[✹] Make a W I S H~

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.curtainedknives.

He hadn’t meant to make such a noise, especially in a place where such a thing was taboo… but when Rha’bn had gotten a little antsy inside the inner pocket for an unknown reason, it had become difficult to keep him hushed. 

Eventually it seemed Rha’bn had become besides himself with irritation, expanding his feathers out directly into the bare underarm’s of his master; the conclusion was simply that Salim had erupted into ticklish laughing. The bird had already been seized by hand, silencing the laughing just as a neighbouring gent had begun to reprimand him.

Offering an apologetic smile, Salim bowed his head gently. 

“My apologies!”, he whispered, “I’ll do my best to not disturb your… reading”

With that, he returned his bright green eyes to the small companion fidgeting within his fingers, rubbing gently, soothingly at the feathers hoping to calm him. What had made him work up so suddenly? It had been like he’d sensed something irregular around him and was trying to warn the warm-skinned man that was his home. 

“My friend here doesn’t usually act up… he apologises too”

“Ah...”

He had assumed that the giggling was because he had read something humorous, not because there had been something squirming inside of his coat. Leaning forward in his seat and setting his text aside, the djinn seemed amazed. His awakening wasn’t recent and there was still much he needed to learn, but he had yet to meet someone that kept a bird in their clothing. It seemed uncomfortable, but he wasn’t one to judge.

“It’s quite alright. I didn’t realize you had a companion with you. Are you sure he’s alright? I always thought it was best to trust an animal’s intuition.” He leaned a little closer, a finger moving towards the bird out of curiosity.

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whoops. thought i could handle putting godwyn in the group verse but i keep forgetting he’s in it, and sanji is too distracting. sorry to anyone i made starters for.

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.outjinxed.

        something tickled the back of her mind, telling her to turn around – that she was being called upon. when she realised that she was, the earbud that nestled comfortably in her ear was taken OUT. wrapping the cable around her index finger, she quirked an eyebrow at the bottle.

        “ are you giving this to me? ”  she was never one to look a gift horse in the mouth, slender fingers GREEDILY reached for the water before STOPPING abruptly, second thoughts bubbling to the surface.  “ are you sure? it’s not been poisoned, has it?” 

He was relieved to see that she wasn’t afraid to take it, but the feeling vanished when her hand came to a stop. A tiny part of him wanted to place the bottle into her hand and be on his way, but her question had him doubting; not that he had poisoned it, but that something may have been placed inside long before the cap was screwed on.

Frowning, the man reeled his arm back and glanced down at the crystal clear water inside. “I don’t think so? I can try it for you if you want to be sure? I’d hate for anything to happen to you.”

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.gamenu.

         “Tha’s yer impor’an’ question? Dude…a meme is like an online joke. Yer takin’ somethin’, an’ makin’ fun o’ somethin’ else.”

“Yes! It’s important to me!” He released a childish whine and slumped in front of her. “So it’s a joke? But I thought jokes were supposed to be funny. How is a mim funny?”

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A relationship between an immortal and a normal person who reincarnates each lifetime.

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.shrapnelsong.

     “You’re not dying.” She reassured him gently, adding some leaves and spices to steep in a mug for him. “It’s a cold.” Walking back to where the Djinn was seated on her couch, the young white witch tugged the blanket draped over the backrest to wrap around his shoulders. 

Gingerly touching a finger to his skin, she drew a rune between his collarbones, which drew from her magic to allow a soothing warmth to spread across him. “With rest and lots of fluids, you’ll be all better in a few days.” Smiling, she took advantage of the tall man being curled up into himself and gave him a little pat on the head. “I’ll give you a little extra help too.”

“But what if I am? You know my kind aren’t immortal.” He nearly gagged on his own words his nose and throat felt so clogged, nostrils collapsing inward as he sniffed deeply and grossly. The warmth of the blanket she settled over him was pleasant and eased some of his shaking, but it did nothing to console him. Colds were as old as history itself, and he was familiar with the symptoms and how they had taken their toll on the bodies of the people he knew.

Medicine back then wasn’t as potent was it was now, and so he assumed that he was headed for the same fate as those that couldn’t cure themselves. He was going to die, slowly and miserably and —— oh.

A shudder touched at his inner flame, the small rune she dragged across his skin bringing in that last bit of comfort he needed. His heavy breathing stopped and his nose ceased its constant sniffling, but he was still pale and sickly. Looking up, he grabbed at her hand.

“Thank you, Alice. But, in case I do pass on, I want you to have my bottle. Take care of it.”

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✹ @gamenu | starter call

“Excuse me, young miss. I hate to bother you, but I have a very important question.      What... is a me.. meemee? Mehme?”

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.vorxkoroleva.

A brow was raised at the man’s sentence followed by his even more bashfulness at his own question. What a strange one, he was. Then again she was scurrying around in this library, pulling books at what it seemed in random intervals. So her target was busy at the library and it was wasting both of their time. Time he could have spent dead and hers she could have been deposing of the body and then going out for a shopping trip to replace the blood-stained clothes.

But he had to make things difficult…like when he disappeared from her radar in Puerto Rico in 1964…but that was all behind them. 

“Not particularly, unless you got any suggestions.”

“I may, if you’re willing to tell me what it is you’re doing. I didn’t mean to intrude, but you were grabbing books and it didn’t look like you were actually reading them. If there’s a text in particular you’re looking for, two people finding it may get you the results you want faster than you working alone.” He cleared his throat in an attempt to ward off his growing awkwardness, but it did nothing. Shifting and rubbing at the back of is neck, the silver-haired man diverted his gaze to the stack of books she had collected.

People were far more eccentric now than they were before his incredibly long nap, and he was finding it hard to understand why they did certain things. He supposed she was allowed to take as many books as she wanted for whatever reason, but he was too curious and too confused to sit back and watch silently.

“Unless you’d rather me leave you alone.”

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.yxsashii.

      Big hues shinning with excitement and child-like wonder, watched the beautiful sight before her; how the water glittered in the sunlight as the pleasant breeze licked along her pale skin like a tender touch from an invisible hand that spoke of safety and love. It was really a gorgeous day, a day where the nurse was free to do whatever her big heart desired, and this right here, was where her graceful legs had carried her.

The sudden question made the cherry hues focus on the man as surprise briefly graced her soft features before they morphed into happiness.

“It really is..” Aiko spoke gently with a warm smile directed at the stranger as she walked closer, silently accepting his invitation to join him. It really did look relaxing and nice, so the nurse simply couldn’t resist as she slowly sat down before dipping her small feet into the water with the smile still gracing her plump lips. 

Focusing on the man beside her, Aiko enjoyed the feel of the water. “It’s always nice to meet someone new. I hope I didn’t disturb you..”

“You haven’t disturbed me, miss. It’s nice to have company, even if it’s a stranger.” He gave his legs a little kick, clear waters retaliating with a larger splash. The stone became dark and damp, as did the rolled up hems of his slacks. An amused chuckle shook at his tiny shoulders; seemed it didn’t bother him in the least that his clothes were flecked with sea water, and why should it? He couldn’t consider himself a sailor if a couple of piddly drops bothered him.

A second glance in her direction gave him the chance to admire her features, chilly gaze finding her brilliantly colored eyes. He gaped with genuine awe, eyes wide and fluttering. 

“Oh, wow. You have really pretty eyes! I don’t think I’ve seen anyone with that color before.” The man gave his head a small tilt and seemed flummoxed for a moment. “Wait, I should have asked for your name before I went and said something weird like that. I’m sorry.”

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compliments;

godwyn is very open about giving compliments to people. it doesn’t matter who you are ( or what you are ) he will find something worth admiring and tell someone he likes it. he doesn’t realize that it can come off as flirtatious, since he can’t flirt to save his life, but thinks of it only as something nice to do for someone, especially if they look like they’re feeling down.

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✹ @shrapnelsong | starter call

How strange; his nose was dripping, his throat felt unpleasantly sore and his joints felt like they were creaking. Overall, he felt HORRIBLE. Never had his body felt so broken and weak, and never had he felt so scared. What was wrong with him? He sneezed, loudly and obnoxiously, his whole body shivering even as he wrapped his arms around himself.

“I think I’m dying.”

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pent up wishes;

because he’s been asleep for so long, his duties as a wish-granter have been building up. unable to fulfill his purpose, he has no choice but to grant the wishes of people he hears making them whether or not they’ve summoned or bound him. the results have mostly been good ( lots of people asking for food, luck, small things ) but there have been a few nasty wishes he’s granted, one of which he regrets deeply.

the urge will eventually pass, but it has yet to as of now.

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✹ @outjinxed | starter call

It wasn’t that big of a deal, but getting used to these vending machines was becoming troublesome, especially when they gave him more than he had asked for. The money he had slipped into the little slot was meant to only fetch him one bottle of water, not two. Feeling guilty, he had panicked and attempted to put it back. There was no returning it, however, and so the only thing he could think to do was approach the nearest person and awkwardly hand the extra bottle to them.

“I’m sorry. I received a second bottle that I didn’t pay for. Do you want it?”

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✹ @chaosandiron | starter call

“I know your face, but... your name eludes me.” He hummed, sharp chin grasped between his thumb and forefinger. The silver-haired man peered up at the red hair, red lips, strange attire. He was one Godwyn had seen plastered across town walls, his face gracing the fronts of wanted posters. The name printed on the bottom had escaped him yet again, but he blamed his awful memory for that one. Names were troublesome, not that he wanted to forget. Damned bad habits.

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✹ @vorxkoroleva | starter call

“You’re searching for something, aren’t you...?”

Surprise fluttered at the man’s fair lashes, as if he were stunned at his own brazenness. Staring, open-mouthed and wide-eyed at the redhead, Godwyn gaped. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to say that out loud! I was just thinking to myself, but I guess it slipped. But... was I right? Are you looking for something? If you need help, I would be glad to offer my assistance.”

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✹ @curtainedknives | starter call

Thousands of years had passed before his awakening, but several things had failed to change in that incredibly long stretch of time — one of them being the respect expected inside a library. Surrounded by books and silence, he was appalled when the man nearest to him shattered the peace.

“Excuse me, but I hope you’ll quiet down. I can’t read when you’re making a ruckus.”

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✹ @yxsashii | starter call

“It’s lovely, isn’t it?” A vague question, surely, but there were a great many things surrounding the man as he sat along the edge of the stony pier. The warm sun, the cool rush of the breeze and the water that lapped at his bare toes. Overhead, he could hear the enthusiastic trilling of seagulls. Behind him, the chattering of a busy fish market. All it made for a lovely evening, and one he couldn’t silently admire.

Feeling another presence, he opened his eyes and peered up at the woman. “Would you like to sit with me? The water is nice and cool.”