witchcraft

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mapmcker:

         He knew there was a line between romance and platonic relationships, though he really didn’t know what would separate one from the other. If kisses and held hands weren’t it, then what was? He frowned, hummed and shifted until he faced Shin, his hand resting on his lap. Maybe he’ll visit the library later today and see if a book could help him understand.  ❛ So– I can kiss you now? Or… or would you prefer we were alone when we do that? ❜

      wouldn't he just feel burdened if shin put a label on them so shamelessly? he had no grasp on how much he knew, how experienced he was in ANY area whatsoever, couldn’t assume him to know this or that. ❝ why wouldn’t you? ❝ brows furrowed lightly, a playful pout playing along his lips. why would he care if anyone saw them kissing anyway? it made no difference, at the end of the day. ❝ people can see--- though i might get them jealous, keeping you all to myself~ ❝

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mapmcker:

           ❛ But… ❜ A distressed frown formed on his features his gaze flickering between the witch and the familiar still glaring and now dangerously mewling at the other. He whined again, placed a hand on top of the feline’s back in case Dar chose to pounce the other and turned back to Shin.  ❛ You have a point but— you are a witch. I don’t– think? Other witches can be familiars to anyone, witch or no? Why would you want to be my familiar anyway? ❜

      the cat received a scrunched up nose and lightly bared teeth, along with a click of his tongue. still, he soon glanced back at the other, offering a soft shrug and waving his hand in the air for a while. ❝ there’s no RULEBOOK for witches, the path is pretty vague. you can technically do whatever you want. ❝ another light shrug at that-- one of the things he LOVED about witchcraft; the freedom. ❝ ---because i like you and it feels right. ❝

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         ❛ Oh. ❜ He glanced at the journal from his lap and glanced at the lovers he spotted before, a light frown furrowing his brows together. They didn’t seem to be all that different from Shin and him, nor were they doing anything they hadn’t done either.  ❛ Are we not? Should I not do that in public, then? ❜

      all these questions. maybe he should get him a book, or offer his phone to let him roam the internet trying to figure out at least the very basics of romance. shin at least knew WHAT it was that he was so inexperienced with. once more, he cleared his throat. searched for words briefly and then released a SIGH. ❝ probably? it--- it’s more of a mutual agreement kind of thing? you can keep doing that, though, honestly... ❝

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❝  it is, ❝  he countered almost immediately, head held high in mild defiance and eyes narrowed lightly. the feline’s protests hardly drew his attention-- he could very well defend his position if push came to shove. besides, he knew BEST, being a rather experienced witch.  ❝  they’re not necessarily animals--- and they don’t have to choose a witch. plus you’re the closest thing to one anyway! ❝

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[ he's discovered laser pointers -- and just how fun it was to watch the cats chase around the red dot, promptly trying to contain his giggles until they burst out and he ends up almost rolling on the floor with laughter ]

      how ADORABLE. he watched from a distance, feigning to read in his grimoire and to take some new notes, instead wearing a wide grin that he had tried to no avail to hold in. if only he had a better grasp of his phone, he would take a video of the whole situation just so he could watch it when the other was out of his reach.

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[ sees other people holding hands and kissing in the park so after a thoughtful moment, he hesitantly links their fingers and kisses the corner of his lips and goes back to do his own thing after that ]

      he did NOT expect that, but somehow only managed to feel a little bashful when the other grabbed his hand, leaning a little after him once he pulled back from that hint of a kiss. it took only a moment to spot the lovers nearby and it had him clearing his throat, searching for something to say.❝ they’re— they’re… couple,❝ he offered somewhat quietly in a weak attempt at an explanation, but soon waved a hand somewhat dismissively and returned to what he was doing instead.

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[ accidentally falls asleep against him ]

      very carefully drags him into his lap and wraps his arms around him, bracing himself for a good while of not moving.

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mapmcker:

             He had alcohol before, probably. He had done a lot of  things before, probably, but none that he could recall or that he could safely say he would know. It didn’t leave him embarrassed as one might think it would or anxious, just left him feeling a little lost & confused when searching for his answer. He was old, older than he seemed with his seemingly naive outlook or softspoken words but with the tragedy that struck him, everything he tried or saw was something new, something he could explore ❛ I’ll get the alcohol next time. ❜ He offered politely, & actually meant it now that he thought about it, picking up things from the shelf that seemed or looked good just to share it with Shin. Taking another long sip from the cup, he felt his body shake at the bitterness that washed over him, causing Dar to mewl in protest & him to look at the plastic cup accusingly.  ❛ I mean– I probably had booze? Before, I just can’t remember, you know I feel… odd. Hazy? Is that normal? ❜

      he wasn’t a particularly good drinker, didn’t drink often and blamed it on his origin that he did not hold his liquor too well--- but his company seemed to be even more of a lightweight than he was. sometimes people did better than expected when drinking alcohol for the first time, though the question map posed had him a little concerned. witches were curious people, their magic something difficult to contain, and nothing that should be put on a leash in the first place. if HE preferred to stick to a safe limit or stay with other witches while drinking, he was certain that the other would be best of knowing when to quit. ❝ already ? ❝ he questioned with mild surprise, though decided to at least down the rest of his own wine. ❝ --- ah, you should stop once it feels too odd? drinking’s nice and all, but you should set a limit somewhere, right? ❝

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mapmcker:

            He wasn’t completely clueless regarding alcohol; he knew what it was, how it affected people & why humans tended to gravitate towards it but simply never felt the need to try it himself. Of course he was curious but having been alone for the longest of times or surrounded by people estranged to magic, he didn’t really trust himself to keep his powers in check or to remain completely neutral. It was easy to let his guard down around Shin; he was kind enough & friendly enough for him to feel safe to indulge in a little mischief.  ❛ Geonpae, then. ❜ He offered, leaning his cup slightly once Shin reached to bump it with his & smiling widely at his bright grin before he tilted his cup to his lips. The first thing he noticed was that the liquid was cold & fuzzy, the second, that it was bitter & sharp, leaving him with an odd impression on his tongue that had him grimacing but continuing to drink until one quarter of it was missing.  ❛ Ah. Bitter. People drink this regularly? It feels like it’d be better with some fruit. Refreshing though. ❜

      it was nice to relax like this every now and again, especially when it provided a chance to get to know someone a little better. a hand reached out, poking one of the kittens’ cheeks and running along its head for a few moments before he playfully poked its side, hoping to throw it off balance--- to no avail. instead, he glanced at the other, noted that he had taken a large sip and promptly decided to drink half of his own beverage in turn. ❝ i mean, not this one particularly, i guess. it’s not that expensive--- i like the sweet one better, too. i’ll get better one next time~ ❝ assuming there would be a next time, of course. a drawn hum escaped him, then, and he leaned his head to the side. ❝ so! you’ve really never had any booze before? what if i get you drunk and you embarass yourself? ❝

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mapmcker:

         The park was his home & he belonged to it just as much as every flower pushing through the ground did & he could feel life swaying in the warm May evening once he pushed his fingers through the blades of grass. It was healthy & happy & blooming & it made Map smile to feel it pulse vibrantly, made only more energetic with the other witch sitting next to him on the warm blanket. The cats were there – as they always tended to be – the old familiar, which he named Dar, curled in his lap & the nervous cat, Svita, pressed tightly to the side of his leg, peering over at it at Shin every now & again while the two unnamed kittens played energetically with the laces of his shoes. He straightened up once the other addressed him, gingerly taking the offered cup into both of his hands before he carefully sniffed the bubbly, yellow liquid inside. ❛ Ah. Alright, I trust you. ❜ He mused, smiling over it at Shin, tipping the glass before jerking it away.  ❛ Oh right. Cheers, right? That’s what people say? Ah– I’ll just… drink this. ❜

      he had had a feeling this would put both of them in the lightest of moods. it was easier to spend time with another witch, considering that the other probably wouldn’t find it odd that he preferred the park, loved staring at the sky and generally adored fresh air more than any pub or restaurant. he watched the kittens by his feet, tilted his head and wondered whether they’d manage to damage the laces permanently--- he didn’t feel like spending money on new shoes any time soon. then again, he also thought it would be all but mean to shoo them away. as the such, he returned a bright grin to the other instead, cup raised briefly before he snorted at the rather helpless ways map showed. ❝ geonpae, we’re i’m from. cheers works, though. ❝ --and with that, he gently bumped the cup against his company’s before taking a few sips from it and humming in approval.

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mapmcker:

               ❛ It is. ❜ He spoke a little softly, feeling somewhat cornered & defeated. It WAS his name, as strange as it was; no other seemed to fit, Giles certainly felt like it was several shades off of his entire being.  ❛ What kind of a name is Shin, then? ❜ He challenged, too stubborn to completely let the topic go as his eyes followed the movement of his hand, a confused expression setting on his features. He repeated it, more out of question then anything else, emphasising it with a shrug of his shoulder.  ❛ Yeah– there’s two more. One on the west side of the city, the other is in the shopping mall near the outskirts. Can’t forget the guy with the coolest charms, though. Do– Do you think you could show me how you make them? I’d love to learn. ❜

       ❝ it’s a THING, or, like, a profession or hobby or something. ❝ it seemed too much like naming your child WITCH or maybe HATTER or POLICEMAN. still, he would call him by it, or a nickname for it anyway. ❝ a korean first name~ and nothing anyone’s ever questioned, ❝ came his mused response, tongue peeking out quickly and briefly in a playful matter. the repeated motion earned a grin and a stifled chuckle from the witch, then, along with a light shake of his head. he evidently had NO idea what he was doing. ❝ mh--- maybe i should check it out, might be worth a shot. ❝ a small nod at that. ❝ i thought you had an idea about how to make them? it’s a bit trickybut i should have some stuff in my tent you could probably use. ❝

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       these days, he quite enjoyed drinking socially. admittedly, his travelling usually didn’t bring in many friends, but the acquaintances he made tended to suffice to share a few stories over some glasses of alcohol. he figured it would be fun with the mysterious witch, particularly since he wanted to gently coax out some more information about him. as the such, he had invited him into the park, sat there on a blanket with the other, along with a bottle of white wine and some bottles of beer--- the first of the which he had carefully poured into two plastic cups, soon offering one to his company. ❝ alright, ready to get going ? i promise it’ll be cool~ ❝

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mapmcker:

                ❛ It is mine. ❜ The soft pout deepened, the unexpected touch startling him softly & leaving him with a moment of pause, a hand rising and placing over the shoved shoulder. He was still so very new to humanity & touches were odd at times.  ❛ Um, the pet store is two blocks from here, between a coffee shop & post office. If you take the backalley to the right, there’s a short cut & the airport— ah. Right. The name. ❜ Sheepishly, Map scratched the back of his head, teeth sinking into his lip.  ❛ I mean yeah. I can tell you that, too. I’ll try better to remember yours though. ❜

       ❝ nah. naaah. ❝ a hand waved through the air, dismissively-- though the other’s statement was not as easily brushed aside, considering that he himself lacked even a surname. still, SHIN was more of a name than MAPMAKER--- and a given one, at that. he pointed at the other’s shoulder, as if to draw attention to the way he held it, finger circling through the air momentarily. ❝ ---- is there really a pet store ? because i was thinking about getting, like, a puppy or something. ❝ a few nods at that. ❝ be chill about it, no pressure to remember the guy with the amazing charms from that one time. ❝

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mapmcker:

             ❛ It’s not a nickname. ❜ A light pout formed on his lips, though his hand still waved halfheartedly through the air.  ❛ Just a name. Mapmaker. Or you know, Map. ❜ Shrugging, he offered a relieved smile once he reminded of his name.  ❛ Ah yes, like the bone. I should remember it next time but ah– I do have some memory issues though so forgive me if I forget again. ❜

       ❝ it’s not a first name~ ❝ a soft poke to his shoulder, more of a light, half-hearted shove than anything--- a means of emphasising that he was teasing him. ❝ why, can you show me the next pet store ? or air port ? hmm ? ❝ he snapped his fingers, then, soon pointing at his company. ❝ yep, i guess. ah, it’s WHATEVER, honestly. you almost got it right anyway ! ❝

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mapmcker:

             ❛ Sh– ❜ It was there, on the tip of his tongue, his NAME weighing on his lips but for the life of him he couldn’t remember how it ended. The excited recognition that at first coloured his expression turned into one of sheepish embarrassment & he lowered his pointed index finger, palm instead curling around his oversized sleeve.  ❛ Ah– I know your name, I swear. I can’t– ah, remember it? ❜

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      how EXCITING, to be recognised by a fellow WITCH-- of sorts. ❝ yooo~ ❝ he began, quite easily, swaying left and right softly, a hand soon waving through the air dismissively. at least he was HALFWAY there, right? ❝ nickname guy~ mapper or something, hm? eh, it’s shin~ almost had it. what’s up ? ❝

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mapmcker:

           Few things made him wonder about his past, really. Nova did, when she called him her brother in a broken voice and frightened eyes, Charlie had when she spoke of the city of London with wet eyes drenched in fire & starlight and now this witch did with his rather brief & casual but unnecessary explanation. He knew what he had meant somehow, but now he wondered whether he came from a long line of powerful witches as well & his thoughts of divinity were mere arrogance on their part or if he, & perhaps if her words were true, Nova as well, truly did come from gods in some far off world. A shiver shook him lightly, cold seeping into his bones as a gust of early March wind swept through the streets, disturbing the natural course of things & the other’s statement that would have usually gotten a chuckle out of him was met with a brief smirk. 

        Though, as with anything, Map managed to quickly sweep the feelings & thoughts under a pile of trivialities & the cold wind quickly dropped as well. His smile widened & he offered the other a light shrug, his arms dropping back to his sides.  ❛ Hey, if it makes you feel any better, I have no idea where I came from. ❜ He stated, quickly shuffling into his back pocket to pull out his wallet. Between paper bills rolled a small trinket, about the size & shape of a marble. White in colour with small grey  black spots drawing in depths, the trinket gave off a small white glow & as Map picked it up, a thin, light chain began to fall from it’s end.  ❛ Here. ❜ He offered to the other, accompanied by a friendly smile as he let the chain pool up in his palm before he outstretched it towards the other.  ❛ It balances out the phases of the moon. It can negate some of the effects of the new moon so it won’t leave you completely useless. & how much for the vials? ❜

      things never seemed particularly difficult to shin. naturally, he lacked family, lacked that sense of familiarity and the understanding of having someone to look up to constantly and without second thoughts--- but he lived without it. he was fine this way, could survive just fine. it seemed to hit a little too close to him for the other, however, the wind far from normal, his expression one that did not go unnoticed by one as empathetic as the witch. a low hum was given, a few small nods, a hand slipping under the table, conjuring forth a small crystal, white and orange, wrapped in string, warm to the touch, softly so, and gently moving to the palm of his hand. the offer of a trinket had him taken aback, however, and he was left to blink briefly, the energy it gave off more than pleasant, softly so, and he soon carefully took it into his hands, lips curved into a small smile, wonder sparkling in his eyes momentarily. ❝ that’s pretty cool, ❝ he whispered gently, soon glancing up at the other before he flashed a grin. his own hand was soon stretched out, offering the necklace it held in turn. ❝ take that, then. it’s soothing--- can’t sell that, it works too well and if anything, i’d end up making a fortune. takes AGES to make, too--- but it reacts to your mood. it’ll warm up your heart, so to speak. ❝ a few solid nods at that, before he tilted his head and raised an eyebrow. ❝ well--- honestly, i’d be fine with you buying me some lunch, that’s pretty much were my money would be going anyway--- and i’m pretty curious about you, to be honest. ❝

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flea--bag:

it wasn’t really a secret that he liked taking risks — but trusting almost every stranger was somehow a bit too much. not that he could not protect himself, that really wasn’t the case in is opinion, but even a wolf could not survive everything. nevertheless he raised his head, curiosity flaring in his dark eyes. ❝ what kind of favour? ❝  —  one could say he felt almost special at this very moment, being the only one that could help the stranger out. and how weird could it possibly be?  ❝ and what’s the reward? ❝

      of course, he was always taking something of a LEAP with strangers, requesting favours of strange nature, often seeming rather insignificant and ridiculous but indeed making sense to a WITCH. the other’s curiosity was well-founded. ❝ i’ve got this JAR and i need someone to carry it around and put some stuff in it, that’s all~ ❝ a bright smile at that, friendly and gentle. ❝ just stuff laying on the ground, nothing weird. it’s like collecting sticks on a walk, kind of. i guess. ❝ the matter of the reward had him raising a brow briefly. ❝ one of my self-made necklaces--- and a bit of money. say--- 30 bucks ? ❝