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Lorcan O'Kiefe, Lover of the sensual arts and practitioner of magic. Old || Alpha Witch || Pansexual Not interested in long-term mates.

[evie-the-witch-blog]

“Well, shoot, I was hoping to test some on him.” Biting her lip, she turned back toward him with a small smile on her face. “Aye, my Aunts locked them up before I left for London a couple of years ago.” She walked closer to the table and leaned on it to watch him work. It did honestly hurt her heart to think of those books being all by themselves. They had been in her family for so long…and with her aunts M.I.A. it really did mean that they might be lost forever. The Omega witch laughed at his assumption about her family. “My family’s magic skips generations. The people who gave birth to me were horrified to find out I was born with this particular affliction. But I came to learn that I was blessed. I’d rather be a witch than a boring human. Ná aontaíonn tú?”

Evie smiled at the older man before standing up straight again. “What else would someone do with immortality other than open up different shops?” She chuckled as her fingers ran along a smudge stick. “I wanted to do something like this before the Uprising. Finally open my own shop. Truly embrace what the Goddess gave me.”

[lorcanokiefe-blog]

“And risk the consequences? No madam, not even I would be so foolish,” he reprimanded, though his stern expression quickly softened once more. “Perhaps they had intended to come back for them, then,” he offered as his face scrunched up again in thought. The alpha measured out the last of her ingredients before again reaching under the table, this time to produce a few silk drawstring bags-- “How... atrocious... for these humans... family, no less!-- to be so--so willing to renounce their own kin. In this day and age!” He shook his head, his eyes shut tightly as he seethed. “I’d never have thought that with all of this science and technology and gadgets that-that... humans boast about... that there would still be such ignorance still present in the twenty-first century!” He sighed, though it was more of a growl than anything intelligible, but recollected himself when Evie addressed him in Gaelic. “Tá... Tá muid níos fearr, fírinneach...”

Lorcan harrumphed as he got back to transferring the contents of the coffee filters into individual sachets, his feathers obviously ruffled by the topic. He managed to laugh--though somewhat still bitterly--as the omega spoke. The alpha took a deep breath before responding. “Everything, really,” he joked. “Retail is the last place one goes willingly. But it is fun, even a bit entertaining at times.”

[omegaej-blog]

“Yeah, you are the first witch I have met so far… Well, you and Holly I guess. I know there are some Omega witches, but I don’t know who is what species with the collars on.” he frowned a little. “I guess its for the best, it means there is no ‘dark lord’ and teenagers running around with wands, bringing havoc to towns and cities.” he shrugged, the wolf was a fan of fiction, but it was a little relieving to know that fiction was not becoming reality. “Well, I don’t think that at all, you seem quite nice… As far as nice can be for somebody I met under an hour ago.” The witch didn’t seem to bad, and it confused him even more as to why he got a warning glance from one of the employees earlier, “Thank you, I’ve only been a werewolf for a couple months.”

Elijah was sure he would feel less nervous after the week, and feel like he knew the Alpha a little better so he didn’t constantly feel worried about saying something that upset the other, but it would take time. “From what I’ve seen, most Alphas prefer Omegas with a bit of fight in them… But, thats not really me. I don’t see the point in fighting something I can’t change. I mean, I’ve been taken out a few times to help some girls shop, but there is only so much shopping a gay guy can do before he literally doesn’t give a crap. I just don’t want to be left in my cell until I’m forgotten, I guess, so the thought of being someones sounds a lot better than that. I don’t even care if its a ‘relationship’, I just don’t like being alone.” he sighed, shaking his head as if to try and block out that sort of thinking. “Hmm, I didn’t really mind… I just liked food, as long as it was good then I’d like it.” he chuckled lightly.

“Oh,” the young wolf blushed, “Erm, I like bondage, types of pain play - but it depends on how far people tend to go… Mostly I’m up for trying anything, I like to see what I like whilst doing it with a master. I’m honestly not fussed when it comes to sex about what I try. For other activities, I like to play the piano, read, draw, play guitar and violin also.. Ergh, I like morning runs, parkour, fencing, rock climbing, baking… I think thats it, but probably not.” he chuckled, his mind going over the list he gave the Alpha and nodding to himself. “You seem to put a lot of time and effort into your products, so I’m sure they are worth every penny to anybody who knows about this stuff. Unfortunately, I do not so you could be ripping everybody off, but I trust that you are not.” He doubted he could even begin to understand the witching world, but he could probably learn a little whilst being with the Alpha. “Sounds fun, though I am pretty sure I was made to be behind bars since it is me and all the other Omegas, and its not like I can change that now.”

[lorcanokiefe-blog]

“A shame, for the little ones, but maybe not so unfortunate for me. This calls for a demonstration! Not now... but soon.” The alpha smirked. “Perhaps that’s the reason that our young have mostly been sent to be locked away: protection. For themselves, or for our most esteeméd city. It’s hard to say, really.” Upon hearing the wolf’s comment on his demeanor, Lorcan scoffed, waving away the idea with a flip of his hand. “I am not a nice person,” he corrected, “Nor do I intend to be.”

The witch laughed as Elijah gave his explanation, though his humor was marked with a near sadistic quality... “The way your phrase it brings to mind an image of an aging dog in a shelter. Too tired to move from the corner of his kennel to approach prospective owners, too sick to have hope... But you--you’re young. Very young. Too young, even, to understand the sorrows of a condemned life,” he said, frowning deeply. Lorcan pushed his sleeve up to glance at his watch. “I’ll keep that in mind, though I don’t plan on fattening you up with table scraps just yet. We may leave now, little one. If you’re ready, that is.”

Lorcan grinned unpleasantly. “Oh, a gentleman of many tastes and talents. How precious. I’ll be sure to offer you an entire buffet’s worth of choices when we get there,” he promised. “You’ll find that I’m quite the same in both aspects... We may get along much easier than I thought,” the witch chuckled, and turned away with a sly look. He momentarily stepped inside a doorway behind the counter and reemerged with a long purple coat over his left arm and a set of silver keys in his free hand. The alpha stopped at the omega’s side. “There’s no sense in ripping people off when it comes to magick. Poorly produced spells will give themselves away and improperly bewitched pieces will provide no protection. There are ethics in magick, little one,” he whispered, “Even for the unethical.” Lorcan reached out to run his thumb against Elijah’s collar, staring at it thoughtfully as he stroked it. “Anything is possible,” said the witch. “It’s a matter of how much you want it and how far you’d go to achieve it...”

[cumberbatchlives]

[lorcanokiefe-blog]

Benedict during fencing rehearsals for Hamlet (from Hamlet digital programme, available here for iPhone/iPad)

[nicholasmorning-blog]

Smirking at his friend and he couldn’t believe that he was still letting Lorcan getting away with calling him Nicky. “I’ll take a blood, but only if you join me in having a drink.” Nicholas chuckled as he unbuttoned his suit jacket. “We have too much to catch up on. You might want to ask this Holly to cover you for the next couple days. It’s been centuries between the last time that I saw you.” The shorter vampire patted his friend on the shoulder. “Let me take you to get roaring drunk.”

[lorcanokiefe-blog]

Lorcan knew that he had a better relationship with this vampire than most, and, as per usual, he milked it for all it was worth. It helped that the witch genuinely liked him, however. “Well, my dear--it’s them or me if that’s the case. Sadly, I don’t sell supplies here for blood rituals just yet,” he said with a wink, still grinning more than he had in quite some time. It probably scared his employees. “You exaggerate, my friend!” He laughed, but knew in some fashion that Nicholas was correct; if he’d be gone for a few days, then he’d either be still drinking or hung over by the weekend. He nodded, glancing over to the witch referred to as Holly, and she nodded, having overheard their exchange. “I would love nothing more,” Lorcan said as he collected his keys and his coat, almost too eager to get out. “I’ve yet to scope out the best pubs in London yet, but I trust your judgement. Where to first?”

[omegajasper-blog]

Jasper hummed a little as he gave the papers a little read, “I’ve never had security, and that seems like it is probably a waste of time. Truth be told I’ve spent most of my life in captivity that I wouldn’t know what to do if I wasn’t in some sort of cell.” he sighed, looking back up to the master, “What is it I am actually applying for here, I get that it is a job obviously, but what will I be doing? I am fine doing most things, but it would be nice to know that I am actually going to be doing some sort of magic other than being under your counter, giving you a quick relief - thats not to say I won’t do that if your request it.” he winked a little, going back to reading the paper. “I haven’t - filled out a job application, I mostly talk myself into jobs, or get myself captured. But you can trust I am qualified.. Do you have a pen I may borrow?” he asked softly.

“I’m sure it won’t take too long.” he agreed, turning to lean against the counter to fill out his application, a costumer capturing his attention as he looked lost, “To your right, top shelf.” he muttered casually, nodding to the sage. “I assume it was what you are looking for? Tarot cards to your left and a guide book just underneath them.” he added, it was obvious that the costumer was new to being a witch and so they were looking for ‘standard’ products to see what they could do, and the Omega had already mapped out the shop from his entry.

[lorcanokiefe-blog]

“Well, I hope you won’t be thinking of this establishment as a cell,” Lorcan warned, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “It’s more of a playground than anything. One with rules, mind you.” The witch’s attention was caught by the omega, and he clicked his tongue, silently reprimanding himself. “Yes--that’s usually something that you would put in yourself, but... in general, I tend to put people where they most excel. If you know herbs and their uses mostly by heart, you’ll probably be helping customers find those. Divination, well--I can teach you tarot, palm reading, and beyond that any symbolism in tea leaves or numerology is easily self-taught--you’d be doing readings for customers. I’d like to have someone to help with the crystals; placing them, helping customers find ones that fit their needs, and so on. And the boring things like stocking and closing up. There’s more, but I won’t get into that unless you really want me to.” Lorcan nodded and grabbed one from the mug near the cashier before handing it to the omega. “I can see how. Even if you were a runaway, I’m not sure I could turn you down now,” the alpha teased.

Lorcan sat back--or stood back, rather--with his arms crossed against his chest, watching the omega with a keen interest and a greater interest. It was natural, how the younger witch worked with his customers; it seemed as if he had been an employee at his shop since its inception, or perhaps even a planner himself. The alpha wondered for a moment whether or not the omega had been in his shop before and he hadn’t noticed--but Lorcan doubted he could miss someone like Jasper even if he was a mile away. “Impressive,” he commended. “I’ll tell you now that I’ll go ahead and hire you right now, though we’ve still got to have the paperwork done for the law’s sake. I trust that’s alright with you, despite not having mentioned the pay rate and benefits?” Lorcan was confident that he already knew the answer.

[omegaej-blog]

“I know I have to have some sort of trust, but you are the first witch I’ve met and the only thing I have to give me an idea of what you are like is Harry Potter and I don’t think thats quite accurate.” he chuckled nervously, “I couldn’t stereotype if I tried… But no I’m worried what the stereotype is.” he frowned a little wishing that he had been like some other Omegas here and that he knew of some of these things. Elijah looked up as he felt the hand cup his warm cheek, “All of this is new, so I’m still learning… But I’m sorry.” he murmured softly.

“Well, my apologies but I did not mean for it to sound like that.” he mumbled, he couldn’t tell if he had actually hurt the witches feelings, in fact the witch was extremely hard to read and it confused the pup a little. “Thats not the case, sir. I mostly sit in my cell, I guess Omegas such as myself aren’t very popular.” He looked down a little, it seemed pointless telling the witch this, for one he wasn’t interested in anything long term so he probably didn’t care and two it was probably depressing. “Well, thats good then. Erm, I don’t really mind anything has to be better than the food they serve in the cell, so I am not so picky… Just no wolfsbane, I guess.” 

“Tell you more? What about?” he asked softly, before chuckling a little, “That must be handy for the costumers who annoy you.” he grinned, “I do not doubt that you have high quality produce, you don’t seem the sort to cut corners to end up with quantity over quality.” he hummed, his eyes going up again to look around the room briefly. “You’d be wrong.” he pouted, “I used to go hunting with my father every other weekend with him and a few of his friends… And I’ve hunted a couple times in my wolf form… But they don’t let us do that here, all that does is make a restless wolf and restless wolf is an aggressive wolf. But I can hunt and horse ride.”

[lorcanokiefe-blog]

“I’m the first?” He seemed more than a bit happy about that prospect, though it was a shame that Elijah hadn’t met any weak witches to make his power that much more impressive... “No, certainly not, though I’m sure a few of my own customers have come here looking for that sort of thing. There are principles that are similar, and there are schools nowadays for our kind, but it’s not the same. People expect sparks and fanfare when they do magick, but unless you’re doing something of a higher level and intricate, that’s usually not the case. I digress--” The alpha shook his head as if trying to physically clear his mind from the talk of fiction. Lorcan’s disapproving scowl deepened when he thought of it. “’Heathens,’ they call us--worshippers of the Devil... Ritualistic sacrifice and blood magick are all normal for us. We’re all reclusive old hags...” Again, he shook his head. “But mostly--that we’re all untrustworthy, despicable creatures.” His features softened slightly when Elijah looked back up at him. “I know. It’s alright; I’ll teach you.”

It was actually harder to affront Lorcan than it seemed, but he didn’t let on just yet. He had decided much earlier to let Elijah map out his emotions and responses by himself; if the werewolf felt he had to apologize, he would. If the witch had actually been upset--everybody on the block would have known it. “Really?” His tone of disbelief was genuine, and his eyebrows knit together in confusion. “A handsome young pup like you, not getting snatched up by every alpha that crosses your path? What is the world coming to?” Lorcan patted the omega’s cheek in an attempt to reassure him. “I’ll make sure to keep it away from you, then. Was there nothing you adored prior to your change?”

He huffed, a tone of amusement in his breath. “About yourself, little one, but specifically your interests both sexual and none--beyond what you’ve already told me. I have much to say about myself, but you seem a bit shy.” How cute. “It does. If I have no desire to service them, I do not. Simple as that.” Lorcan returned the omega’s smile. “You’re absolutely correct. Anyone can purchase ingredients and manufactured products and put them on their shelves, but to do it yourself and by heart--that is the only way to empower your products and your customers. A witch’s tools are the heart and soul of their magick.” Lorcan raised his eyebrows in surprise. “I suppose I shouldn’t be shocked, talking to a werewolf and all,” he admitted. “That’s a shame. Perhaps one day I could take you out of London to have a bit of fun beyond all of these bars and stuffy buildings... People like you and I, little one--we weren’t made to be cooped up in one place for long.”

[omegajasper-blog]

“Funnily enough I wasn’t planning either, my cell is just far too… Dull.” he hummed, reaching for the papers and letting his bright blue eyes brush over them before looking back up to the Alpha. “Yes, my master for the week allowed me to leave the house and promised to hunt me down if I dared to escape.. Is it a popular belief here that Alphas are the only ones who will stay willingly? Perhaps you’d need to be a screwed up Omega to want to be exactly where I am, but maybe thats what I am.”

[lorcanokiefe-blog]

“Good,” Lorcan agreed. He allowed the omega to look over the papers while he himself looked over the omega. The older witch certainly thought he looked capable, if not a bit distracting, but... “Oh, no, not really, but it’s something I have to ask of you in order to approve you to work here,” he explained. “I believe it depends on your circumstances. Some crave security and routine--those are the omegas who prefer to stay. Some prefer to be wild and free, perhaps they want to explore their new abilities--those are the... ‘problem children.’ But if you are as you say, then you have little to worry about.” He chuckled lowly before turning his gaze back to the application. “I suppose we’ll find out, then. Most of this is standard--well, I don’t know if you’ve ever filled out a job application before, but this is mostly just a profile of you. It asks what you’ve done before that may or may not help you here, what you’re looking to do here, et cetera, and omega-specific questions like your cell number, overseer’s name, and the barcode of your collar, which will get you out of a lot of other tedious paperwork thanks to our ingenious system.”

He rolled his eyes and took a deep breath. “Anyhow, you’re supposed to fill this out up here so that I can answer any questions you have. It shouldn’t take long.”

[nicholasmorning-blog]

Embracing his friend, he sighed happily and smiled as they parted. “And you look exactly the same as when I first saw you.” As he looked his friend over he couldn’t stop from smiling even larger. “When I heard you had finally set up shop I had to come see you of course! How could I not see my best friend?”

[lorcanokiefe-blog]

“How kind of you to say,” the witch replied, tangling his fingers through his wild hair. Lorcan smiled at the younger alpha’s explanation, feeling quite pleased with the fact that there was already news of his shop circulating through the hierarchy. Of course, he thought, how could it not? “I’m very glad to have you in my presence again, Nicky dear. It’s been too long. Tell me, is there anything I can get you? Tea, coffee, blood, perhaps?” He nearly smirked. “I’d love to hear what you’ve been doing lately...” He cast a glance around the room. “I’m sure I could get Holly to cover for me.”

[evie-the-witch-blog]

She was thrown a little at his accent and almost weeped with joy over how wonderful it sounded. Lately she had been so homesick that she could barely think past it. Hearing this man talk was like going back home to her aunts. Following after him excitedly, she smiled dreamily as she just listened to the lilt of his voice. At his questions she shrugged with a smirk. “I really don’t care. He’s a leech so I doubt that unless it’s vervain he’ll have a allergic reaction to anything.” She looked over the bookshelves with a sad look on her face. “This place is amazing, you know. I always wished I had something like this growing up. My Aunties had books that were in our family for years, but some of them we couldn’t touch anymore without spells or gloves.”

Walking away from him slightly, she ran her fingers over the shelves. “Did you just get this place set up? I don’t remember it before the Uprising.”

[lorcanokiefe-blog]

Lorcan could nearly feel her excitement charging the air as she followed him about. Were it tangible, the alpha supposed that he could have bottled it up as liquid sunshine. This, however, he did not express despite being pleased himself to be around a countryman. “Ah, no vervain,” he promised, and set about to start grabbing the glass jars of ingredients she would need. Agrimony, chamomile, hops, and lavender... passion flower petals, sweet marjoram... Lorcan laid them on the table in front of the shelves and began to portion each ingredient into a coffee filter, but paused to grab a scale from underneath the table. He placed the lavender on the scale first, but looked over to the daydreaming witch. “I suppose the ones back home have all been hidden by now,” he said. The alpha smiled fondly, though whether at the other witch or the nostalgia, he didn’t know. “They just don’t make apothecaries like they used to.” He chuckled. “Ah, the Olde Magick... Some grimoires tend to get attached to their owners, whether by accident or by purpose, though I couldn’t imagine your folks hiding magick from their descendants... More than likely, your books are still grieving and need to be reassured.”

The alpha measured out half an ounce of lavender, and then went on to the heavier substances. “I’ve been working on it for a few months, but the store has only been open for a bit less than a month now. I thought I would... seek to aid the masses, as it were.”

[omegaej-blog]

Elijah knew how to tread carefully in these situations and he almost always managed to get himself out of trouble, almost always. “Trust isn’t something that just happens, its earned, I don’t know you enough to say that I would trust you to not drug my tea let alone anything else you may do.” he responded, though he knew for them to actual create any form of relationship or connection that would help them interact a little more then he would need to trust him a little. He sighed at the others persistence on wanting to know his name, “Elijah Jarvis.” he mumbled, his eyes trailing down the others body as if he were studying him.

The pup frowned slightly quickly glancing around the shop and then back to the Alpha, he didn’t understand what the witch meant by that, but it didn’t sound good. “I wasn’t expecting a relationship, I’ve just met you because I was sent here from my cell where I sit and wait for an Alpha to come a get me out of for what I can hope will be more than an hour. I only know of one Omega here that has a relationship with her Alpha and I don’t expect to be so lucky.. I’m not here to for that, I’m here for people like you.” he replied, watching the Irish immortal move to put away his books, staying where he was for now. “I know how to cook, but if there are specific dishes you want made then I may need teaching as I do not know how to cook everything that you may like. Just so I don’t accidentally kill you, do you have any allergies?” 

He could feel the heavy weight of the other gaze on him, but he did his best to ignore it for the moment, just like he ignored the look from the employee. “Well, unless you really wish to do them here I suppose you will have to wait until you finish your shift.” the wolf smiled, shaking his head at his own words. “I like pleasuring my masters and I like a challenge so I guess this week could end up being fun for the both of us, and I’m not worried about being marked a little.” he hummed, looking up with a soft smile to the female witch, but his attention was soon captured by the opening of the box. “Thats a long list of jobs you have set yourself up for, but I’m guessing they don’t come cheap.” Elijah had never met a witch but he bet they didn’t do the odd job for minimum wage - though the thought did make him smile a little. “What do you hunt? Not wolves, hopefully.” he joked, grinning at the Alpha.

[lorcanokiefe-blog]

Lorcan rose an eyebrow. “You seem to be under the impression that you have any choice but to trust me,” he said. “You wound me, little one. You’ve been in my presence for less than half an hour and you already assume the worst of me. Surely you don’t stereotype?” He feigned a frown, but something in his tone didn’t seem as fake. The alpha cocked his head slightly, watching the poor wolf with great interest. More than anything, he looked confused when the boy uttered his name. “Elijah... that is a perfectly handsome name,” Lorcan mused. He held his hand out to stroke the omega’s cheek, expelling his own sigh as he did so. “Do not be so unwilling to share and to trust. In my presence, there is nothing to be ashamed of or to hide. If I want something badly enough, I will have it--but I’d prefer to have it from you.” 

The witch pushed himself up from the counter. “’People like me’... You make me sound like an outright hoor,” he whined. “As for that... do not envy her, little one, for she is not as lucky as you may believe. Tied to one person for the rest of her life--how dull! No, it’s much easier to be right where you are, with a variety of alphas to satisfy your every need.” Lorcan frowned deeply as he finished putting his books away. “I eat mostly meat, shellfish, and fruit; I can teach you how to excel in the kitchen,” he promised, “I can. But no, I am not, luckily. Just picky. What are your own preferences, little one?”

Lorcan was pleased to hear him so interested, and his fleeting smile returned. “Don’t fret; I won’t leave you waiting for long.” The witch tapped his fingertips against the counter as Elijah spoke, a bit more than excited as the omega admitted his likes. “Excellent,” he breathed, “I expect we’ll get on just fine, then. Tell me more, won’t you?” A quick laugh was given in exchange for the omega’s hypothesis. “I try not to overcharge, but as in all business, a profit must be made to stay afloat. But... that is the best part of doing commissioned work: you set your own times and your own prices, and generally the customers expect it. After all, everything I sell is of the highest quality,” he boasted, holding his head a bit higher out of pride, and then shook his head. “No, not much anymore, and I hope that I won’t have to hunt you,” Lorcan taunted. “Mostly deer, hares, and geese, but minks and foxes as well when I can get away with it,” he said with a wink, “One can make quite a profit and a meal from them. I don’t suppose you have any interest in all of that, though.”

[omegaej-blog]

“But you didn’t ask for my real name, you asked for my name.” he replied back, his voice not at all challenging the Alpha, “Most just call me EJ, and then I only give out my formal name to people who I feel I can trust, I’ve just met you. I can be a good boy, I just- Do you want it?” he asked in a murmur, it wasn’t like his real name was some sort of big secret but the way he saw it was Elijah was the old him with family and friends who weren’t all dead or in cells and the only reason Greyson knew was because it had slipped out, but if the Alpha really wanted it then EJ would accept his place. The pup raised a brow, waiting for a sign to show he was joking, “’My lord’? I mean, I’ll call you whatever you want to be called… But -ergh- are you joking or being serious?” He felt nervous in the presence of the witch, to have somebody like him in control of him for a week, he wasn’t too sure if he should be scared or not.

The young wolf smiled a little, “I think I could manage not to break anything but if you would prefer to know about me then I guess I can manage that too.” He hummed, thinking about his answers, “I don’t know what Omegas can expect other than the obvious of not being killed, so theres that if you don’t mind not doing it, my lord.” he grinned, relaxing slightly around the Alpha. “I like a lot of things, my favourite thing is having my hair played with though… I don’t know why. And as to what I like to be called, I don’t really mind; pup, little wolf, little one, little Omega, Omega are all things I’ve been called before and I don’t mind any of them.” he shrugged, he wasn’t exactly sure how much detail the other wanted from him, but he thought a brief of the basics would do and if the witch wanted more then he could ask for it. “What do you expect from me? Want to do to me? Interests both outside of the bedroom and inside?” 

[lorcanokiefe-blog]

Lorcan puffed up a bit, silent but waiting for the omega to say something that would warrant an immediate reaction from him. Finding nothing so offensive, the witch let his omega finish his explanation before responding. “I won’t argue personal semantics with you just yet, though I hope by the end of this that you will understand me better. And, my darling, you should get used to the idea of trusting me, as you’re in my care for the next week.” The alpha smiled, though it was short-lived and vaguely threatening. “I do, but as long as you keep me happy, then I’ll refrain from using it. It seems to be a sensitive issue with you.” When the omega didn’t seem to believe him, the witch let out a huff of amusement. “’Sir’ will do for now,” he said instead of actually answering.

“It’s not you I’m worried about breaking things,” Lorcan said as he turned away from the pup to gather a few books from the counter, “Not all of us are as gentle as you seem to be.” The witch barked a laugh and pushed his way through the swinging door to the counter and heaved the books onto a nearby table. “You won’t give me a reason to dream of it, little one,” he said in regards to harming him, “Omegas can expect many different things. Some alphas only want sex whereas some want a relationship. I’m the former, with the addition of you helping me in other ways as well.” Lorcan looked at the omega as he began putting the books away and very nearly smiled. “That is precious; I’ll keep it in mind.” When he finished, he returned to the counter and stared at Elijah with intensely hungry eyes. “I expect you to do as I say, when I say it. That’s it, really. I’m also optimistic that you can cook--and something more than sandwiches, for Hecate’s sake,” he rolled his eyes then. “If not, I can teach you. And will. If not for my own sake, then your next master’s.”

His smile was unpleasant when he shifted, his gaze no less starved. “So many things, little one, so much I’d like to do to you...” One of his employees shot Elijah a warning look as she went into the stock room, but if Lorcan noticed, he said nothing. “You may find that you’ll have to work a bit harder for me, but I will reward you generously for it in whichever ways you find suitable. As for my interests, I do enjoy a good bit of frottage and I will mark you.” He stood straight again, unashamed, “Though my interests go far beyond that. You’ll learn.” The omega witch returned from the stockroom and placed a few boxes on the counter which Lorcan immediately began to open with the blade that had been lying on the desk. He removed a few sachets of lavender and bay leaves from the box and showed them to the omega. “This is what I do. A lot of what you see here is mine, or a collaboration between my employees and myself. Such as the lovely Holly here, who mixes our own blends of tea,” he said, nodding towards the omega witch. “I do mostly commissioned work here. Custom designs. I work with wood and stone, though I’m practicing on my leather. I also do the commissioned spells, sigils, in-house blessings, and tarot reading. Others take care of the rest. Aside from that, I rather enjoy hunting and horseback riding.”

[nicholasmorning-blog]

“How about a hug for an old friend?” Nicholas smiled as he walked closer to the ancient witch.

[lorcanokiefe-blog]

Upon hearing the other’s voice, Lorcan looked up from his book and grinned. It took him less than a second to put the book down and come out from behind the counter to take the other alpha up on his offer. When he had him firmly in his grasp, Lorcan slapped him on the back once for good measure. 

“Oh, my friend, it’s so good to see you,” he said as he released the vampire. “You look marvelous, as per usual. To what do I owe this pleasure?”

[evie-the-witch-blog]

Straightening out her clothing, she adjusted the turtleneck over her Omega collar so that no one would be able to see it. Evangeline O’Halloran braved the city of London so that she could get ingredients that she needed for a potion. She was just lucky that Greyson let her wander the city. Hopefully this witch wouldn’t be able to sense her status. Walking up to the counter confidently as if she belonged there by herself, she smiled as she looked around the store. “I’m looking for ingredients to a sleeping potion.”

[lorcanokiefe-blog]

If Lorcan knew her status, he said nothing to indicate that he was aware. Instead, the alpha put his book down to look at her, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “Of course,” he said as he came out from behind the counter. “Follow me.” Trusting that the witch would done so, he led her to the wall of his shop that was stocked with jars of dried herbs and flowers from the floor to the ceiling. Lorcan pointed to a book sitting on a pedestal in the very middle of the wall. “That should have... two...? recipes in it, I believe. One for short term, like normal sleep, and one for something a bit... deeper and longer. Assuming you or the recipient...” He raised an eyebrow in a teasing manner, “...aren’t allergic to lavender or chamomile, either will do fine. Which works best for you?”

[omegajasper-blog]

Jasper had heard his current master talk about a new witch in the city that was looking to hire some Omega witches for a store, and the idea of being outside of his cell seemed too good to be true. After his morning run he decided to stop by the shop and see if the Alpha liked him for the position. 

He entered the store and was almost instantly lost as the items the witch had kept catching his attention, but he did finally find his way to the counter and to who he hoped was the owner of the shop. “Hello indeed.” he grinned, rubbing the back of his neck nervously, “I hear you are looking to hire some Omega witches for the store, and I was here to see if I could apply, please?”

[lorcanokiefe-blog]

Lorcan’s eyes drifted from his book and to the handsome omega before him. He looked him up and down for a few moments before setting the book on the counter and smiling ever so slightly, as if laughing at his own little joke. “I am indeed, and you certainly can, provided that you’re not escaped or planning mutiny,” he replied without humor. He ducked down to grab a set of papers and a clipboard and set those on the counter, too, though tilted halfway so that the omega could read the forms. “These are to be done together, in case you’re wondering. I assume you have permission to be here?”

[lorcanokiefe-blog]

The witch paused, refraining from writing for a moment as he heard (and felt) someone approaching the counter. He sighed and resumed writing, his eyes not looking up from the leather tome in his hands as he spoke.

“Merry meet. What can we do for you?”

[omegaej-blog]

Although Elijah was talking to the Alpha behind the counter, he did still keep a watch in the corner of his eyes at the other employees and costumers, perhaps this was just how witch shops were, in a strange way the quietness was soothing as it reminded him a little of being in a library or art museum. But his curiosity remained about the place, so perhaps he would have to return again to see if it was always like this.

He furrowed his brows at the kiss to his hand, pulling it back a little afterwards. “I don’t give people my formal name.” he replied, watching a smirk fall into a pout. “I can kick and scream if you want, but it seems far too dramatic for meeting a new Alpha.” It surprised the Omega that the Alpha would mention it, most were just happy for some peace and quiet rather than the whole ordeal of pinning someone down and gagging them. He swiftly stepped behind the counter, moving to the Alphas side, “Hmm… Can I do anything to help you? I mean thats not really an interesting question, but I guess it could be if you give it an interesting answer.. Oh, and do you prefer sir or master?”

[lorcanokiefe-blog]

Despite the omega’s seeming rejection of his hospitality, Lorcan’s persistence did not fade, and his eyes narrowed as he felt his authority being challenged. “You will give me your real name if I ask you for it,” the alpha said, raising his voice ever so slightly, though not nearly enough to yell. “Do not forget that it’s me you have to answer to, pup. ...I do not, however, want you to act out just yet. I expect you to be a good boy for me, EJ. Do you think you can manage that?” Lorcan watched him closely, subconsciously licking his lips. “Of course you can help me, little one, but I’d prefer not to break anything in my store,” he chuckled. “Either of those is just fine, though I prefer ‘my lord’ over anything else. You may choose until I tell you otherwise.” 

There was nothing in his tone to imply that he was joking.

“Luckily for you,” he continued, “I go on break in fifteen minutes. Until then, however, I’d love for you to tell me a bit about you, hm? What you like, what you want me to call you, what you expect and want from me... You can ask the same of me if you’d like.” The witch cast an icy glance around the room before giving the omega his complete attention again. “And don’t worry if anyone overhears, pup. This discussion is not so unusual around here, as you’ll find out.” 

[omegaej-blog]

Elijah felt a wave of relief when the man said that he was the Alpha, smiling a little, though he wasn’t getting a good feeling from the shop or the people in it for whatever reason. Perhaps it was that he had never been inside a real witchcraft shop, or maybe it was the silence or the fact that nobody else seemed to be reacting to anything going on around them. 

The young wolf let out a little sigh before replying to the Alpha, “I’m EJ, its nice to meet you.” he hummed, extending a hand to the Irish witch. “’M not afraid of them, they just seem a bit much at times.. How long have you been in London?” he asked, trying to change the subject off of the guards and possibly his fears.

[lorcanokiefe-blog]

Though the shop began to pick up speed again after the omega’s guards left, it still remained a bit more quiet than normal. Or, at least, ‘normal’ for a ‘normal’ day. It wasn’t so strange for it to be quiet on what the regulars dubbed an ‘Omega Day.’ Lorcan only hoped that today’s quietness would not put him off from visiting again, as he did enjoy having his pets help around the store...

“The pleasure is mine, EJ,” he returned. He rose an eyebrow at the offered hand but took it--not to shake, but instead pressed a chaste kiss to the back of it. “A bit formal for one with an informal name, don’t you think?” For a second, Lorcan smirked, though it was quickly replaced with a slight pout as he noticed the wolf’s tone. “Some omegas aren’t as relaxed and willing as you seem to be,” the witch explained, “Whereas some might come kicking and screaming, you’re nearly asking me about the weather.” Lorcan huffed, amused in his own way, and then motioned for the omega to come behind the counter. “I’ve been here since June just trying to get ahead of the game... I don’t suppose you have any more interesting questions for me?”