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MORE ON FAYTHE’S TATTOOS— they’re a forbidden type of magic , and the tools used to synthesize the ink were things faythe collected herself . it was probably one of her more selfish acts , a permanent fix to her already weak magic , but she paid her price .
the tattooing itself took TWELVE HOURS , drops of corrupted ink physically branding her skin . she has no scars from it , but faythe endured HOURS of burning until the ritual was complete ; in the end , the ink took forms of vines and became very temperamental .
the thing about this new siphoning ability she bestowed upon herself was that it wasn’t HER that was doing it , it was whatever was living in her tattoos . which tend to act up depending on her mood ; in extreme cases , they’ll twist and warp around her limbs . they have a tenancy to migrate towards injuries so they’ll heal faster and have become more of a reluctant PASSENGER than simple markings .
Holy shit was this place cool!! The deep green thicket surrounding him conjured memories of Shiemi – of her stories about the GARDEN OF AMAHARA. Still awestruck by the sheer beauty of the woods around him, words failed him for a moment. He stood before the girl, eyes wide, mouth hanging open before he was able to gather his thoughts.
“A home – ?? Ah!! Not exactly. I just need some dried MUGWORT if you’ve got any.”
made sense . she grew MANY things in her forest ; gathered many things , and she’d long since established herself as much more than one of those remedial witches .
faythe perked up , picked up the basket of remained sheets she had yet to hang on the line , and brought it with her towards the entrance of versteckt with an almost-discernible SKIP in her step . tucking it under the awning she fumbled with the keys on the belt , unlocking the door after a glance over her shoulder and a beckoning wave .
this time her MOUTH formed the words , no sound quite making it out ; ‘ come in ! ‘
“ don’t worry about it . i’m certain it wasn’t your fault . ” that REASSURING confidence ; an unflinching recognition of the woman’s regret and hoping to quell it — she gently pats the other’s shoulder before moving forward to inspect the bike’s engine. ( she’s quite the worrywart, wasn’t she ? ) “ ah … i think i’ve found the problem . ” okay, so maybe it was her FAULT ; but she wasn’t going to say that. it would simply be harsh. “ the heat must’ve locked up the pistons — my oil should be in my bike seat if you want to check . ”
a NERVOUS gesture took over her fingers , listlessly picking at the end of her pencil skirt while observing her bike from afar . the fact that it was a give from mads , her MOTHER , made it all the more upsetting that she’d gotten it in the condition under her watch . that fact she was getting help at all was a surprise--- this was something she could probably fix with magic , given the time and proper research .
faythe simply didn’t want to risk it .
so she JUMPED into action , hurrying over to the bike seat and pulling open with the most gentleness she could muster given her frayed nerves , finding the oil with little to no trouble . and after writing a note and bringing it over , ‘ what caused the heat ? too much usage ?? ‘
LIGHTS ! CAMERA ! ACTION !
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faythe’s least-liked type of pest control involves MIMICS--- a possession-type faerie that’s one of the few carnivores of their kind that exist . they’re pretty much shapeless blobs of grey smoke , emitting a stronger light the larger they are , and can only be produced artificially . they cause quite a lot of trouble ; possessing objects since they can’t attach themselves to living things , only distorting that object’s shape to come out and BITE people that come too close .
faythe’s been a victim of a mimic bite one too many times .
the best way to extract a mimic is to smoke it out with SAGE , then when it pulls away from the object of its possession--- jar it . as simple as that . the hard process as that there aren’t any spell types to 100% confirm a mimic , so half the process is just reaching out to TOUCH things to find it , likely getting chomped in the process .
heyoo !!! tiny here with a new ind pri sel fandomless original character— this here is FAYTHE HOLMSTRÖM , a witch whomt abandoned the likes of her overly-suffocating coven . also deaf , a well-read herbalist , and a little lacking in the magic department . LIKE/REBLOG and i’ll give ur blog a gander !
⋆.✧ ↬ cont. @wolveswrath.
lips had been adamantly SEALED for the duration of their time together , enough so that he’d finally deciphered why--- and faythe , in short , was pleasantly surprised .
faythe’s demeanor relaxed and she nodded her head in reply ; a notepad and pen would probably do them BOTH some good .
suzaku usually has QUICK enough reflexes. he usually would have noticed the other before hey collided and could have easily prevented any of this from happening.
though he was not in any rush like the girl. he wasn’t exactly in the right mind space. so much currently going on in his life. far more than most his age was surely dealing with. the only time that allotted for him to be alone with his thoughts was AIMLESS wandering the streets. before he could apologize and ask if she was okay the other had already spoken. her words caused his brows to furrow.
“WHAT—??” confused clear on his features as well as reflected in olive hues. “i don’t see what me being able to keep a SECRET has to do with any of this.”
her notebook was now DAMAGED not only with ink , but whatever substance had transferred from the jar to their clothes . her writing took place on the cleanest page she could find , but the poor thing had been badly soaked through--- regardless , the fact he could read it was a relief enough .
now , ELEMENTAL magic was by no means anything she was particularly proficient in . sometimes she used it to fill pots with water ! or to light the wood in her fireplace on cold nights . MOST restoration magic needed materials and a place to perform a transmutation , but she could do him one better in their current predicament .
now with all the jar fragments gathered in her skirt , she hovered both hands over them and chanted . her voice was impossibly small and indiscernible , the jar snapping back together like a PUZZLE ; the black liquid gathered in through the cracks , gone and in the repaired jar like it was never there .
she fumbled for the notebook again--- ‘ that secret . can you keep it ? ‘
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“You tried to kill me!”
“Don’t insult me. If I’d tried to kill you, you’d be dead.”
MORE ON FAYTHE’S TATTOOS--- they’re a forbidden type of magic , and the tools used to synthesize the ink were things faythe collected herself . it was probably one of her more selfish acts , a permanent fix to her already weak magic , but she paid her price .
the tattooing itself took TWELVE HOURS , drops of corrupted ink physically branding her skin . she has no scars from it , but faythe endured HOURS of burning until the ritual was complete ; in the end , the ink took forms of vines and became very temperamental .
the thing about this new siphoning ability she bestowed upon herself was that it wasn’t HER that was doing it , it was whatever was living in her tattoos . which tend to act up depending on her mood ; in extreme cases , they’ll twist and warp around her limbs . they have a tenancy to migrate towards injuries so they’ll heal faster and have become more of a reluctant PASSENGER than simple markings .
faythe didn’t learn much from her coven--- just that she was perceived as weak . which wasn’t necessarily WRONG , considering her magic capacity at the time . her magic is directly related to her life force ( as it is for all witches ) and it was predicted she’d die in a very short time because it wasn’t up to par .
the coven tried to get a different use from her as a result .
what she DID learn--- how to experiment .
her coven tampered with the base materials of most spells or the incantations themselves , trying to get results from different changes . they also went as far as delving into the nature of familiars , and were currently testing a theory that faythe almost DIED as a result of .
chimera familiars .
THAT’S what went down in the basement , if anyone was wondering .
but faythe is much stronger than she was back then , able to perform a litany of spells and spell types . she doesn’t limit herself to her affinity and even dabbles in transmutation and alchemy . an all-rounder ! but she worked tirelessly to get where she is now , and she’s done things she’s not proud of . regardless , the strengthening of her magic ( through means not exclusive to hard work and relentless practice ) , she’s TREMENDOUSLY improved her life force . at current , she’s expected to live the length of your average human .
but anything can change !
WHAT’S A GOD WHO’S A NONBELIEVER?
faythe’s hut , versteckt , is concealed with a type of cloaking magic that’s only ineffective under certain conditions ! like any good businesswoman , she has cards that promote her business ; she does odd-jobs , problem-solving , magic and ordinary cases alike .
that’s ONE way to unveil her hut ; to own one of her cards .
another is to know her name .
or the name of her hut .
you could also just be in need of a very UNIQUE kind of help that only she can offer and the hut will reveal itself on on its own . she takes these kinds of precautions so ordinary folk ( who don’t have to ) don’t walk in on her doing something weird and witchy .