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@hunterwildes
mateolos:
mateo sighed exasperatedly, sauntering over to hover over hunter. demons like to get what they want, and he just really wanted attention. everyone else who he tolerated was busy, and frankly, mateo just wanted to convince hunter to ditch her shift. darken the soul. watching her struggle, he laughed loudly before reaching over to grab the book she set down. “you’re so short, it leaves pangs in my chest because i worry about how you reach the doorknob to leave your house everyday.” he tapped the top of her head with the book, leaving behind a small spot of dust on her head. mateo blew at it after reaching up to set it in the empty slot on the shelf. “look! now you owe me, and i’m cashing in the favor now. don’t make me wait an hour.” he smiled widely, gesturing toward the sorted books.
“that’s what my broomstick is for,” hunter joked, glaring up at him and giving her head a firm shake, “poke fun all you want; the only thing i’m taking to heart about that statement is that you worry about me.” she beamed at him, but quickly let the expression fall when he tapped her head with the book then blew off the dust. running a hand through her hair to shake out anything he might’ve missed, she turned to him. “i’m not making you wait an hour; i’m making you wait--...” she pulled her phone from her back pocket and then looked up at him, “fifty-one minutes. and then you’ve got my full attention. besides, even if i wanted to lock up early, i couldn’t.” she gestured towards another stack of books waiting for her at the counter, then brushed past him, “can’t i give you my attention here? boss lady would kill me if i closed shop early--... even if it is dead in here.”
dxryaa:
darya shook her head, “it’s totally okay, i jus w-wasn’t expecting it.” she gave the girl a reassuring smile and watched her pick up the book. “do you have like a cool fire power? i h-haven’t seen anyone play with fire like that,” darya leaned against the counter. the brunette shrugged at the question, “i’m not really looking for anything, but i would like to know how this place came to be. i-i like it here a lot so i figured i should read about it,” she pulled out her wallet and began digging through it, pulling out her card to pay for the book. she had read almost every book in the store- her shelves at home were filled to the brim with books on anything one could imagine but she always found herself buying more.
“i--... don’t know that i’d go about calling it ‘cool’ actually. well, at least not until i’ve got a grip on the whole thing. won’t be cool when i burn my eyebrows off or accidentally light my spellbook on fire,” hunter released a nervous laugh, playing it off as though those weren’t completely logical possibilities. she shrugged, “it’s not terribly uncommon. witches in my family can do it, and, well, demons are like--... masters with fire.” she gave her a smile and then looked back at the book, flipping through the pages swiftly. “i get it. i mean--... first time i came here i was like a kid at disney world for the first time ever. locals didn’t really like me gawking at ‘em, but--... you adjust,” she waiting for a moment until the other girl got out her card, then gestured to where she should swipe it, “when did you move here?”
hellstromramsey:
The first few years–decades, actually–had been tedious. Waiting for someone to turn a page just so he could catch the next article had frustrated him into shattering any nearby lampposts. By the time he was able to do it on his own, he had shredded a good chunk of Chicago’s newspapers and added them to pigeon nests. He was more of a watcher as opposed to a reader, but passing the time had become a matter of what was convenient. But he guessed he enjoyed popping into the book store every now and then to see Hunter.
He passed through the door without a sound and the moment he readied to raise his voice, give a hearty hello, he saw it. Licking orange and red, rising rising rising. If he had a heart, it would have stopped. If he had lungs, they would have seized in the confines of his ribs. The heart had gone out of him. He flickered in and out of sight, only solidifying as an image when he crashed his hands against the counter. For a moment, he didn’t see Hunter, only the flame she kindled.
“Can you knock that shit off?”
‘Startling someone who’s playing with fire is a terrible idea.’
Yeah, he thought. Don’t I fuckin’ know it. The ghost deflated and heaved in a breath he no longer needed when the fire faded. He shut his eyes and opened them when his face shifted to one of apology as her nails tapped on the surface of the counter. He shifted from disgruntled to saccharine, posture relaxed and lips quirked at the corners.
“Please and thank you, Hunter,” he said with a light laugh that belied how his nonexistent nerves jumped under his skin. “What’s good to read this week? Nothin’ that good if you’re tryin’ to raze this place, huh?” A playful wink was tossed her way. “I was bored of, uh, makin’ all the coffee at Starbucks cold, y’know? Wanted to cash in on all the fun you’re havin’ here.”
Hunter stared blankly at where the flame had been. It was far bigger than she intended, swirling up towards the ceiling all red and orange fury. Smoke now replaced it, and a startled look took over her features.
Please and thank you, Hunter.
"I’m--...” her voice grew softer as Ramsey snipped at her, “sorry. My bad I just--...” She glared at the candle before shoving it back under the counter; her voice went from soft to frustrated in a matter of seconds. Two years of studying magic and she still couldn’t get a grip on the fire thing because two couldn’t make up for a lifetime of normality. “It’s just frustrating that I can’t figure this stupid flame thing out. Thalia makes it look so easy, and for Mateo it’s as natural as breathing. But heaven forbid I be able to utilize the one thing that’s supposed to be extraordinary about me,” she threw her hands up in surrender and then let them fall on her hips. Hunter exhaled a long breath before looking back at the man in front of her, slightly paler than usual, “Again, sorry.”
Her demeanor quickly shifted, and she rolled her eyes while a grin found its way onto her lips. “There’s plenty to read. A whole world of books I didn’t know existed until two years ago, honestly,” she pursed her lips together then repeated a word he’d chosen, “Raze.” It felt strange on her tongue, and as she scooped up a pile of books to shelve, she pondered it, “Kind of a funny word, isn’t it?” She shoved the first book on a bottom shelf and added, “Sounds like ‘raise’; y’know, to build something up, to strengthen it. Really means to destroy. Nice wordplay.”
She moved to the next shelf, frowning when she found a whole row of books out of alphabetical order: poltergeists. “Making the coffee at Starbucks cold?” Hunter was someone who needed a hot cup of coffee before she could start her day, “That’s cruel. That’s cruel and unnecessary. Like--... placing a puddle right in front of someone who’s only wearing socks.” She scrunched her nose then turned back to the bookshelf. “Well the only fun I plan to have for the next twenty minutes is of the organizational variety. Unless you’d like to help with that,” she sighed and looked back at him, “I’m afraid I’ve got nothing for you.”
mateolos:
“arson,” mateo replied briefly, a lazy smile stretched on his face. “i’m definitely going to arson.” he stared over at the candle that was now hidden from view, small wisps of smoke still reminding the inhabitants of the small shop it was there. a fire would have been fun. halloweentown definitely needed some shaking up. it’s begun to lull, the same old patterns resurfacing. mateo was bored. “i love it when you break the rules, it gets me going, hunny-buns. it’s actually why i’m here. you’re unofficially off the clock, i’m needy for attention.” he leaned forward, pressing his elbows against the counter to support his weight. “you’ll come with me, yes?”
“of course. should’ve known you were going for a felony,” she tried to suppress the grin on her face, but failed. instead of trying to hide it again, she simply turned on her heel and picked up a stack of books that needed to be shelved. her nose crinkled at the sound of him saying gets me going. “you are--...” her lips pursed together as she moved around the counter and stood next to him, “exhausting, you know?” she gave him a genuine smile before brushing past him and moving towards the shelves. “mateo, i’m working. i’ve got rent to pay, bub. i can’t exactly leave no matter how badly you need attention,” she looked at the book in her hand and then looked at the top shelf, frowning before trying her best to reach it on her tip toes. after two tries, she gave up, putting that book aside and shelving the rest of them, one-by-one. “i will if you can wait an hour,” she glanced over at him and smiled, “please.”
dxryaa:
Darya needed a new book- she had finshed reading all of the ones she bought the week before. she found herself wandering through the aisles of the bookstore a lot; it was calming to her and she felt somewhat at home. Her eyes landed on a book about the history of Halloweentown and she picked it up, walking over to the counter. she didn’t think much of the fire and didn’t realize setting the book on the counter would startle the girl. darya gasped and took a step back when the flames flew upward, immediately beginning to apologize. “i’m s-so sorry about that, i didn’t mean to scare you.” darya relaxed a bit once the fames were gone, “I would like to buy this book please,” she said, pushing the book closer to the girl.
when hunter finally stabilized her own breathing, she leaned forward on the counter, steadying herself. “no, no, it’s fine. i’m--... easily startled,” she laughed nervously, brushing a strand of hair from her face before tugging at the book, “i’m--.. sorry i startled you. i’m supposed to be able to control stuff like that by now. i didn’t mean to freak you out either.” she offered an apologetic smile before looking down at the book. her cheeks were flushed with embarrassment. “the history of halloweentown, huh?” the leather book felt heavy in her hands. it was older, beautiful, much like a lot of things in halloweentown were. “just curious or are you looking for something?” her tone was lighthearted as she flipped through the pages before punching numbers in on an old fashioned cash register.
ofsylvia:
“just how i like it.” she noted, inhaling the smell of the bitter drink in front of her. somehow, hunter had always managed to pop up at the most inconvenient times. if she would have taken just a little bit longer in the coffee shop she would have been in the clear. it wasn’t the first time that hunter came to clean up sylvia’s mess and it certainly wouldn’t be the last.sylvia glared at the other girl through the whole interaction, sipping on the coffee until she came back. “and you’re a goody two-shoes, you know that?” she questioned, eyes narrowing at the girl across from her now. “she may be perfectly innocent but she was also in the wrong place at the wrong time.” her eyes found the women once again but now she was acting as if nothing had happened and was laughing with a group of woman down the street. “she’s fine.” her hand waved in the direction of the lady, dismissing the whole conversation as if she hadn’t done anything wrong. “a deserving someones day?” the corners of her lips tugged up into the faintest of smiles. “and who do you deem as deserving?”
“thank you,” she beamed, giving a small nod before lifting her drink to her lips and inhaling, “it’s actually called being a decent human being. i’m convinced the longer i make you hang out with me, the closer you’ll get to becoming one.” her tone was very matter of fact and chipper; despite their differences, she and sylvia were close. they learned a lot from each other, and in some ways, they made each other better. “mm, being in the wrong place at the wrong time isn’t her fault,” she set her cup down near her feet and let her elbow rest on the back of the bench as she turned towards sylvia, “she’s fine, but that doesn’t make what you did okay. i swear between you, demon boy, and ramsey the not-so-friendly-ghost, i might lose my mind.” hunter narrowed her eyes at the change in sylvia’s voice and the grin on her lips. “mm-mm, no,” she shook her head and shifted her gaze, looking over town square, “you’re not about to finesse some dark thought out of me, vie.” she ran a hand through her hair and lifted her chin just slightly, letting sunlight warm her face, “i don’t know. can’t you just... traumatize people who--... kick puppies.. or something?”
hunter was lost in a daze, eyes trained on the open flame of a candle sitting on the countertop of the book store. as her fingers opened, the flame grew larger, and when she clenched her fist it extinguished itself. her body was in halloweentown, but her mind was about a million miles away. every now and again, she felt homesick, and that’s what she couldn’t shake. her daze was only interrupted by the sound of hands slamming on the countertop. she startled so terribly that she lost control of the tiny flame; it grew upwards, magnificently and slowly, giving her just enough time to step out of the way and snap her fist shut aggressively. “were you trying to give me a heart attack or was arson your goal because last i checked, startling someone who’s playing with fire is a terrible idea,” she was a bit breathless and with shaking hands she removed the candle from the countertop, “admittedly i probably shouldn’t be doing this on the clock.” she tapped her nails on the surface and smiled softly, “what can i do for ya?”
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ofsylvia:
with her back pressed against the arm of the bench and her feet spread across the other side, sylvia’s eyes scoped the town center, taking in each creature that walked past her. sylvia could practically hear her mothers voice in her head telling her to never practice magic in public and especially don’t do it for fun. the thought alone had her rolling her eyes. her index finger pushed her sunglasses up the brim of her nose before she was mumbling something under her breath. not even a second later, the bag in the hands a women standing not to far from her had ripped and the contents had fallen out. she couldn’t help but let out a laugh as her eyes followed as one of the apples from the bag rolled down the street. “what?” she eventually questioned a few people standing around her, shoulders shrugging as she spoke. “no one got hurt. it’s a prank.” most of the glares didn’t go away after she spoke, earning another roll of her eyes. “you all need to relax. it’s a joke. damn.”
hunter’s head lifted at the sound of a lady’s frustrated shout followed by laughter. she peered out of the window of the coffee shop and sighed when she saw some poor woman chasing after the spilled contents of her bag and sylvia lounging on the bench where she left her. “god, every single one of my friends,” she shook her head, “jerks, all of ‘em.” she turned and looked at the barista handing her two drinks and smiled sweetly, “thank you. um-- could i get one of your bags please? one with the handles?” as she received the paper bag, she thanked them once more and left a tip on the counter. as quickly as she could, she jogged across the street and handed sylvia both cups of coffee. “the one of the left is yours,” she said, walking backwards in order to maintain eye contact while she added, “black and cold, just like your heart.” she offered a little salute followed by a wink before turning around and jogging over to the woman. “here, let me help,” she opened the bag and started scooping up the apples. once they were all back in and the woman went on her way, hunter made her way back to sylvia. “you’re terrible, you know that? rotten,” she sighed and moved the other girls feet, sitting in their place then letting them flop back into her lap. “that woman was perfectly innocent and perfectly kind, vie,” she took the coffee from sylvia’s right hand and inhaled the scent of cinnamon and vanilla, “couldn’t you at least ruin a deserving someone’s day?”
thaliahex:
“sometimes the customers that come into the shop make me want to turn myself into a toad. honestly, i’m so goddamn tired of people looking at me as though i’m a walking miracle worker,” thalia groaned, rolling her eyes. “no, carol, i can’t fix your fucking face, nor can i make your ex man love you again after you cheated on him with the goblin down the street.” the petite brunette inhaled sharply and closed her eyes; soon, an impish smile stretched across her perfectly plump lips. “i mean, i probably could, but i won’t. i save the good shit for myself.”
hunter’s feet dangled above the ground, nearly brushing the wood floor but not quite reaching as she sat on the countertop thalia stood behind. a spell book sat open in her lap and she multi-tasked skimming over potions, listening to thalia’s ranting, and trying desperately not to let any crumbs from a jack-o-lantern sugar cookie spill onto the floor. “ever the good samaritan,” she mused to herself, grinning with a shake of her head, “it’s not like you really need a love potion anyway, y’know?” her head perked up and she turned to look over her shoulder, a curious gleam in her eyes. “can you really--... y’know--...” she waved her hand in a circle around her face. she’d learned to change her hair color, her eye color, and even perfectly apply false eyelashes with a little magical help but, “fix someone’s whole face?”
Never say ‘no’ to adventures. Always say ‘yes’, otherwise you’ll lead a very dull life.
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bold which habits your muse has
crookedwrites:
nail biting | throat clearing | lying | interrupting | chewing the ends of pens | smoking | swearing | knuckle cracking | thumb sucking | muttering under their breath | talking to themselves | nose picking | binge drinking | oversleeping | snacking between meals | skipping meals | picking at skin | impulse buying | talking with their mouth full | humming/singing to themselves | chewing gum | leg jiggling | foot tapping | hair twirling | whistling | eye rolling | licking lips | sniffing | squinting | rubbing hands together | jaw clenching | gesturing while talking | putting feet up on tables | tucking hair behind ears | chewing lips | crossing arms over chest | putting hands on hips | rubbing the back or their neck | being late | procrastinating | doodling | shredding paper | peeling off bottle labels | forgetfulness | running hands through hair | overreacting | teeth grinding | nostril flaring | slouching | pacing | drumming fingers | fist clenching | pinching bridge of nose | rubbing temples | rolling shoulders