The Drifter

Cain de Garmo-- Aging -- 4/8 -- Wanderer & Photographer I was not burned at the stake, but the rocks and slurs did not hurt any less. They say words can never hurt you but they must not have met a witch before. Heaven

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[averylu]

He furrowed his brows even more at Cain’s answer, mostly because his nonchalance was slowly but surely starting to get on Avery’s nerves. “Should be—?” Letting out a small sigh as a sign of defeat, he slouched his shoulders and shook his head. “Fine fine, what am I supposed to do with it then? Can I even touch the box? Will my hands drop off or something if I do?”

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At the others last question, Cain looked to be geuinely in thought, as if really calculating the chances of Avery's hands falling off before an easygoing smile reappeared on his lips. "You'll be fine, it's not..radioactive, or anything of that sort. But if it'll make you feel better, I'll carry it inside for you." His voice was filled to the brim with mirth, eyes bright and teasing as he reveled in the smaller male's obvious distress.

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                 Tattoos, One of her bucket lists would be covered in tattoos but her aspiring profession wouldn’t allow it—Cosima promised herself to wait to paint herself with beautiful artwork that would be distinctive only to her. So far she only had a few tattoos that currently made her unique including her hair. Cosima stretched and yawned—Bored Cosima was hungry rummaging through her refrigerator nothing edible—Returning to her seat she admired the view but she was fidgety nothing was keeping her concentration.

                 Her experiments were being monitored, she was finished studying today and being a tattoo artist was packed with appointments that were later this evening. Cosima had three hours to spare. Wrapping her temperamental dreadlocks in a bun. She headed for the door only to be met a blonde male stranger. Cosima quickly gripped the gun that was hidden at her back carefully hidden underneath her jumper “Yes—How can i help you”

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The small panic with the door suddenly opening left Cain's senses sharpened. Feeling everything around him from the sharp and almost house cleaner smell escaping the woman's apartment to the freckles on his skin. Taking a deep breath, he gave a disarming smile, hoping to prove to the woman he was no threat as he noticed her tensing muscles and obvious distrust in her eyes. "Cain, apartment 543 here, word is you're the woman to come to if I need some body art done."

Truthfully, he had never been so terrified of any mortal but something about her, perhaps the way she stared at him which promised a bullet between the eyes if he so much as thought of doing something wrong or how her hands were constantly  jittery and searching for something to do. Or maybe it was the long pause between the two, Cain always hated uncomfortably long silences, they made him tense and that was the last thing he needed if Cosima were to agree to do this. 

[averylu]

[migrantwitch-blog]

Cain absolutely hated being woken so early in the morning as the dark lines under his eyes became obvious to even a blind man and his personality was not suited for public interactions. Never mind attempting to interact with strangers attempting to bang his door down like this one was.

The...

"Yes, it is a present." Ugh, human could be so abrasive when they didn't understand them. Looking the younger up and down analytically once he finally went silent, Cain figured he probably could not explain the origin of the Glow Cloud without another barrage of questions. With a soft sigh, he rolled his shoulders in a shrug. "Made it. Used chemicals, should be harmless, honestly.

[averylu]

There is naught but a simple black box at the other's door, glowing every color under the sky each time one looks upon it. Attached is a simple, rolled up parchment reading; "Here's a personal sized Glow Cloud. Welcome to the neighborhood. Cain, you can find me in apt #543 of you need anything."

"Holy shit," was all that slipped out of Avery’s mouth when he stumbled upon the glowing box in front of his door. With brows creased and careful movements, he slowly bent down to pick up the parchment and unrolled it to reveal the message. "The hell is a Glow Cloud…" he mumbled under his breath, frown deepening. He didn’t dare to pick up the box—what if it exploded upon his touch… Or expelled some sort of poisonous gas?! He quickly backed away at the thought and took another glance at the paper… #543.

It was a short but eager sprint, and he was panting by the time he reached #543. He swallowed down the lump in his throat and rapped on the door impatiently, steadied his breath for a moment before he hollered over the door. “Hi, hello! Excuse me, did you put some sort of radioactive bomb in front of my door?!”

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Cain absolutely hated being woken so early in the morning as the dark lines under his eyes became obvious to even a blind man and his personality was not suited for public interactions. Never mind attempting to interact with strangers attempting to bang his door down like this one was.

The shrill voice was not one here recognized and the blond was further confused at the words "radioactive bomb". Groaning softly as he sat up from the couch and made the short but treacherous trek to the door. As soon as he swung the door open, his face immediately soured and he leaned up against the door with narrowed eyes. He remembered this kid, he had given him his first successful, personalized Glow Cloud. For free, might he add! And now he was back her to return it? For shame. "You got my present, I take it?"

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» Having finally convinced his old friend to come and see his creation, Siwon was eager to get down and yet more work was brought in which left him tied down to his beautiful marble desk. Business deals, employment papers, schedules - everything needed to be approved, looked at with eagle eyes to see if he was not somehow being crossed - a tedious boring task which he had all to himself. In his mind, in silence, he hoped the other had is fun with the club, even more since the bill was paid by Pierre. 

» Once done with everything, pushing aside what would still wait tomorrow, Siwon stood up from his seat and once more pulled on his navy blue suit jacket - it fit like a glove and completed his outfit. With long yet elegance steps he was out of his work place, down the stairs and soon enough at the entrance of Elysium - the row of waiting people was as if ordered. Yet his ind was focused on finding his friend, wanting to see the witch have a good time at a place he had planned before falling into his slumber. Following the scent of his friend, still freshly tingling the vampires nose, the tall male found himself in the dance floor section and trying to spot the male - it was rather hard with the mass moving around. 

» “Ah,” he spoke, the sound swallowed up by the music as Pierre walked over to the bar and for himself ordered a small drink which would be a lot easier to push out of his system. A light tap against his friends shoulder gave him time to take in the mess he was in, the grin on his lips replaced by a cautionary hiss as his real name was spoken. “Hello there…enjoying yourself?”

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Bass booming in his ear. Various men and women alike asking him to dance only to drunkenly call him ridiculous names when he refused and yet, he could only keep his eyes on Pierre, a slow smile spreading across his lips as he set his glass down.

"Lovely time, Siwon, although some of your guests are...less than hospitable." Cain chuckled, voice soft in comparison to the music yet he did not feel the need to talk any louder, knowing the elder male would hear him regardless.

Taking note of the reaction to his real name, Cain made sure to check himself before he spoke the other's name, natural grin returning to his face as he turned fully to his now seated friend. "This place is amazing, especially since you only..arrived a short while ago. I've seen a fair share of people I'd be willing to take home with me tonight if I were interested." Cain chuckled, taking a last sip of his glass and shaking the slight effects of the alcohol from his body, thankful for this body's tolerance to both this and pain.

Turning back to the dance floor, the younger idly looked around, giving charming smiles and waves to those who happened to be staring. However, soft sighs escaped pierced lip as he ordered another drink and looked onto the crowd, returning the glares of what the blond could only guess were other vampires or important guests. 

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[floristh]

ANONYMOUSLY (OR NOT) TELL ME YOUR HONEST OPINION ABOUT ME. I CAN’T REPLY, JUST PUBLISH.

[migrantwitch-blog]

Normal's a very subjective term.

For some, a morning run is normal. For others, a weekly dance class is normal.

For Cain, it's vampires.

Why vampires find him so wonderful or think his blood is so delicious, he may never know, All he knows that at least forty percent of all vampires in Seoul have either visited his shop or attempted to break down his door and today happened to be the latter.  

Still exhausted from his week long all-nighters, Cain did not hear the ringing bell at first but onyx eyes flew open at the distinct Russian accent sounding from outside the door and he shot up, panicking and immediately looking for a way out before realizing he was five floors high and would definitely not survive that fall.

Taking a deep breath, the blond decided to play the dumb card as he opened the door, jaw dropping when he saw who it was and that plan immediately flying out the window as he should have five minutes ago. "Oh my God...you can't still be alive.."

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"Excuse me.." Cain muttered for the hundredth time in the last two hours, keeping his head down and glad he had worn a simple black on black outfit but cursing the existence of all button up shirts and the lack of circulation to his neck at this point. Pierre had invited him to Elysium and deciding it couldn't hurt, the blond mistakenly agreed and was now trapped between two voluptuous bodies grinding against him as he awkwardly tried to reach the bar. "Excuse me, ladies, you're lovely, but I do not wish to dance at the moment." 

No use, but luckily he managed to slip away when the song changed and damn near high-tailed it to the nearby bar. Face flushed and hair tussled, Cain settled for a simple rum and coke mix, desperately needing to loosen up before he starting flaying people with his mind. Taking a gulp of the drink the second it was handed to him, Cain nearly snapped as a supposed stranger tapped him on the shoulder. 

"Good God, what now? Oh, Pierre -- I mean, Siwon --, I didn't recognize you for a moment." 

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All of his tattoos were self-made, done with threaded magic and ink and healed with the essence of tigers. For this reason, Cain was nervous about letting someone else lay ink to his skin. Especially skin that was not his. However, a rather well-informed tenant had referred him to a woman named Cosima, only one floor above and apparently the best tattoo artist in the entire building. Tch, he wouldn't believe it till he saw it. The only reason he even desired help to begin was because this marking was too complicated for him to do himself; not to mention it was on his back.

Looking down at the slip and back at the door, the blond nodded. "630, this is it.." Hesitating for a moment, Cain considered turning right back around but it was too late as the door swung open in his face and a certainly...interesting looking woman appeared. Attractive, but peculiar, but who was he to talk?

"Fuck-- I mean, are you Miss Cosima?"

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