Astral Walker

22| Registered Nurse High Warlock Exclusive [SPELLBROOKE] Account

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enzofierro:

Dark eyes could only watched as the flames licked at the wood of the home he had scorched, smirk teasing his lips as he knew that soon the young warlock inside would awaken. Oh, how he couldn’t wait to go in and save the day and have the young male owe him. Despite his young age, he was clearly powerful and, as a warlock not tied to the main families, that was certainly an anomaly. And, really, how could Enzo not take advantage of such power? That was why the male stood there, watching as the flames reflected an orange hue in his eyes.

It had to be well after midnight. He was already well into his deep sleep. And he hadn’t received his night phantom. Needless to say, he had peace for one of the few nights amongst the recent turn of events. He kept coughing. He inhaled a decent amount of burning debris and what he assumed to be just the heat kicking on. By the time he had been awakened by the choking, smoke had all but consumed the majority of the room. Fire licked from the entry and consumed most of the wall. He panicked, tumbling out of his bed and to the floor in a scurry. “No. NO!” He screamed, coughing the residual gaseous toxin from his lungs. His eyes teared, reddened from the irritants in the air. The flames spread and as he opened his palms, he pulled from the Astra and tried to cloak the room but the walls began to cave. He was struggling to maintain focus and consciousness. He cried. He couldn’t die. Not like this. And he was struggling. The channeling was weak as he wheezed. He placed one hand on his chest trying to regain but he felt himself slowly fall forward. “Help~” He called, shouting as loud as he could. 

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magic-austin:

The boys sudden explosion of excitement at the mere mention of the Cromwells caught Austin by surprise. He arched a brow at the enthusiasm, seeing as how he certainly didn’t have the same reaction at the mention of the name.  Still, he instantly knew it would benefit him to have someone with intimate knowledge of the family, and a flare for fashion, to help him out. “What? I mean, technically I am an immigrant. I’m from the United States, and I’m looking to live here,” he admitted. “Salem to be exact. Apparently if I want to live in Spellbrooke, I have to pay my dues.” While it was definitely a blow to his pride, in the long run it would help his family, his brothers, and any future children he had. In his explanation, he had completely missed the joke about his stirring, and all he caught was the boy’s embarrassed blush and sudden interest in anything that wasn’t Austin. “Yeah, they do, but I’m not really the fabric picking type either.” Luckily, he was right in confiding in this one, because he seemed to have an idea for every single man in the Cromwell line. “Wow, you’ve got all of this figured out. Were you a sub for them at some point too?” he chuckled, doubting it, considering how young the boy was. He did, however, take everything the stranger was saying completely to heart, so much so that he chose the fabric that was suggested. “What about Wesley? The oldest? I was thinking something like… black. You know? Since he’es so big and already really noticeable, but not as flashy as his dad. What do you think?”

“Oh, yes.” Daric sing-song. His eyes fluttered upon Austin before drifting softly. Everything he did was a bit free and light. It was as if his timidness was just as strong as the feathery presence he held. Ethereal almost. But he was nothing of the sort. It came from his origins being with the Astra. He smiled at Austin and drifted close to the guy. “I guess so was I. I came from the state’s side when I was 16 and it’s been some of the best life experiences. But everything has difficulties.” He began to think of all the Cromwell’s dimensions. He was going to need a decent amount if he had to pick enough fabric for all. “Nowhere specific. Not that I had a stable home, to begin with.” Daric was more of a cryptic puzzle which very few were interested in. Which is why he was a strange presence in the town. It was also why he clung to the first few to really acknowledge him recently. And that was the Cromwells. “No. I was not. I’ve actually come to just talk to them recently but you can tell a lot about the men just from a conversation.” He nodded, slowly pulling and marking enough fabric that would provide a decent amount for each suit. “Only thing I’d change for Wesley is a very nice ash instead of black. He also has blue eyes. You don’t want to drown them out in the black fabric.” He smiled. “What do you think?” He reverted back to the crimson for Matthew, taking a bit of pride in the selection as he favored that Cromwell most of all. “And what about you? What color will you be getting?”

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magic-austin:

He arched a brow at the boy’s question, “No, not actually a doctor. Just an immigrant,” he shrugged, “I used to be a chef,” he confessed with a half shrug. He caught the strangers look, and he wasn’t quite sure if he had offended him or not. “Sorry, I guess that was a bad joke. You just…” he glanced at the store, “A lot has changed for me since I was in Salem, it’s still hard to get used to.” When the question about the Warlocks he served came up, took in a deep breath, not exactly sure how to describe them without just saying their name. “They’re the Cromwells…” he finally answered, as if that would be description enough. It really should have been. Anyone who knew the Cromwells knew they were incredibly high maintenance, and nobody knew that more than Austin. “I have to buy them fabric for the holidays, Caleb wants outfits made for everyone in the family as a present, I’m the one that’s supposed to go looking for the fabrics. As if I know anything about making clothes,” granted, he knew a lot about fashion and how it should look, but not how it was made.

“I know the Cromwells!” Daric’s excitement soared a moment before he reeled it back in. The guy didn’t know how much he adored that family for all they had done to make the season an interesting and very kind holiday transition for the lone warlock. With one fine sweep of the guy’s features, there was a very strong understanding why he was selected for the family. He could see why he was given intimate tasks. “I really don’t believe you were a imigrant but I can see the chef profession. Wouldn’t mind seeing you stir--.” He looked over. Daric slowly smiled to hide his blurt from spilling out into their conversation. He quickly busied himself. “I’m sure they just want you to pick the fabric. The rest of the work will be done by their family friend who does the garnment making.” He pointed toward the ceiling which held a beautiful pin-stripped coral. “That might make Mister Cromwell...I mean...Caleb’s eyes pop. You know he’ll love that. Or the powder blue.” He smiled. “Or this one.” He pointed to the same fabric he was looking at. “It would match Eirik very well. I’ll just have to pick something else.” He shrugged. There were so many rolls to choose from. “Maybe for the fathers to compliment or match one another and a color to fit each of their personalities.” He bit his bottom lip, drawn to the crimson. “I really like this for Matthew.” 

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luvinloto:

This guy seemed to be the complete the complete obvious of subtle, clearly effected quite a bit by the sight even if he was trying his best to act like it had been nothing at all. “Is that why you’re looking so flustered, hiding your face and your voice sound like you’re barely keeping it together” He countered, keeping a very small distance between them, head tilted and eyebrow raised. “You can run away if you want, I won’t stop you. But wouldn’t you rather say what you’re thinking and see what it might get you rather than running away like that?” He pushed gently, honey coloured eyes lingering as he took just one more step forward so the space between them was minimal. “Well?”

"I. Uhm.” Daric babbled. There wasn’t much for him to say beyond just that. Where he sat and where Loto approached, the small section of the room was being invaded by the swift approach of the male and Daric’s eyes shifted to see if there was something he could use as the distraction. His brain felt like mush as his soft shading began to brighten and fast. He felt sheepish and no matter how much his mind called to abort, he couldn’t. He felt like a deer in headlights which just so happened to be the focus of intent from Loto. “No. I...I shouldn’t. Even if I did.” He’d lie but it was better off that way. Meant he could dodge. He gripped the magazine tighter and slowly raised it to hide. “It’s no reason. I’m just hot. Yes. I’m hot.” 

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luvinloto:

Amusement filled Loto’s face, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d had this much of an effect on someone and he couldn’t deny he was enjoying it. “You sure about that darling? I mean I’m right here if you want to tell me something, I’m all ears” He smirked as he moved in a little closer, eyebrow raised. “Because right now you look like you’re ready to explode if you keep it in any longer.”

One hand covered his mouth to place a barrier between his soft coughs and the guy. It was to also hide any gestures he may have as a reaction to him being so close. Daric shook his head gently as he let his eyes roam toward the ceiling with the drinking of the water from his bottle. “I’ll live.” He spoke softly, voice obviously strained. “I’ll be just fine.” He wasn’t about to compromise anything or give more ammunition for the guy to use against him. “I, ehm, I have to run?” He pointed in the opposite direction. 

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luvinloto:

“You doing alright over there? You’re looking a little…overwhelmed.”

“I’ll be fine..” Clears the rest of his airways, trying to drink something to ease the tightness of his throat. Overwhelmed was an understatement as he hid his flushing.

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Little Shop of Matthew’s

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matthewxcromwell:

Matthew considered himself patient at times, how he would hold his desires until it was time, and though the process may have been a little abrupt, and not quite as smooth as he intended, the flowers were long forgotten and he let the bouquet he was holding to fall on the ground. He wrapped his arms around his waist to pull him as close as he could and just as he imagined, he was warm and firm and his lips, the things he focused more were soft. He quickly deepened it and he pushed the man against the counter where various pots of flowers were sat. His attention was focused on something else, and it was all on the boy. “Let’s take this somewhere.” He pulled the boy up by his thighs, and he wrapped them around his waist and he carried him on the back of the counter. “Fuck, you’re beautiful. I’ve been wanting to do this.” The Cromwell just can’t get enough of the beautiful boy he had gotten his hands on. There he cleared the counter in one go, pencils and various papers scattered on the ground and he laid him down and began ripping on his clothes and his hands reached down for their curvy globes. He squeezed them hard before he ripped his jeans apart, exposing them. He took his own shirt off, ready to claim the thing he desired. “Fucking beautiful.” He grabbed a fistful of his hair and kept his head on an angle so they were facing each other before attacking his lips again and his other hand found its way on his hole which he teased with his fingers.

Daric was taken. Swept into the moment with Matthew that he had long forgotten that they could be seen through the windows that lined the storefront. He was surprised by the sudden force of hands which moved and mowed over the span of the store. He couldn’t tell if he was aroused or not by how fast everything was moving but his body continued to will for more. As if he were somehow highly familiar with the Cromwell son. It was like they’d encounter this sort of thing before but what his body remembered, his mind had no recollection. He exclaimed as he found himself manhandled, trying to grasp the situation at hand. “Matthew,” he called. He tried to draw him out of his frenzy. It was to no avail. Items went flying like some New Year’s confetti and the floor was littered in a mess. Chaos, if you will. His eyes kept reverting to the door as if eyes were peering inside. It was the feeling of air that rushed between his cheeks and the press of his torn jeans which made him snatch his focus from the door back to Matthew. “No.” He whispered, drawing his knees inward as he placed his hands on his chest. The exploring fingers drew him to a gentle peep, trying to will himself away. “We can’t. People.” They’d kiss. He was silenced as he continued to play with his asshole, drawing light gasps as if he was suffocating. He blushed heavily. He pulled back. “We can’t.” He was panting with eyes placed upon the ceiling and his hair still pulled taut. He felt the jeans continue to rip as his legs were suspended and his cock spilled from the crotch. Albeit, what remained. 

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magic-austin:

Just walking in downtown Spellbrooke was quite literally like walking through a winter wonderland. His first year in Spellbrooke, he literally felt like he was Harry Potter experiencing Diagon Alley for the first time. With the Winter Solstice decorations floating and glowing around, it was easy to slip into the holiday spirit. It really was hard to stay focused on the waterfront with everything happening around him. “God,” he grunted to himself as he stepped in front of the fabrics store the Cromwells had sent him off to. “Any chance I could pay someone to do my sub work for me while I go play in the snow?” he teased. “The fuck do I know about buying fabrics for suits anyway?” He wrinkled his nose, “In my country, I was doctor,” he lied in a thick, fake romanian accent. He was an aspiring chef, but same difference. “And now I shop around for silks and cottons for prissy little blond men.” he let out a sigh, not nearly as upset at the situation as he pretended to be. At least he was safe, at least his brothers were safe. “Do you know anything about this kind of stuff?”

“I’m sure you could.” Daric broke the silence as he watched several patrons come and go. With the two of them sharing the space, it was hard not to. He understood what it was like to be ignored. He also knew what it was like to be standing there awkwardly talking and no one responded. Then again, the guy could’ve been thinking aloud and it would’ve only gotten stranger. He bit his bottom lip, suckling gently as he began to touch the bolt of fabric with a very soft etching within the ashen blue silk linens. “You were a doctor?” His voice climbed several octaves curious as to why the male left such a prestigious place within the medical field. Maybe he couldn’t fill the criteria. There was a slight delay between actually getting the joke and not. Once it registered, he felt silly. Stupid even. He looked away briefly. “I could help you if you promise not to make jokes like that one again.” He sighed and marked off a measurement for his own to have the attendant cut for him. “Tell me more about the men who you’re shopping for.” 

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“Oh. I’m honored, Mister Cromwell. You’re far too kind to me.” 

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vijaysultan:

the guy at the other booth was cute, there was no denying that but he was quite younger than vijay and the sultan was never good around attractive guys like this, his awkwardness proved this. “um.. yours i suppose” he said as he got up and grabbed his things and moved over to the other booth, sitting across from him and placing his bag in the seat with him. “i’m vijay, by the way”

The guy had so many qualities that Daric could associate with that he just looked on and smiled. Even as unique as this encounter might’ve been, it was refreshing from some of the others. That wasn’t to say they weren’t great. It was just nice to look at the handsome guy and find qualities that he could empathize with. Like how he could recognize that this might’ve been a situation that was uneasy. Just the thought made him blush lightly. “I’m Daric.” He tugged at his bottom lip after lashing at it with the nervous tick of his tongue. “Nice to meet you, Vijay.” 

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Name three guys you'd like to top and three you'd like to bottom for

I’m not picky. Sex for me is slim and most guys don’t want the awkward kid in the back who reads and likes the corner. Suggestions?

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are you a cat person or a dog person?

Either. I’m more of an energy/personality person. 

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Name three kinks you'd like to take part in... bonus points if you name people you'd like to try them with!

You want me to do what? I thought I was telling jokes? Alright, three kinks. Hh~ Alright. Alright. Okay. Alright. I got it. Okay. I’d like to explore being blindfolded. Maybe some cold play. I’d also like to think that I’d want to try bondage. Nothing too heavy where I’d freak out but an introductory course. Maybe some silk ties, some spanking...I don’t really know. But.....I can’t name them and I won’t. Sorry.

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ASTRAL RISES

**Oh, mercy mercy child of light       give me wings so that my soul might take flight  **Round thy hands upon they feathers       free me from thy earthly tethers  **Goddess of Nyx, Queen of the night       guide my eyes and clear my sight  **Thy blessings avail forever more       the freedom of my soul shall forever soar

Daric sprinkled sand before his feet, paying honor to those that had come long before and those that were to follow. Each candle began to light according to the direction he faced. And since this evening called him to follow tradition, he went according to the clockwise motion. North. East. South. West. Each represented a phase of the day. As he started with Noon, he ended at Midnight. And each represented each season: Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter. And the phases of his energy reflected such. The Astrakinetic drew his center with finger gestures, scribing each symbol into his palm and he could feel his astral “self” pull from his physical nature. For every being with this ability or some variant, it felt strange. It could be described as foreign, even. It could be frightening but he had grown to use that motivation and his own degree of uncertainty as for his vehicle. 

With a surge of power, Daric let his astral energy consume both the life and soul forces to become the dominant force. Each domain manipulated for the core truth. And it was like being energized by a force unknown to this world or the next. His eyes sparked, glowing with such a violet aura that the residual force gave off a fuchsia glow. Ambient light was absorbed as the soft haze of his abilities created a purple flame. “Blessed be.” He used this energy to levitate. Daric blinked, flicking his eyes from his feet to the other. “Oh. I’m sorry.” He laughed dryly. “I shouldn’t be floating but...I was curious. Can you feel the shift in the air? I mean warlock and nons should be able to feel it. It is so... unsettling. Like a the energies sweeping across the town is concerning. Maybe we should check the news or something?”