❝ 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚖 / 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛...

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&&. (   necromantiia ---

   oh, but he was sorry. he could not express how sorry he truly was, and he wasn’t certain he would be able to. maybe! just maybe they could look past it; this was not anyone’s fault. he wished to tell tarik not to respond, leave it in their past, though he beat him to it…kiss included. he’d kiss him eagerly in return, when nudged out, and so quickly, he would groan ( soft ). 

    ‘— heights?’ he was growing suspicious, brows knit close and a half-smile growing before he would finish. ‘I cannot say I am.’ he thinks, he’d like to think. he’d grip onto tarik’s hand as he is lead, though suspicious he was also excited. ‘details, dear, details.’ 

his sporadic nature is both his strength and weakness--a POOR PLANNER for long-term events, but absolutely amazing with coming up with something on the spot. Tarik grabs Nadav but the hand, kissing the back of it gently as he pulls him along, headed toward seemingly nowhere. for all he cares, he could go to NEVERLAND with Nadav--keep them there forever, safe, alone, LOVED.

           just the two of them-----

      but he has an actual destination in mind, pulling Nadav along cheerfully.      ❛   you’ll see when we get there, love. wouldn’t wan’ t’ ruin the su’prise for you, yeah?   ❜       

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the garden inside of you is dead and all that is left is a decaying silence.

an excerpt from my upcoming chapbook | a.h. (via sqrgents)

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i got so good at pretending to be okay, i was almost convinced that i was.

Kai Masa

(via wnq-writers)

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&&. (   feathertricked ---

                ❛   powerful  magic   is  an  understatement.  try  an  evil  hybrid  or  letting  people  actually  pass  through  you.  the  options  are  endless.   ❜

      ❛    aah, that’s... e’en WORSE then, innit?    ❜     he cocks his head slightly, trying to process the thought. the fact that there was such a thing as “evil magic”. considering the only magic he’d ever encountered was used to clean the house or help the garden, Tarik can’t really wrap his mind around bringing people back from the dead or any of that.

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╰ ❝ 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚙 →  tag dump!

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&&. (   necromantiia ---

    oh — what was not intended was to bring tarik d o w n, to make him feel like he “messed up”. there were many times when nadav spoke what came to mind first and not thinking it over before blurting it out. now he made the one better person in his life feel as if they did not try hard enough, and nadav did not want that. 

    ‘dear,’ his tone softer despite the sarcastic tone it just carried, though now he was at loss for words; could be his body and mind distracted. the affections were welcomed with a smile and a soft sigh - he was defeated, a weakness found. ‘– i’m sorry.’ he’d whisper, his hand reaching down to lightly take hold of tarik’s. ‘you don’t need to be.’ 

regardless of Nadav mentioning it or not, with his tone or with his words, Tarik felt like a DISAPPOINTMENT anyways. he knows he’s done wrong; knows he hasn’t tried his hardest  ( or he has, he just hasn’t produced the correct results ).  he feels his heart skip a hard beat as Nadav’s palm presses to his own, fingers twining together. he brings their conjoined hands up to his lips and kisses the back of Nadav’s hand.

              ❛   you’re beautiful,   ❜       he confesses softly, leaning forward and pressing their foreheads together.      ❛   you shouldn’t be s’rry either. not YOUR fuck up.   ❜       he kisses Nadav deeply before an idea slides into his mind, tugging Nadav out the door.      ❛   come on. I’ve another idea--y’ ‘fraid ‘f ‘eights ‘r anythin’?   ❜      

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&&. (   necromantiia ---

   mcdonalds - 

    possibly the one place nadav would never be seen in. good thing he did not dress up. he just ( really ) didn’t know what to make of that reveal. ‘the fast food place?’ a mixture of disbelief and confusion, he THINKS it was the fast food place; something nadav never eats. ‘I cannot say I have ever eaten there,’ and, he doesn’t think he ever would, ‘sounds…lovely.’ pure sarcasm. he KNOWS tarik doesn’t have a lot of money, and he was a bit of a…poor planner, but! he would try his hardest to make for them spending time together. 

    oh god. Nadav must be so disappointed. Tarik had been so excited to take him some place interesting and magnificent, but now he’s ruined it all with his head in the clouds and being generally shitty like he is. ducking his head, Tarik holds onto Nadav’s hip hard as he presses a kiss to his cheek.

               ❛   s’rry, love... I TRIED,   ❜       he whispers; gods, he really tried, and he fucked up like he usually does. he presses kisses down Nadav’s cheek, down his jaw, down his neck, fingers finding skin just beneath his shirt and playing with his hips.    ❛   I’ll make it up to you... PROMISE.   ❜      

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&&. (   hexedove ---

“Much.” He gnaws on the nail of his thumb as the other continues. He pauses to respond. 

“Lucky you. If I was more comfortable with change I’d probably want to go into retail, but I don’t always do well in new environments so I can’t really take the risk.” 

       Tarik just shrugs. coming from rural UK was quite a big step, and now he’s here--American city life. he misses trees and water and fresh air, but sometimes he can get that on the outskirts of town and in artificial parks. it’s the closest to home he can get.     ❛   I try my best to do anything. haven’t got much offa CHOICE, bein’ who I am, y’ know? ya jus’ take it as it comes.   ❜     

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&&. (   magicaladept ---

      He really thought that Tarik would turn him down, but now he’s smiling lightly and starting the very short trek across the street. He’s quiet the whole way over there, more so because he’s thinking about what’s in front of him. Maybe this is the strange inner workings of fate. After all – he didn’t even have to bump into the guy to start a conversation.

      When they make it inside the sub shop, Q nods his head over to a free table and grabs two menus as he does so. “ Anything look good? ”

      it’s not like Tarik has much to do today, and he’d hate for someone to sit alone  ( actually, maybe he doesn’t CARE; maybe it’s just out of courtesy and curiosity ).  he walks silently next to the man, trying to figure out what exactly he’s thinking, what he wants, what he... NEEDS perhaps.

   he looks up at the menu and shrugs.     ❛   not much offa sub person meself. SALAD might be nice, jus’ somethin’ simple, y’ know?   ❜    

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    ‘why can’t you just give me a hint? I could have dressed for the wrong occasion.’ for someone who was as old as nadav, he clearly did not understand the idea of a date. it was supposed to be a surprise. somewhere along the many centuries he has lived, he did not get the memo. regardless, he follows hand in hand with tarik all while trying his hardest to remain from groaning. he was thrilled! he was excited! he was just being completely stubborn

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        for as long as Tarik’s been dating Nadav, he’s gotten exactly ZERO dates correct in the sense that he’s pre-planned properly and actually executed it exactly as he’d planned. 932842340% of his dates are unplanned. originally, Tarik had been thinking of maybe taking Nadav to some place nice, but he really couldn’t afford it, and he didn’t want Nadav whipping out his wallet for anything.

                ❛   ah----how’sssssss........ McDonald’s!!   ❜      

                                  officially the WORST BOYFRIEND of the century.

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Jonah chuckles at his response. “I feel like GOOD PEOPLE are more likely to be tea drinkers.” 

He shrugs, a sign of surrender. He accepts that he may never have any idea where he knows this guy from. He is pretty sure he’s never gone into a cafe in this town. 

“I work at Starbucks so I thought that you might have come in once or something.” 

     Tarik laughs at that, mirthful and light.     ❛   mhmm--that is. grew up drinkin’ it. COFFEE was harder t’ get, but we ‘ad plenty o’ flowers an’ stuff, an’ it’s gentler on the stomach, yeah?   ❜       

     he nods slightly, recognizing the brand.      ❛   yeah--used t’ work at STARBUCKS as well, but I moved to a local cafe more recently. liked th’ aesthetic better, y’ know?   ❜      

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&&. (   magicaladept ---

      Part of the reason he disappeared into this stupid mind numbingly dull world was to avoid magic as much as possible. But he’d followed the thrum. After all – if there’s one thing he learned from Emily it’s that he didn’t want to leave his magical world completely behind.

                 He should go back to the office.

          “ I mean – I haven’t eaten yet. ” He looks to his right, a sub shop just across the street. Great. Convenient. “ Want to join me? ”

        there’s a HESITATION in the man’s, and Tarik’s curious about it. with a shrug of his shoulder and casual smile, he nods.      ❛   sure. why not? better t’ eat with company, yeah?   ❜       granted, whether that company was PLEASANT or not was a different story. as far as Tarik could tell, he made Quentin incredibly uncomfortable for some reason.

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He lingers, memory searching for even the vaguest hint for an answer. He looks very familiar, perhaps to someone in his past? Or maybe they passed one another once before. 

“Are you a coffee drinker?” 

        ❛   er... sometimes. more of a TEA person meself--but I work at a cafe if that’s anythin’.   ❜       it’s odd to be under this kind of scrutiny, and Tarik wonders vaguely if this person is just trying to spark conversation to spark conversation.

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      He should probably just say yes and bolt in the opposite direction, but it’s the MAGIC coming off of this space that attracted him to the area in the first place. He can feel his own power vibrating beneath his skin. He wants to approach it, to know why there’s so much POWER right here, but he’ll keep it to himself for him.

                  “ Not really – you know. Lunch break. ”

   Tarik just awkwardly takes his hand back, fingertips feeling a static in the air, and he knows it’s not just from the tension. he’s not a powerful witch, nor one who really knows how to control his magic well, but he can definitely IDENTIFY someone with similar blood.

      ❛   ah, must be nice.   ❜       he’s unsure of whether to address the magical issue, standing with his hands dug deep in his pockets now.      ❛   well----shouldn’t keep you then, yeah?   ❜      

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      He stops dead in in his tracks, almost wishing he’d gotten far enough away that he couldn’t hear the other call after him. But no, something shakes him to his core that turning around is the right thing to do right now. Eliot would call it some kind of fate – and then laugh at the irony of fate being attracted to any of them.

       “ Quentin. ” He calls back, still a good distance away from the other, but not trying to turn away again. “ What’s yours? ”

        there’s MYSTERY shrouded around the two of them--Tarik keeping in all the secrets he usually does; this guy being... ODD, trying to avoid a stranger he doesn’t know. Tarik approaches him with slow, cautious steps, as if the guy were a cat about to dart away. what was it about Tarik that has this man so scared? is it fear? maybe it’s just... disinterest.

       ❛   Tarik----   ❜       he holds out a hand.     ❛    y’ in a rush?    ❜      

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His feet come to a halt. Blue hues flicker to the floor as the stranger moves the box from his feet. His gaze rests on the other’s countenance. Hesitance holds his tongue captive for a moment as he debates two options in his head. Finally, after a few passing seconds, he decides to speak. 

“Do I know you? You look familiar.” 

          Tarik actually pauses for a long moment, staring at the stranger. to his knowledge, no. this guy doesn’t know him. maybe he’s seen him around or something  ( Tarik’s prone to LONG WALKS around the city ),  but aside from that, he doesn’t know at all. he gives a small shrug and shakes his head.    ❛   don’t think so, mate. I walk ‘round sometimes, but I haven’t th’ foggiest.   ❜

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       “ It’s a dangerous place that’s all – ” Julia had said there was a safehouse close, but fuck he hoped he hadn’t run into some hedge witch. He didn’t have the time. Or the patience. Or the care. He just wanted to…get back to his stupid dumb unimportant life.

                        “ Sorry to bother you. ” This conversation is probably better ended, so Q will just…start to walk again. A small smile and he’s off, trying to save them both the trouble of being anywhere near something that could kill them.

      Tarik can’t help but SMILE a little bit, grim and wistful. it’s a dangerous place. the world’s a dangerous place, if they’re being non-specific. there’s really no safe place for Tarik. his own body is A TEMLE OF DESTRUCTION, hellbent on destroying him  ( damn curses ).  there’s something in Tarik that feels like this guy’s hiding something; well... it’s not like the guy made it discreet or anything.

      ❛   hey! what’s your name?   ❜