Magenta

"Minds are like parachutes, they only function when open" 24. Witch

[magenta-the-witch]

richmondparks‌:

He tried not to think about it, the true nature of the massage, knowing that he’d be increasingly more and more tense if he let the prospect of physical contact get to him. The table made it worse, the fact that his head was secured in such a way that he couldn’t actually see what was happening - the effect aided by his nearsightedness and the necessity of removing his glass - he just didn’t like feeling so vulnerable. Richmond tried to employ some breathing techniques, focusing the metallic sound of bells and chimes instead of on the soft hands working oils into his skin. 

If he removed himself completely from the situation, it felt rather nice, not just the stiffness fading from his muscles but the soothing nature of another - very positive - presence. “Shifting really takes a toll on me nowadays, and I figured I’d give it a go and see if it did anything for the aches and pains. Rearranging your entire physical structure really isn’t the most pleasant of processes, especially if you don’t do it often enough.” 

“Ah, a shifter,” she mused aloud. “What form do you take?” Honestly Magenta hadn’t put much thought into the mechanics of it. How bones had to form and reform, bend and even break to take a shape that either exceeded the typical human form or quite the opposite. As she had knowledge of a mouse shifter than lived just on the outskirts of Stone Coast.

"Let me know how this pressure feels,” she asked as she palmed the peppermint oil into his back with medium strokes, her thumbs pressing down and punctuating each ridge in the spine. “Well frequent massages may work in your favor but I’ll let you decide that after our sessions. Have you tried yoga?”

[magenta-the-witch]

lxcnewolfcal‌:

“That’s because we have no evidence. The entire case is a big gap.” Cal raised an eyebrow, wondering what she was getting at. Unless she had been there, she couldn’t know any more than he did, right? “The very fact that this is a supernatural place is what makes it more suspicious. Everyone knows that an animalistic looking attack would point right to a wolf. It’s just too easy.”

“I would think a murdered body would be considered evidence.” Magenta countered, thinking that maybe she had gotten into the wrong field. “I just think we shouldn’t ignore the obvious. For all we know it was a newly turned wolf that hasn’t yet learned how to control their.. well... power.”

[magenta-the-witch]

rouges-j‌:

he wasn’t sure how really. if he was being perfectly honest, he’d sort of just committed to doing a few tasks that took longer than the day he’d originally planned on spending, and jensen was a lot of things ( most of which he’d openly admit ) but he wasn’t unreliable. if he told someone he’d do something for 20$ in an hour and he realized there was a whole other thing that needed to be done first, he might take the whole damn day to do it but he wasn’t going to expect anything more than the 20$ he’d originally asked for and he certainly wasn’t going to walk away from the thing he’d promised to do.  he’d promised he’d help with a house here, pick up a shift at a bar there, and one thing led to another and it looked like he’d be in town at least a week, he knew if it ended up staying longer he’d probably have to find a place, but he hadn’t wanted to plan that far ahead yet… jensen didn’t like the prospect of staying places.

her offer for a shower had him much more surprised than he’d like to admit… especially considering he’d basically broken into her house, the one condition thing though caught his attention, and he felt his hands ball into fists at his sides, as if he was preparing to do something, but instead, he just nodded a little. ( it wouldn’t hurt to hear her out ) and if he didn’t like it… he could always just run.     still, the words she’d said had left him wondering, as much as he would love a shower ——- “ ‘m not cold ma’am. ” he added. as if to reassure her that if that was the reason she was offering food and a shower, he didn’t want her to feel like he was… some poor helpless soul.

he was like this by choice. he’d made his bed, he’d lay in it.      but she was nice and —— he’d be lying if he said he didn’t miss, houses. “ what’s the condition ? ”

What little knowledge Magenta had acquired from the werewolves in her life, like Cyn- her coworker, she definitely missed the part about them being immune to the cold. She shifted awkwardly at the fact. Her good deed seemingly pointless. “Well, I’m sure you could use something to eat.” Her shoulders raised in a slight shrug. They are regular food, that she was sure of but she still felt the need to add, “the cat is off limits.”

Though he seemed flighty and well- quite content with his current living conditions- he queried further. Which meant he was considering it the proposition. “I need to make sure, for safety purposes, you’re not the wolf that’s been killing and abducting people. A simple truth spell.”

Mid suggestion Jinx had given up on her charge. Making it a point to trot away disapprovingly.

“It’ll only allow me to ask you one question and then you’ll be back to normal. No harm done.” She reassured him. There was honestly no reason not to trust her- in her opinion- not like witches had a vendetta against wolves. Their real beef was with humans.

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[magenta-the-witch]

rouges-j‌:

( he hadn’t tried to get into the house how would he know that ) but he doesn’t dare make that statement aloud, instead simply hopes she —- gets it from the fact that he’s staring at her with an absolutely bewildered expression on his face, half reading duh everyone puts better locks on the house and the other half saying something more along the lines of how am i supposed to know that.      there’s a more instinctive part inside of him that jumps at the opportunity to ( attack ). despite the familiar around, he could probably win here. witches were dangerous, but he was scared and fast both of which were things were probably best avoided when it came to predatory animals. 

her second question leaves him trying to feel small though, as if the wind, and desire to fight his way out of this had died along with the idea of a pack.     “ don’t got one. ” he’s never had one, the first one he saw was a couple of day’s ago when the pretty red head had let him stop by the local packs bbq and pick up some free food. he’d never actually seen one in operation nevertheless had his own. he most certainly did not have a place he called home or ( one to stay with ). so jensen just shrugged. unable to figure out a verbal way to communicate that , no he wasn’t that lucky. 

“ just a couple ‘o day’s ma’am. hadn’t planned on stayin’ more than one, but got caught up in town for longer than i thought i would … ”

Her guard was unshakably high but she could feel the sympathy for him seeping in. He was the equivalent of a lost puppy. Except he was a wolf and they were bigger, more ferocious and could kill her if she wasn’t careful. Where most women Magenta’s age would get offended by him calling her ma’am she saw it as him being respectful. Which she considered a to be a good sign.

"Caught up how?” He was trespassing, on her property. Practically squatting. She figured she had the right to ask questions. 

A shiver ran through her body causing her to hug herself with her coat. She couldn’t imagine how cold he must’ve been. Considering there was no heater in the shed and the lack of appropriate clothing for the weather. Sighing, she could feel herself caving into her humanistic side. “How about you come inside and take a shower? That’ll help warm you up. And then maybe something to eat?” She paused, her index finger held up before she sternly countered, “but it’s under one condition.”

[magenta-the-witch]

lxcnewolfcal‌:

“That only works if the simple explanation actually fills in the gaps of the question being asked,” Cal told her, biting his lower lip. Her magic did make him uncomfortable, but as the conversation went on, he was more concerned with what was happening in the town. “But no simple explanation covers the details of this crime.”

“And how does it not fill in the gap?” Unless he knew more than she did nothing could justify his suspicion of the witches. “If this were another, less supernatural place I could get your confusion but we know very well the species of the town and their modus operandi and there is not a drop of evidence that suggests otherwise”

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[magenta-the-witch]

lxcnewolfcal‌:

“Right, because that whole ordeal means that the witches never do anything bad,” Cal rolled his eyes, just as annoyed. He shook his head as if her answer was totally insane. “Just killing someone doesn’t really get them back. If you really want someone to suffer, you make them live through something…like being arrested for a crime they didn’t commit.”

Magenta rolled her eyes. Her pleasant demeanor seeming to dissipate around the dark haired male. “Well shouldn’t you, as an officer of the law, abide to the Law of Parsimony. That the simplest explanation is probably the answer to the question being asked.” 

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[magenta-the-witch]

lxcnewolfcal‌:

“You don’t know that for sure,” Cal’s brow furrowed. He found it a little strange that the woman would bring up the murder and kidnapping out of nowhere - maybe this all was some sort of set up to make the werewolves look bad. “It’s not unheard of for people to stage stuff like that. It could be a witch who’s got a grudge against a wolf. Besides, magic is dangerous stuff.”

Magenta blinked, unconvinced that it was the doing of a witch. Mangling people were not their style. Besides that would require the work of black magic. Something that wouldn’t require great power but it was against the Witches’ code of conduct and has been for as long as Magenta was walking the earth. “Sure blame the witches, as if burning us at the stake weren’t enough.” She threw her hands up dramatically. “Seems like a lot of work for a grudge when they could just bake some wolfsbane into some cupcakes and strike at their weakest.”

[magenta-the-witch]

sugariiismsx‌:

▐┊█ 🍭 •.. “Magenta.” Sugar gave her a nod and a smile as she entered the room. She made it a mission to learn every witch under her charge. They may have had other covens, but Sugar was the council member. If one was to royally fuck up, it would be escalated to her and be brought before the council. All of the recent mysteries and uproar pointed to a wolf or shifter, but Sugar kept her eyes open for anyone. “I bring presents, as usual.” A box of candies from a recent trip to France. She passed them over before shedding her coat and putting it on the stand. 

     Nudity was nothing to her. She was rarely ashamed, and never found herself to be even slightly nervous around women. So she undressed easily and swiftly. Sugar put her clothes to the side. “And how have you been with all of… this?” She climbed onto the table, laying on her stomach.

It was safe to say Sugar was one of her favourite, returning, clients. Despite her stature- having such an influential hold on the town- she was always very down to earth and well.. sweet. Just as her name suggested. “Thank you” Magenta brightened, gracious for the gift. Carefully setting it down on the counter and making a note to tear into it later. 

Before she could leave the room to give Sugar privacy she found the woman already prepped and waiting under the freshly changed sheets. The good thing about being in the company of a witch was the freedom she had to use her power in excess. Reaching out with her mind she turned on the brunette’s preferred mediation music as her hands found themselves on the soft, smooth skin of Sugar’s upper back. Her pressure medium as she leaned into the kneading motions- an attempt to work out the stress knots that were embedded in her muscles. 

“Paranoid.” She answered simply. “I mean, do you guys have any updates? I signed up for the search party but what exactly are we looking for?” 

[magenta-the-witch]

lxcnewolfcal‌:

Cal glanced up at the woman, trying not to show his discomfort at the mention of magic. “I think I’d rather just let the picture send,” he grumbled, uselessly pressing a few last times on his screen. “Keep those incantations to yourself.”

“Wow there buddy, it’s not my kind that’s picking people off one by one.” Magenta defended. Obviously offended by his reaction to her suggestion- that was partially a joke.

[magenta-the-witch]

richmondparks‌:

“I like pretty rocks just the same,” he shrugged, his entire person going rigid at the mention of stripping right then and there. Richmond simply stared, blinking, his brain taking a moment to catch up with and weigh the risks of what was currently being asked of him. It would be a total waste to come all the way to the parlor and waste Magenta’s time only to not take full advantage of her massage know-how, so in the end, he convinced himself to force through his stubborn reservations and strip. 

The shifter was methodical about the whole thing, careful to fold his clothing and place it neatly in a pile, thinking more about the mechanics of his actions rather than the cool air raising goosebumps across his skin. When he was finished, he took his place on the table where the witch had gestured, subconsciously hunching in on himself to maintain some false sense of security. 

Magenta had given the recommended amount of time- and then some once she sensed his hesitation- before returning. Once his head was secured in the head rest, barring him for seeing her use magic she swirled her hand in the air hexing the bottle of oil so it followed her around as she moved. 

Simply willing the music to play made the cd played, on the opposite side of the room, switch on. Filling the room with soothing sounds of wind chimes and bells. Her soft skilled hands started where they always did- working on the trapezius muscles that spanned across his upper back. “So, what made you give massage therapy a try?” She asked conversationally.  

[magenta-the-witch]

Search Party

The window, for finding the missing human, had gotten significantly smaller-pushing the police to appeal to the public to help quicken the process. Despite not having personal ties to the missing person the humanity in Magenta was kicking in. Wanting to do her best to help she signed up to be part of the search party. Her assigned search area? The Stone Coast forrest that sprawled far and wide. 

Having picked up their maps, torch lights and walkie talkies; Magenta stood on the edge of the forrest with Lettie. A fellow witch who had taken great interest in Magenta’s absent father and the tales of his dabbling in dark magic. 

Magenta had adorned herself with a spirit quartz talisman that hung around her neck to boost the protection spell she casted earlier. Her hand instinctively reaching up and to clasp the stone as her mahogany eyes took in the dense, ominous greenery.  

“So how good are you at map reading?” Magenta asked, unsure of which way it was meant to be held.

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[magenta-the-witch]

one-eyed-alpha‌:

Quint was gripping the bed in an iron grip, growling here and there when some of the massaging got a little too close to some scars hidden under his shirt. “Its fine.” he replied with a stiff shrug, honestly enjoying being on the Council. He had been rather nomadic his whole life, jumping from pack to pack, leading some here and there…so it was nice to be a leader. And with wolves like Candy in his pack, he needed to make sure they were all safe and taken care of. “Uh…what do ya mean?” Quint asked, glancing over his shoulder at the woman.

Magenta lightened her pressure at his wincing. With how carefully she was tending to him she figured that his reaction was confirmation to her earlier suspicion. His answer with a question to her question sort of caught her off guard, “I- uh was just wondering if you had a preference as to which part you wanted me to spend the most time on.” Her skilled hands worked down the length of his spine. “Upper back? Lower back? ... Legs?”

[magenta-the-witch]

one-eyed-alpha‌:

Quint did his best to relax, exhaling slowly to try to get some of that tension out of his muscles…but when the woman’s dainty hands touched him he seemed to tense back up, teeth gritting as he glared down at the ground. “Work for the Council.” He replied bluntly, voice rough and almost sounding agitated as the woman tried to work his shoulders

“Oh, that’s great! Do you enjoy it?” Magenta felt like she should’ve known him, being a council member and all, but her excuse for not knowing him was that he was not the representative for her species. It was clear by his gruff nature that he was either a shifter or a werewolf but her money was on the latter. Her hands worked away at the balls of tense energy, pressing them into non-existence. With the added difficulty of his shirt getting in the way. “Are there any areas you’d like me to focus on?”

[magenta-the-witch]

richmondparks‌:

“Interesting,” he concluded once she’d given up on going through them all, pushing back the urge to run his fingers over the jagged edges. It all sounded rather dubious to him, but he was no witch so he trusted she knew what she was doing. She’d come highly praised, after all, it was the only reason Richmond even considered going through with something like this. Allowing a stranger to touch him? That was crazy talk. However, his mother had insisted he give it a go after a particularly rough shifting left him tense and achy. He reckoned she was just tired of having him complain tot her every time she phoned. 

“Yes, I suppose it is. Unless I’ve managed to block the last one out.” Richmond chuckled, his shoulder stiff, the joke a terrible one. He’d known it as soon as the words had left his mouth, but it wasn’t as if he could take them back. “Just…let me know where you want me.” 

“Yeah well, they’re just pretty rocks if you don’t charge them,” Or cleanse them. But this wasn’t crystals 101 so she refrained. She brought a hand up to her mouth with her chuckle, “well, in this town I honestly wouldn’t put it past you” It wouldn’t be the most unheard of thing. 

“Well, if you’re comfortable, I need you to undress from the neck down. If not I can massage you under your clothes.” She suggested. “Then I’m going to need you here.” Her soft hands, from excessive use of lotions and oils, patted the table that stood in the center of the dimly room.