the icing. “It’s creamy, and smooth. Easy to swallow compared to some frosting I’ve had.” He offered a nod to replace a too difficult to achieve smile. “It was fantastic, thank you.”

Leona’s gaze is absolutely riveted upon the stranger’s visage, with wonderment clearly evident in her emerald eyes. To think that he would have such a refined palette-- more importantly, for him to offer such thorough criticism without her even having to ask for it-- it’s remarkable! Why, she’s feeling rather gleeful now. 

And a smidgen embarrassed.

"I’m really glad to hear that...I have so many recipes that I’ve yet to try, because they’re somewhat experimental, you see. I’m always in need of willing taste testers-- though I certainly wouldn’t expect you to volunteer for something like that--”

Oh no she’s flustered now.

[charmednspellbound-blog]

“You’re quite welcome!”

Peridot irises glimmer with excitement, and perhaps the slightest glint of anticipation, as Leona waits none-too-patiently for the man to actually take a bite of the treat. Oh, but if her grandmother (god rest her soul) could see her now! Surely she would get  a ruler across the backs of her hands for pressuring the poor man, even subconsciously.

After a prolonged pause, the girl averts her gaze reluctantly, as if only just now recalling her manners. “I’d like to hear your opinion on the flavor, if it’s not too much trouble.” She’d really like to get his opinion on the texture of the cake as well as the frosting, too, not to mention the consistency-- but flavor will be enough for now.

@beastlycurse​

[jm-kawaii-anime]

[yami-murasaki]

[charmednspellbound-blog]

Used to it? That’s an odd thing to allow oneself to grow accustomed to. Then again, this is an enemy she’s currently facing-- his well being is of little concern to her. At least, it should be. But the scientist within her is always lurking just beneath the surface (no amount of exorcist training can rid her of her past), and curiosity is a helluva drug. 

She wants to know what makes the Noah so different from other humans.

“And if they had been exorcists? Would that offer you more motivation to retaliate?” 

@thenoahfamily

[charmednspellbound-blog]

guaritrice:

“Yes, that’s right.” 

Her gaze is warm, and her smile is even more so. She is typically naive to the other’s nervousness, leaning close to give her fullest attention.

“Was there something I could help with, dear?” Eyes drop curiously to the book in her grasp.

With her heart pounding out such an erratic drum beat, Leona has to wonder if this gentle woman can hear it. As a nurse, perhaps she would know of a remedy? If there is a remedy for embarrassment.

“How...How does it feel to be useful to others? Helping people get well-- that’s such an admirable thing to do.”

[charmednspellbound-blog]

give this post a ❤ for a starter! 

[platonicrpmemes]

Send “Gotcha!” to hit my muse with a snowball.

Or “That hurt!” for mine to hit yours

[vhsmeme]

* hurt prompts

‘ are you bleeding? ’

‘ take it easy. you hit your head. ’

‘ where does it hurt? ’ 

‘ sit still and let me take a look! ’

‘ how did you get that black eye? ’ 

‘ you should see the other guy. ’ 

‘ did i say you could get out of bed? ’

‘ that’s going to leave a bruise. ’

‘ i’ll get some ice. ’ 

‘ that’s what you get for picking fights. ’

‘ are you trying to give me a heart attack? ’

‘ what’s wrong with you? ’

‘ you can barely stand. ’

‘ did you throw the first punch? ’

‘ that’s a nasty bump. ’

‘ get in the car. you’re going to the hospital. ’

‘ at least bandage it. ’ 

‘ no, you’ll get an infection. ’ 

‘ wet floor signs are there for a reason, you know. ’

‘ you’re lucky. that icicle could’ve killed you. ’

‘ where’s your gratitude? i rescued you! ’

‘ i’m calling the nurse. ’

‘ was that stupid dare worth it? ’

‘ what happened to you? ’

‘ sit down. i’ll make some hot chocolate and fix you right up. ’

‘ are those bandages? ’

‘ you need stitches. ’

‘ look out for that tree branch. ’

‘ i’ve got you. just stay awake. can you do that for me? ’

‘ lean on me. ’

‘ you got two choices: let me carry you, or die out here. take your pick. ’

‘ shit, you’re burning up. ’  

‘ you’re not dying. it’s only a sprained ankle. ’

‘ lie down. ’

‘ i’m sorry. i know it hurts. here, hold my hand. ’

‘ you’re in no condition to be walking around. ’

‘ wake up! wake up! ’

‘ i don’t feel sorry for you. ’

‘ look at your face! ’

[charmednspellbound-blog]

remixecl:

     “it’s for here today,”  says esen as he rolls himself to the register to pay.  “i’m early for work today, so i figured i may as well ENJOY my breakfast, instead of eating it right outside the library.”  he laughs sheepishly, putting the money on the counter.  

     “how are you, this unusually warm winter day?”

“Ooo, so I get the pleasure of your company, and your money today? It’s like Christmas came early. Er. Late? Either way--” she grabs her trusty metal tongs and procures him a freshly made cinnamon bun; one of the bigger of the bunch, with plenty of gooey icing drizzled all over the rolled pastry. “it’s a pleasure doing business with you.”

The treat is placed on a cute china plate, and Leona wastes no time in rounding the counter to walk alongside Esen to whichever table he chooses. 

“Well, I’m roasting in the kitchen, as per usual, and the girls are complaining that we’ve received so many iced coffee drink orders.” 

[charmednspellbound-blog]

hellthought:

     “ah–i know that people who work for tip money need to flip tables, && I’VE BEEN SITTING HERE FOR AN AWFULLY LONG TIME.”  she says, before she shakes her head,  “i–i couldn’t, really–i shouldn’t be eating so much sugar anyways.  i appreciate the offer, though.”

     allen rubs at her temples for a moment, feeling slightly sick to her stomach now.

     “it’s not their fault.  it’s not every day you see a teenaged girl with white hair && a prosthetic arm just sitting && drinking as much water as humanly possible.”

“Pardon me for asking, but-- when was the last time you ate something?” Leona’s peridot gaze is sharp; lying to her won’t be easy. 

“It’s still rude to talk about someone without even taking a moment to try and get to know them! So what if you have white hair and a prosthetic arm? Those don’t define you, do they?” 

Ah...She’s letting her temper go uncontrolled. Not good. A faint flush of embarrassment rises to her cheeks now. “Anyway-- my name’s Leona, and I’m the baker here. I don’t want to force the cake down your throat by any means, but you’ll at least consider it, right? If not now, then take it with you whenever you leave, so you can tell me whether or not you liked it next time you visit.” 

[charmednspellbound-blog]

remixecl:

     esen wheels himself into the bakery with a smile on his face.  “good morning, leona.  it’s so nice to see you today.”  he calls back to the young woman behind the counter.  it always takes esen a moment to get inside; he’s not the best with his wheelchair yet, this obviously being a new adjustment for him.

     “the usual, please.”  a cinnamon bun && a bottle of water, the same thing as every morning.

@charmednspellbound

“G’morning, Esen!” The redhead chirps cheerily in reply. Though, her smile isn’t quite as bright as it should be-- how can she offer him a blinding smile after watching him struggle to get inside the cafe in the first place? If only he would allow her to help...But she understands why he’s determined to be independent, so she doesn’t press.

“Will that be for here, or to go?”