greek tragedy

Thanatos D'Angelo . 21 . Familiar 

[faxthandangelo-blog]

fajihoon‌:

His heart was fluttering to an uncomfortable pace. In all of Jihoon’s twenty-two years no one fulfilled him on every level like his familiar did. Than was easily his favorite person on the entire planet despite the endless teasing. That wasn’t evening factoring in how strong Jihoon felt when Than helped him with a spell or potion. Their bond was unshakable..until it was. The young witch would be the first to admit he messed up and now he fought back revealing his true feelings for the familiar. His eyes shyly stayed lowered and away from Than  with his cheeks staying red for the foreseeable future. “You know I’ve never been brave enough to go to a strip club!” Jihoon wailed. “That would be a nightmare of awkwardness and lord knows I wouldn’t know what to do with  my hands or what to say..” At the softer admission, the witch’s gaze finally lifted up to stare at Than. “You have no reason to ever be jealous for something like that,” he replied just as quietly.  It was just an inkling but maybe Than would understand just how true those word were. 

When they first met, Jihoon’s class schedule wasn’t nearly as demanding as it was now that he was starting off his final year. He had classes at all hours, studio time, and now he had landed an intership as well. With Than working full time was well there was just never a free day between them where they could enjoy simply being with each other. So, the idea of falling asleep with Than curled around him felt too good to be true. He hummed in reply. “Don’t worry about what you’re going to be wearing, I already have everything picked out. The collar’s for this form,” he said with a shake of their twined hands. “It has leather and chain components but the idea is to mix your edgier look with a soft surrounding to blur the lines a bit.  I don’t need the pictures for class, so they’re just for pleasure…” 

Than laughed softly. It was true. He knew his witch wouldn’t even dare set foot in a strip club. The other was too shy, and admittedly (though he would never admit it to Jihoon), he found the shyness a cute thing. Something that also made his heart flutter in a way that someone had never allowed it to flutter before. Than had had relationships before now, all something to occupy his time and his dick. Never did they make him feel like this before, and the two weren’t even dating yet. Yet. Than made sure to push that word back in his mind because yet may never come. Even if the next words out of Jihoon’s mouth made his heart flutter even more. He tried not to read much into it, instead, giving his hand a small squeeze and continuing to walk. 

Pleasure. Than also tried not to read too much into the word, tried not to let his mind wander, because then it came back painful thoughts from the weeks prior. He bit his lip. The lighthearted mood of his was drawing to a close, replaced by concern. The two hadn’t spoken about the events that had happened, hadn’t even thought about it. Truthfully, the two were too busy, but that didn’t mean his mind was never far from the events. “I look forward to trying on the collar. And the shoot. You do so beautifully with photographs,” he murmured softly, finally stopping his stride. He looked to him as he bit his lip again, looking down to the tinier witch. “We need to talk,” he finally blurted softly, looking away to the tree they were standing under, before back at Jihoon. He licked his lips, not sure what to say, where to start. Maybe he should just continue to ignore it, but the thoughts were driving him insane, and he couldn’t go to sleep tonight curled up beside his witch without discussing it. “About the other day,” he finally added. 

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fajihoon‌: 

Of course Than would still laugh at him. It didn’t matter that Jihoon was older by a year, his familiar would take every opportunity to tease him. “N-No!” His cheeks flushed a bright crimson. They both knew he was lying, but the witch would be caught dead before telling Than exactly who it was he wanted the free show from. The witch buried his face in his familiar’s bicep to hide just how embarrassed he was. He knew his feelings had to be radiating loud and clear across their bond to Than and that only flustered him more. It wasn’t fair that Jihoon couldn’t feel the bond like his familiar could. 

Holding Than’s hand was infinitely better than holding a leash. As much as Jihoon adored the other’s animal form, he loved being able to converse on their walks talking about their day. Yet, looking at Than now, the witch could visibly see those dog quirks coming out with how happy he looked at the prospect of a new collar. It warmed his heart knowing that he could bring a smile to the other’s lips. Their hands swung lightly between them as they walked deeper into the park. “You can spend the night if you want, but I do have class in the morning so I can’t stay curled up in bed with you,” he said with a tiny pout. At some point they’d need to talk about the awkwardness that came up between them recently, but now Jihoon just wanted ignore it. “Oh! Well my idea will make more sense when you see the collar, but I was thinking shooting you in the early morning light in the bedroom…I wanna make you look soft?”  

Through the bond, Than could definitely feel the emotions that were radiating from Jihoon. It made his heart swell. Embarrassment but also joy. He loved being the cause of the other’s happiness. He chuckled. “Yes,” he continued to tease the other, nudging the other’s face from his bicep just to see how bright of a blush he was wearing. “So who is it you want to see give you a free show? Or maybe it’s a paid show? Who knows what you get up to when you’re feeling random jolts of happiness in the middle of the night, you could be going to strip clubs and have fell in love with a stripper, yeah?” Than continued to just tease, because the blush was too cute on his witch’s face. “Though, I might be jealous if you’re in love with someone else,” he admitted softly, allowing his eyes to glance over to the other before back forward as they walked. It was his turn to

He pouted a bit at the mention of class in the morning for Jihoon. He loved the mornings when they could just stay tangled in bed, cuddling. Especially since it was getting cold. The blankets and Jihoon’s body warmth made the mornings bearable to wake up to. Some mornings he just wanted to stay in bed with him for the whole day. But alas, life called. The other was a full-time student, and Than was a full-time worker. At least he didn’t have to wake up too early. “Oh?” Than questioned, tilting his head to the side. He smiled, just a bit amused at the mention of Jihoon making him soft. “Will I be in this form or another form?” he questioned softly, swinging their hands a bit more. Ultimately, it didn’t matter. He was happy to be Jihoon’s muse and to wear a collar in either form. “I think it’ll be difficult to make me soft in this form, unless we bought me like, a big pink sweater or something. I don’t have anything other than black to wear...” he bit his lip as he thought about it.

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Clash of words

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faxjoon‌:

Gabriel listened calmly, feeling himself grow slightly annoyed by the familiar next to him since this was why he couldn’t stand this whole discussion. Familiars finding their witches - the concept in of itself was simply set up to fail as people moved around, were born in different areas of the world and the chance of them meeting was hard. “I highly doubt every single witch on this Earth has a familiar - the chances are astronomical. Age, location, how much they have to travel will effect these chance meetings and then someone dies? What then? A witch or familiar are surplus? Nature doesn’t like empty spots,” he commented coldly, bringing in his own calculative logic and also knowing how much in the world others doubt it. “Fine, familiars find their witch. That means witches are unaware and can’t just sit around to wait for someone - hell not sure if their familiar wants to find them. By all means I hope mine isn’t wasting his or her time looking for me - I have travelled and continue to do so, not sitting around for the off chance to wait for someone to show up. So hopefully they have given up and live their life, without this search for someone. Hell not even humans waste time to find their soulmates - why is out community so hellbent on this?” Joon spoke with a raised brow, looking over at the male as he expected to so knowledgable familiar to answer him. After all it seemed they knew better, thus why not try to prove him wrong and maybe that was why he looked at him. This was interesting, even entertaining to him and he wanted to see what the other would do. “Familiars should grow and learn, so should witches. This whole things should be put to rest so we all can move along.”

Than bristled a bit at the words of the other. If he was in dog form, he most likely would have growled. “You must really not understand the bond of a witch and familiar,” he muttered, “Not surprised,” he continued, taking a long sip of his drink simply because the conversation was a drag. It was depressing, talking to a witch who clearly didn’t give a shit about familiars. And it was annoying. He felt sad for the familiar that was unlucky to have him as a witch. “Every familiar has a witch, at least. And it isn’t as easy as growing and learning,” he sighed, glancing to the other in annoyance. “Familiars have a certain pull to their witch. It’s hard to ignore. It’s a heavy pull that can’t be ignored. At least, for me I couldn’t. I don’t know how other familiars do it, but I sure can’t. It’s something we just can’t ‘grow and learn’ from,” he explained, looking to the other coldly. “I hope your familiar finds you and changes your mind. Your mindset is incredibly depressing.” 

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fayeonwoo‌:

————— ˚｡ ･ﾟﾟ he’s sorely misjudged the human traffic of this book cafe. yeonwoo has a book in one hand, hot chocolate in the other, and now that he looks around, there’s no place to sit. it’s the first time he’s caught himself in this tangle at the cafe. he scans the surroundings, noticing an open spot across from another person. or should he say another familiar, through his sixth sense, recognizing his kinship with a stranger? hopefully, the perception will turn to his advantage. he walks over, a hesitant but friendly smile planting itself upon coral lips. yeonwoo makes it clear he intends no harm.

   ❛　ー sorry to interrupt your reading, but i was wondering if i could sit here. there are no other spots.　❜ to prove his point, he motions to their crowded surroundings.

Immediately, Than picked up this wasn’t just any other person. No, this was a familiar standing before him. Naturally, he relaxed. It wasn’t that he didn’t like people, no. Well, maybe just a little, but something about other familiars seemed to calm down Than and melt away his barriers to a certain extent. Something about them silently understanding each other, really. He glanced around the cafe whenever the other familiar spoke, noticing the full tables, before to the seat in front of him before slowly nodding. “Sure,” he finally spoke, having been silent the whole time. “Feel free.” His eyes drifted back to his book. “I’m Than, by the way,” he offered in a small attempt to be friendly. 

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Clash of words

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faxjoon‌:

“Yet it is,” he spoke calmly, looking at the bar with his steady disconnected stare as Joon honestly didn’t have a need to look at the familiar next to him. It wasn’t he didn’t care for familiars or think of them less, but much more that Gabriel didn’t in general interact with strangers. Instead he had a steady dull gaze forward, the warlock took a sip of his drink and let out a small sigh. “Now witches grow up thinking if only they find their familiar and all will be coming up roses. Practice? No need my familiar will give me the strength. What a load of bull crap. Familiars are simply put magical beings with whom witches may have a bond or well not - it isn’t like every witch has a familiar. Do you know the odds of that?” The tall male only looked over for a short moment to look at the other with an icy look, nothing within his orbs alive and if anything his whole existence that of a cold wind. That was how Gabriel was described to many - a cold icy winter breeze, around which one never stayed long. “I have not. So?” he continued on, slowly looking away again as he took a slow slip. “Neither did my parents and in fact even grandparents. All are healers, successful and as I said - sans familiar.”

Than’s lips grew thin as he listened to the witch speak, biting his tongue lightly. He didn’t need to get into an argument. No-- he needed to drink and forget the day’s events. But the way the stranger wasn’t even looking at him, as if he was something he wouldn’t dare look at, kind of annoyed him. The way he spoke about the bond between the witches and familiars, warped as it was, annoyed him. “Every witch does have a familiar,” he muttered, fingers gripping his glass. He sipped, letting out a small sigh. And when the other finally looked at him, well, it seemed to just piss Than off more. He took another sip of his drink, keeping himself calm. If he had been in his dog form, he surely would have been growling by now. “And it’s funny you think that witches find their familiars when you guys don’t even experience the bond we share with the witch we call our own.” HIs voice was low, looking back to him with an equally cold stare, raising an eyebrow as if to challenge him. “There’s not way a witch can find their familiar. It’s all left up to the familiar. Maybe your familiars didn’t care to find you,” he offered, shrugging. He took another sip of his drink. “I’m not at all denying, though, that a witch must practice and put in hard work. A familiar can strengthen a witch, but a witch must strengthen themselves for a bond to thrive.”  

[faparkclay-blog]

        there’s a certain clarity that accompanies the smell of cigarettes   &.   booze    ,     last fragments isolated photos that will be shared in the morning. the sound of the music hitting against the wall    &.    clay’s head was spinning    ,      fumbling with the screen of his phone               struggling to make the call.      ❝ come    &.    pick me up     ,     please.   ❞   turtle neck to cover the lace that was worn under    ,    this feminity chewing into his skin. lost in streets in his own thoughts   ,    drowned in liquor   &.   head full of smoke clouds. the world spins each time he closes his eyes   &.    he thinks that hes in love with dionysus three shots back.  ❝    i dont know where i am    ,    im a club silly.   ❞        repent    ,    repent   ,     &.    be forgiven.  he exists purely in the world of inebriated thought.    

(   @faxthandangelo​       /       ♡     ) 

[faxthandangelo-blog]

The room was clouded in darkness as Thanatos drifted off to sleep. Silence. That was what the familiar liked to hear whenever he was just about succumb to his own darkness of sleep. That is, until he heard a vibrating sound, the screen of his phone beside his head lighting up to illuminate the room. He groaned in protest, reaching out to grab the nuisance. Only to hear a familiar voice on the other line. Come and pick me up, please. He heard, a sigh passing his lips, followed by the simple question of, where are you? The answer was not helpful at all. He sighed again, rolling out of bed. The things he did for friends. It was late and all the Than wanted to do was go back to bed-- yet here he was, beginning to change into something more decent besides just boxers. “Just send me your location in text messages, I’ll find you. Don’t leave the club,” he muttered into the phone, slipping on jeans, a shirt, and his jacket quickly. “Can you do that?” 

[onlyrpmemes]

Random Questions for a Muse

(if for a multi-muse; please specify who it is for)

What do you like to drink on a hot day?

What do you like to drink on a cold day?

What was the last thing you ate?

Hear any good jokes lately?

What do you feel like when you’re in love?

What is something that warms and comforts you?

What is something you can definitely do without?

Got an antagonist in your life?

Do you wear hats?

What’s a fear you have?

Anything you wish you could have done differently in your life?

What’s something you wish you could do?

Do you like children?

Have you loved and lost?

What would a terrifying nightmare for you be like?

Got a favorite food?

What kind of music do you listen to?

Is there anything you simply cannot stand?

Mornings or evenings?

What would be your dream house?

What is a smell that’s absolutely horrible to you?

Any bad habits?

What would be an average day for you?

Are you wanted by law enforcement?

Do you have people you can count on when things get tough?

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faparkclay‌:

              park_clay: im starving                park_clay: &. i wanna talk to ppl               park_clay: stare at my cute face :((( 

than_d: it’s a cute face but not cute enough to get you free food 

than_d: just order food and talk to the delivery person  

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open snapchat

               park_clay: who wants to take me out to food                park_clay: im too high to order food                park_clay: im not paying but im cute :( 

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than_d: uber eats is a thing, though

than_d: nobody is going to eat with you if you’re not paying 

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Clash of words

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faxjoon‌: 

Joons unusually detached and unkind glare landed upon the stranger close to him, who was just getting his glass of whiskey. Looking at the other he knew this was a familiar, because as a witch he was at least somewhat decent in recognising them. Even if Gabriel was critical, often times rather doubtful how much familiars are needed - he respected the race and found much the fault to lay with witches anyway. “What those two are saying over there,” he spoke in his low voice, making sure what he was saying didn’t reach the others ears, “Familiars changing their life and magic. How they gave them so much more power and whatever. What a load of bull. Clearly they just believe whatever talk is on the streets and never done the leg work to understand that really witches with age understand and learn spells. No other creature just magically makes them better.” His tone of voice was dead, but it wasn’t hard to hear how he really didn’t believe in the talk of how familiars made witches more powerful or there was some special magical bond to make everything better. There was a kind of iciness to him that simply didn’t seem right, however calling it out was hard as well. 

The drink that was ordered came quickly, ignoring the glare he had gotten from the stranger. If he had been in a worser mood, he may have said something, but otherwise, he waved it away. He was curious, especially since the other was speaking Italian. Not many did, or at least, under their breath. Others chose English, Korean, hell, Mandarin. Not a more western language. He took a sip of his drink as he listened, nodding lightly in understanding. “Familiars aren’t necessarily bad for magic, though,” he added in a small protest. Now, he didn’t believe familiars were the entire reason behind a strong witch-- not at all. He saw how hard his witch worked to learn spells and understand, “They don’t necessarily bare the complete weight of a witch or warlock’s magic. I’ve seen my witch studying over spells and potions, that’s stuff I can’t help with. But, as for changing their life?” Than bit his lip, thinking about it for a moment. “I can’t speak for witches and warlocks, but they definitely change a familiars life. Vice versa? I hope so. I don’t think it’s a pezzo di merda,” The Italian easily rolled off his tongue. He took another sip of his drink with a raised eyebrow, challenging the witch. “Let me guess-- you haven’t found your familiar yet.” 

[faxthandangelo-blog]

Than’s eyes stayed trained on his book as he sat within the book shop, his coffee left untouched on table. It wasn’t that he wasn’t interested in the coffee, he was simply too busy reading his book. It was an older novel, written quite a while ago, that Than had gotten interested in for some unknown reason. He was everywhere when it came to his taste in books, hopping around between romance, horror, non-fiction, adventure-- if it was a book, there was guarantee that Than would read it. Reading was one of the things he loved doing within his free-time. It allowed his brain to be nurtured. All with books. The only time he looked up was whenever he heard someone nearby, frowning as he looked up with a raised eyebrow-- obviously questioning the other’s presence. // @fayeonwoo​

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don’t look too closely (you’ll misunderstand);; featuring ( @faxthandangelo. )

            with the thrumming of sweet bass pulsing against his skin, taijun feels so, so alive. apartment parties are fun, but there’s something about being in a club that feels like stepping into a liminal space. he’s taijun, but a taijun with so few consequences. in the dark of the crowd and rapid pulse of colored lights flashing over faces, it feels so anonymous, so freeing. it’s all a false feeling, of course. the club is rented out and packed only with familiar names and faces. whatever happens within these expensive walls have the possibility to carry over to the harsh daylight tomorrow. but it’s so easy to fall into the tantalizing sway of the beat, hypnotizing into a more open mind. it’s all fun, and so familiar to taijun. freedom, anonymity, hedonism, it all screams taijun.

            though, taijun is never the man of the hour. not these days. it’s pan’s money that funds everything, from the club to the open bar to the clothes on taijun’s back as he lounges in one of the vip tables. he’s oh so grateful for his witch, as always, and his witch is plenty happy with the company he’s selected for himself. so taijun is lucky himself that he has full access to the guest list, and his pretty pen can add whatever names he feels. and what would a party be without one of his closest familiar friends? god, it would be so boring listening to humans and witches alike prattling along about the boring tribulations of their lives. it’s in one ear and out the other with taijun, and that’s no way to spend a night so prime for perfection. so taijun is going to stick close to than’s side, thank you very much.

            it’s how he is now, squeezed into a spacious booth and empty glasses dripping condensation on the table in front of him. his skin itches with the need to be held, to be stroked and coddled and scratched behind the ears. so he droops his head onto than’s shoulder and winds both arms around than’s closest offered. the lids of his eyes droop with a sleepy buzz but his eyes are active and attentive as he scans the club for any opportunities to have a good time. “ there’re so many people here, ” taijun mutters as quietly as he can while still being heard over the music thumping from the speakers. “ maybe i can’t count as well as i thought i could. i don’t remember there being this many people invited. ” he frowns. “ what if we run out of the good vodka? ” god forbid he has to drink the watered down shill the bartenders pawn off on poor, cheap drunkards. 

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Than wasn’t normally one to go to big parties. No--the other usually stuck to smaller bars, smaller parties (if any party) and stuck to his small selection of friends. However, when he got the invitation to the party... well, how could he pass it up? There would be one of his closest familiar friends there, booze, and a chance to just let loose. Everyday droned on boringly, as much as he loved his job, loved his apartment, loved his everyday life. There was sometimes just a time when one needed to let loose in a way that was fun. Especially after the stress of the past few weeks and the awkward part of his relationship with his witch. 

He sighed at the thought, bringing up the glass of whiskey to his lips. Than allowed his thoughts to be forgotten for the moment, tipping his head back to drink. The bass felt surreal bumping through his veins. His eyes drifted over to his friend once he felt those arms wrap around his own. Allowing it to happen, he looked back to the people whenever the other familiar spoke. He gave a small shrug. “That’s simple. You invited people, and they bring people,” he pointed out, gently resting his head against the other’s, which stayed drooped against his shoulder. “Or, you can’t count.” He was teasing the last part, relaxing into the booth. It was just the two of them, everyone either dancing or getting drinks on this side of the club. 

Than took another sip of his whiskey, raising an eyebrow at the mention of the vodka running out. He sat the empty glass down, pushing it aside to join the others. A buzz hadn’t even taken its hold on him yet. Disappointing. His eyes glanced around before finally settling back on the sight in front of them; their empty glasses. He needed more alcohol in his system. “Maybe you should go steal a bottle if you’re so concerned about it. I’m sure they won’t miss it.” 

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fajihoon‌:

Jihoon swatted his familiar’s chest. The level of disrespect shown would have offended him earlier on in their bond, but after so much time spent together the witch was coming around to letting things slide. As sweet and naive as Jihoon could be, he still was immature in several ways and held a grudge like no one else. “Yah! It doesn’t matter what my professor said because I’m still going to complain,” he said with another swat to Than’s chest. With their ridiculous height difference he actually had to reach stand on his tip toes to flick Than’s forehead. “If you think I enjoyed seeing old man dick then you don’t know me at all. He was my dad’s age you silly goose. Besides, there’s only one free show I’d ever want to see and he’s certainly not it.” 

They fell back in step easily with Jihoon having to take two steps for every one of Than’s. His familiar’s height was one of the things he loved the most about the other on top of his animal form being the cutest Keeshond ever. He felt utterly safe in his familiar’s presence and that was something the witch tried not to take for granted. Their bond was special. JIhoon never believed in fate until the day a fluffy dog followed him home from the park and shifted into a beautiful human boy. “Maybe after finals are over. I’ll have time to shoot stuff I actually want to instead of things assigned for class. Oh! I did get your new collar in and I’d love for you to wear it too. I think it’ll look great for what shoot I have in mind,” he trailed off as they kept walking. Jihoon easily got lost in all the ideas that floated around in his head. Currently he was stuck on the image of Than wearing the new leather collar, waiting for him at Jihoon’s apartment, and only that collar. “Can you come over tonight?” 

The swats to his chest and the flick to his forehead only fueled the laughter that built up in his chest. “Oh, so you want a see a free show of something or someone?” Than continued to tease, wiggling his eyebrows. If they hadn’t been so close, Than would have never joked and teased his witch like this. But the fact was, they were close. They had worked on their bond throughout the last couple of years, and needless to say, Jihoon had easily become one of the most important people within Than’s life. He’d die without him, at this point. 

Than perked up whenever he heard about his new collar. If he had been in his dog form, that fluffy tail of his would have been wagging up a storm. It was amazing how something so simple could change the mood of Than. He was truly a dog at heart. His eyes drifted over to Jihoon, a smile on his face, before he focused on where he was walking. It would be a disaster if he fell, after all. He was sure he would have tugged his witch down by mistake as well. “I can’t wait to try it on,” he smiled, “And I can definitely come over tonight. Did you want me to spend the night?” He walked a few more steps before speaking again. “Tell me about the shoot you had in mind.” Than enjoyed listening to Jihoon when it came to things he loved; that thing being photography. The elder always lit up with excitement when he spoke, and Than found it... cute, as much as Than wouldn’t admit it. 

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jaehyun glances up briefly when a familiar face enters the cafe, gesturing to one of the empty tables before his attention is focused back on the student in front of him listening carefully as they go over their order to him - something overly complicated that he was sure couldn’t taste that good but he still makes it dutifully, ringing up the total and watching them take over one of the other empty tables, pulling books out of their bag. 

he waits just a moment to make sure there are no other customers that might approach the counter and then he’s turning back to the machines and, five minutes later, he’s standing in front of than and placing a drink in front of him - an exact replica of the student’s obnoxious order. “i have twenty minutes left of my shift.” jae informs him and nudges the drink closer. “tell me if this is any good, i’ve already had too much caffeine.” his veins are buzzing with the energy of his former cups of coffee, though his expression remains neutral - almost bored looking.

[faxthandangelo-blog]

Than entered the tiny cafe, smiling lightly to his friend. He knew better to distract him though, especially when he was taking an order, simply taking a seat at an empty table to wait for the witch to get off. Or to come over and talk to him. Either one, Than was content with. The two had plans for the night. Well, plans being just hanging out, but still, nevertheless, plans. And the familiar didn’t mind waiting for his friend. 

He busied himself with his phone before his attention was turned towards Jae approaching him. He smiled towards his friend, eyes glancing down to the drink that had been fixed. He raised an eyebrow initially before shrugging, taking a sip of the drink without hesitation. He scrunched up his nose immediately at the taste, setting down the drink. He shook his head. “It tastes like shit. Sugary shit. How much sugar and espresso did you even put in this? I feel like you’re trying to poison me,” he cringed, pushing the drink away. 

[kittymaneo]

@faxthandangelo​

“No, no! You don’t understand, I had no idea this guy was thinking we were doing a nude photo shoot, so when he showed up to the studio completely naked I had no idea what to do! How do you ask politely for someone to put clothes on after that? If it wasn’t for my professor being on set I would have died, Than,” Jihoon whined. One hand was clasped firmly with his familiar’s and the other he used to make wild motions as he talked. The witch was beyond embarrassed with the entire situation that unfolded earlier in the week and having to explain it to Than was even worse. 

The pair walked outside at the local park near Jihoon’s off campus apartment. With only a year left in school, Jihoon was more than busy with different projects for his photography major, so having these walks with Than meant the world to him. It felt like he had been neglecting his familiar lately, so he took the day off from studying and editing his pictures to see the younger boy and work on their bond. Two years in and they were doing…okay. There had been a few awkward incidents that set them back, Jihoon wouldn’t even mention what happened two weeks ago, but going on walks and talking about school he could manage without a problem. “This is why I prefer shooting animals…or flowers. I don’t have to worry about them stripping naked and ruining any shots,” he said with a pout. 

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Than, needless to say, was amused by the tale of his witch. He couldn’t stop snickering, having to pause from walking whenever the topic was even brought up. It was a peculiar thing, definitely, and an incident that Than was grateful he had never and never will have the chance to experience. Didn’t make it any less funnier happening to one of the most important people in his life. “I think you just have to say please and thank you in that situation. What did you professor even say? I’m sure he was disappointed,” he teased softly, giving the witch’s hand a small squeeze. “It makes for a hell of a story, though, so can you complain too much? I’m sure you enjoyed it, even,” he continued to tease. “You were offered a free show and you’re all flustered about it. Honor it and be proud,” he joked. 

Finally, Than began to walk again, tugging along the shorter witch. He was grateful the two were finally able to spend time together on one of their many walks. They hadn’t exactly had one since the events of two weeks ago... which still lingered in Than’s mind. More often than Than would have liked. He was just grateful the incident wasn’t making things too awkward. “You should shoot me sometime. I miss you doing that, you always make me so pretty in the pictures. My dog form or this form,” he suggested lightly. 

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Gabriel rarely went out alone and even less wanted to socalize, but here he sat with a whiskey glass in his hand. It was a bar he knew had more of his kind around than humans, giving him a chance to relax and above all not be recognised. Much to his happiness it seemed sorcerers didn’t care that on social media he had a following, because that didn’t give him any magical boost or respect. Listening to the pair three stools down, Joon had managed to tune them out until the pair landed on a topic over which he was rather passionate about. Familiars and witches - how the hated the by now accepted fake fact that through someone else ones own abilities grew. Since he was a small child he traveled, met different kinds of magic users and wisemen - above all listened. So few, barely any connected themselves to someone else to find their power and instead were much more focused on personal growth, age, practice. Yet there seemed such a large following believing such a fake piece of knowledge, but then again Gabriel had learned knowledge wasn’t always wanted by people. Now listening to those two witches gush over the familiars and what they were able to do now left him to roll his eyes, letting out a small sound of pure annoyance. “Pezzo di merda,” he muttered before taking a long sip of the old whiskey,  the way he spoke colder than the ice clinking together in his glass. 

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Than had had a stressful day at his job between dogs. As much as he loved his job, loved the dogs, loved his coworkers, the fact that he did work with dogs that weren’t always familiars kind of... sucked, sometimes. Because dogs barked, dogs bit, and some dogs were just straight up uncooperative. So, he went towards the bar once had gotten off work, wanting to unwind and destress. It wasn’t that big of a deal. But it was still a deal and everything ached as he walked in his change of clothes towards the bar. He ran a hand through his hair in frustration as he entered, his thought running haywire as he hadn’t even eaten that day. A bad idea to get drunk on an empty stomach, but so be it. As he neared the bar though, he heard clear Italian, muttered under someone’s breath but nevertheless, still heard. He raised an eyebrow, slipping into the seat by the person. “Pezzo di merda, huh?” he questioned in a hum, gesturing to the bartender. “Whiskey,” he ordered before looking over to the stranger. “What is a piece of shit, if you don’t mind me asking?”  

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