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magicdwells‌:

“I wouldn’t have taken it, Salem” he insisted. “I’d offer to help look but… I’m working. And I don’t really wanna,” he ended with an exaggerated whine. “My house? Yeah, I can…” he sighed. What he wouldn’t do for his little sister was practically naught. It could be joked that he was whipped, but he’d looked out for her for so long that he didn’t know how not to. “So what’s this potion for? And why is it in a locket, of all places?”

Salem rolled her eyes, annoyed with her older brother, but not too annoyed. She could never be too anything with him, especially since he had taken care of her since she was little, and did practically anything she wanted. Doesn’t mean he didn’t get on her nerves though. 

“Stop wining, geeze.” Again, the Wixen rolled her eyes, taking a short glance to the couple who seemed to be eavesdropping on their conversation. Pulling Parish off to the corner, Salem cleared her throat. “It’s not a big deal, Parish. It’s just a potion I’m working on. It calls for the herb in the locket. And don’t ask me why mom put it in a locket, you know how she was.” 

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magicdwells‌:

Thankfully he was just giving the customers a check, and not in too-deep conversation when Parish’s little sister waltzed in like she owned the place. Just because Parish was the manager doesn’t mean she’d get special treatment though. “Yeesh, I know the one you’re talking about. But I’m pretty sure you had it. I don’t do jewelry, remember? It’s probably hidden with all your potions, got misplaced. You’re always losin’ stuff.” He grinned, knowing it was just the first jab of the evening. “You need the picture or something?”

Salem stared at him like he had just offended her in the worst possible way. “...” Shaking her head as her brows shot up, she disregarded that fact and pushed on. “I know you don’t do jewelry, you dork. I don’t have it though, I’ve looked everywhere.” The wixen huffed, placing her hands on her hips, and then deciding to cross her arms over her chest. She was in a hurry, and his snarky comments were getting on her nerves.  “I mean, yes, I want the picture. But there’s an herb in the back of the locket. A very old one, and a very powerful one, and I need it for a potion. I’m pretty sure you had it with you. Could you maybe look through your place?” 

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@magicdwells

Walking into the Bayou Barn Restaurant, Salem scanned the patrons, looking for one very very specific one. Catching Parish out of the corner of her eye talking to a customer, Salem made a straight B line for her older brother. 

“Parish.” She started, blunt as always. Having interrupted the conversation not even at the front of her mind. “Do you remember mom’s locket? The silver one that she always had with her? The one that dad gave her before you were born? Where is it?” Salem’s jaw clenched, eyes searching his. “There’s something in it that I need, and I can’t....find it.” 

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shardedsouls‌:

“As petty – and, thus satisfying – as that sounds,” the spelluser started to the stranger, her eyes falling to the bag that being shoved away before moving her gaze back to the other, “Why don’t you just put a spell on whatever you’re keeping it in so that they can’t get in? Seems a lot more logical and saves a lot more time – not to mention, I’m sure, resources that are harder to find.” River had never… partaked, per say. She had nothing against it – doing so would make her work with herbs extremely hypocritical.

Glancing to the strange beside her with a perked brow, the wixen looked her up and down before snorting softly. “Because that would make it less fun. And this place could use a little more fun, don’t you think?” Salem shrugged, zipping up her bag before crossing her arms, watching the kids disappear to partake in their soon to be ruined fun. “And besides, I was a dumb teenager too, you gotta mold the teenagers of today.” 

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bcautifullybrokcn‌:

Suddenly, the wolf wished that there existed someone else who could make sense of all this. Perhaps Lady Neal had better insight than him – then again, she was a shifter. Close, but not an exact match to their kind. A fleeting moment made him reflect back on the stories his mama told, the teaching his father gave. Why didn’t they ever talk about this?

Anger ran through him again, but he stemmed the flow before it became more than the flash of rage deep in his gut. His mouth opened as if to speak, then shut again. Elijah’s breath was caught in his throat. He didn’t like not knowing things. “I’m not sure,” he spoke, tone even as his gaze fixated on the place where she touched him.

Her hands were much softer than his; a bitter reminder of what he’d gone through. “Are you okay?” His voice matched hers, though for a very different reason.

“i’m okay.” She spoke in a strange sort of reassurance. She suddenly wanted to make sure he knew that she was okay. He seemed genuinely shook, as was she. What the two had just experienced was far beyond anything in this mortal realm, and for a moment there, it scared her. Whatever this was, whatever this imprint between shifter and non was, it was powerful. Powerful enough to cross between what was supposed to be, and what was not.

‘I still have goosebumps.’ 

Salem could feel his emotions more clearly, hear and comprehend his thoughts, nearly think about what he was to think, even before he did. Leaning against the wall, the cool wood against her back gave her a grounded sensation, keeping her from floating away all together. 

‘Are you okay?’

Salem was using this gift between them without even realizing now. Ceasing the vocalization of her words, and used her thoughts instead, knowing he’d be fully aware of every single word she said.

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bcautifullybrokcn‌:

Though the room around them felt like just another environment that pressed itself upon his tired shoulders before, the instant her fingers connected to his palm, everything seemed to melt away. The dull thudding in his head made way for a very new sensation, amplifying the prickling feeling of her skin against the werebeast’s. It was foreign to Elijah, having never even experienced this with those in his pack before, and the experience kicked his heart into second gear.

‘Yes. Definitely.’ While she reacted with something akin to fright, he was curious more than anything. Having only ever read about imprinting and knowing snippets from the connection his father once shared with his mother, he truly felt at a loss for words with the lack of knowledge he realized he really had all along. Closing his hand and flexing his arm muscles before opening the palm again, he mumbled, “That was… interesting.”

Salem looked down to her outstretched hand, trying to make sense of the world that had suddenly tilted on it’s axis. The euphoric feeling she had just experienced clung to her skin like smoke to wet hair, and she couldn’t help but wish she was floating in that mindset one more time. 

“Yeah...Interesting is a good word.” Closing her fingers one by one, she worried her bottom lip. Her voice suddenly felt so loud when spoken, as if it had been amplified just enough to cause some discomfort. Everything was confusing while also being jarringly crystal clear. The two were meant for something far beyond their two species, and no amount of magic could undo it. 

“What was that?” She nearly whispered, voice soft among the silence of the store front. 

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bcautifullybrokcn‌:

There was a split second where he looked at her as if she were unclean. Maybe it was a flinch that called back to his father’s teachings and that natural distrust for wixen. It wasn’t quite so unreasonable given the ancient jealousy between species; once human, they craved for power and were instead cursed, twisted with an affliction that only magnified on their rage. Elijah had learned from his time out in the wilderness to take kindly to the others’ gifts, but his own sour mood about the situation pinning this particular one to him didn’t sit well.

Looking between her outstretched hand and her features, the tall male finally sighed after what felt like hours. “Fine.” He shuffled a bit, shifting the papers to somewhat hold up in his already busy hand before offering the now-free one for her to take. If anything, it’ll provide a bit of hope that’ll ease her mind, therefore soothing the hurt in his. Momentarily relief was better than none.

The second his hand touched hers, Salem felt a sudden jolt of electricity course through her body. Every hair on her body stood at attention, and if anyone was looking close enough, they could see her pupils dilate. What felt like hours in her own mind were actually just seconds in the real world. Salem swore the air was lighter and the lights were brighter, it confused and excited her all at the same time. 

Clenching her jaw, the wixen steadied herself, shaking her head of the fog that crowded it. “I uh.” She cleared her throat, releasing his hand as she did so, and tried to put some space between them. 

‘Did you feel that?’ 

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martellhq‌:

Gage was delighted when another person in line didn’t react to the woman’s jape, so he turned to the stranger with a smile. “You must be a witch. Do you know their mothers because you’re older than you look? Cause you look too young to have a snot-nosed teenager,” he’d meant it as a compliment, and hoped she didn’t have a child that he just put down. “Is smoking moss like inhaling mold? I can’t imagine the taste, but they probably don’t know the difference,” he chuckled under his breath. The stranger probably had lots of good stories.

Salem stared at the male for a long time, trying to gauge if she should use the heel of her hand to push his nose into his brain, or if she should take it as a compliment. “Trust me, if I had a snot nosed teenager, you would know. Because they would be just like me.” She finally looked away, watching the teens rounding a corner out of sight, most likely to cash in and weigh their score. 

“I know their mothers because they come to the apothecary a lot.” Shrugging, Salem crossed her arms and let out a soft snort. “I would hope they’re not dumb enough to smoke the moss. I would hope they know the difference between weed and moss.” Glancing up to the tall stranger, she raised a brow. “You looking to buy?” 

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bcautifullybrokcn‌:

Almost indignantly, he huffed, “Don’t kid yourself, Frost. This is very real, and will always be present no matter how much you fiddle with the connection – the only reason you barely registered me before is purely based on my ability to clear my mind and not have unnecessary thoughts. Something you only learn from being in a pack.”

Elijah didn’t even want to consider what people would say if they found out that two opposing species were connected by this metaphysical red string of fate. He’s already had enough headaches today. The grip on his items tightened slightly at the direction. Eyes narrowing at the wixen, he spoke in a low voice that hid none of his suspicions. “Whatever for… ?”

“Don’t be dumb, Jett. You know what it’s for.” She stared at him, hand still outstretched, waiting for him to bend to her will and hand himself over. She knew he wouldn’t give in that easily, he never had. But maybe there would be a small voice, her voice, in the back of his head letting him know it was time to cooperate. 

Although in the grand scheme of things, this wasn’t going to work. There was nothing that could rid them of this destiny, she had told her so, yet she still wholly believed there was something she could do. 

Huffing, the wixen let her head fall back. “I just need it because it’s what links us both together. I’ll put a drop in, you put a drop in, and then I do my thing. Hopefully then whatever magic is going on, it’ll break it.” 

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bcautifullybrokcn‌:

“You’re telling me; I thought I knew everything about my kind, how we function inside and out.” It was an almost inaudible grumble, but it felt like it echoed between them in the otherwise empty shop. The day was starting to slip away and he was beginning to prefer the thought of having ignored her earlier snideness more; he could’ve been tucked away in bed by now. “I didn’t exactly ask for us to be joined together. It just… happened.”

The moment she brought up the coven and other werebeasts, he raised the hand with papers as if motioning to cut her off. “Don’t. Remind me,” Elijah growled slightly, partly unintentional, as heterochromatic orbs followed her motions, “Why do you think I was trying to remain quiet all this time? I… mm… your attitude made me slip. Just so we’re clear.” Lips pursed, unwilling to be truthful about how he was doing. “Yes. And yes.” The words had to be forced through gritted teeth. He wasn’t much for letting others in on his mental state. “I’ve just been going through some stuff lately, is all.”

“Well make it stop.” The witch said, her voice shaking, betraying her need to appear strong and unphased. “Or I’ll make it stop. There’s got to be some spell or potion I can do that’ll...I don’t l know. Block it, or get rid of it-” She was cut off however, when he raised his hand, causing her the blink while stepping back an inch. “Well it’s true. There’s got to be a rule or something against this!” 

Pacing the store, Salem began to busy herself by trying to find ingredients that could possibly block the kind of supernatural element that linked them together. Salem laughed however, arms full of wooden boxes and little glowing jars. “My attitude? Sure whatever.” Setting all of her goodies down on the front desk, she held out her hand. “Alright Mr. ‘I’ve been going through some stuff lately’, I need your hand. More specifically some of your blood.” 

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“Teenagers are so stupid. They try to steal weed off me, but they forget that I know their mothers.” Salem smirked to the stranger next to her, shoving her stash back into her bag. “Stupid punks. I put a spell on the ‘weed’ to make it turn into moss. So, you know-” She chuckled, shrugging her shoulders while slipping her hands into the pockets of her leather jacket. “-that’ll rain on their parade a little.” 

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bcautifullybrokcn‌:

It amused him to know that he knew the exact phrase to put the wixen at a dead stop. Of course, he knew the rather carnal thoughts they had for each other was mutual ever since his return, she just thought hers were to herself and her preferred implement for satisfaction when the desire came up. In fact, not only was he sometimes the initiator, but he’d sometimes egged her on because it provided a jumping point for him to ease tension. 

When she finally ceased, Elijah couldn’t help but smirk a bit as he looked down at her. Her inability to move him now that he was fully aware was certainly one way to make his day. Raising his full hands up innocently, he sighed. “Alright, alright. Voice only. We call this thing an imprint. I’m not sure when it started for us,” he turns around to face her fully as he goes on, “but the way it goes is that sometimes a werebeast becomes invisibly attached to a certain person. We begin to share thoughts, emotions, even have a gist of our whereabouts. Some say two linked minds become one and the same. Usually, we become connected to another like us or a shifter but… I guess this is an exception.”

“Imprint?” 

Never in a million years had she thought some moronic wolfy imprint would ever involve her and the one person who knew how to get under her skin. It wasn’t fair? She knew what imprinting was, she had heard many stories from other werebeasts that she had known over the years, but to think it would happen to her? 

“No, it’s not possible. You can’t imprint with wixen, that’s not how that happens.” Shaking her head, Salem scrubbed her fingers through her hair before pressing the heels of her palms against her eyes. “I don’t want you in my head, or to know where I am, I don’t even like you.” Taking in a deep breath, she began to pace around the store, muttering to herself about spells and potions that could possibly break the connection. 

“Not only would the coven not like this at all, but every werebeast in the town wouldn’t either. A lot of my customers are....are both of those things.” 

Pausing in her pacing, the wixen looked to the wolf across the room, feeling the electricity and tension growing between them. 

“Is that why I....?” She insinuated, letting the sentence linger between them. “and why I’ve been so tired lately?” 

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bcautifullybrokcn‌:

If Cyrus were honest, his time of year was spring; the animals were at their liveliest, flowers dotted every willing patch of ground, and he felt most at peace with rainstorms. Fall instead brought a dark cloud over his head, tempting him to recount a particularly nasty memory that he preferred to avoid altogether. Katsu always stuck closest to the witch at this time, and he did his best to remain bright at least in public.

The bobtail on the feline wriggled slightly, mildly annoyed at the situation but conveyed nothing else other than sulking behind her master’s legs. Clearing his throat at the fellow wixen’s next words, he tried to cover up a small crack in his voice. “Uh, we’re still not that… close, for that kinda stuff. I think that requires actually hanging with her and, like. Bonding outside of saying hi between classes and small talk about homework.”

Salem smirked, thinking of how he got like this whenever she brought up the Archer girl. He had it bad, and she liked to tease him for it. “This would be the best time to, you know, actually hang out with her, maybe?” She glanced to the witch to study his reaction, before continuing on their way down the sidewalk. 

Coming up to the delivery spot, Salem shifted her box to between under her arm so she could pull open the heavy wooden door in front of her. “Just ask her to go to the stupid halloween thing with you.” She spoke over her shoulder. “What’s the worst she can do? Say no?” Setting down the box by the door, she instructed him to place his box on top. “I’ll be right back.” 

After finishing the deal with her customer, she pocketed a little velvet pouch, closed together by a golden drawstring. Meeting back up with Cyrus, she tossed him a pale pink crystal and smiled. “For good luck. And also for helping me.” 

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bcautifullybrokcn‌:

“What can I say, ’tis the season,” he shrugged almost nonchalantly. Though Eli knew the line where his smugness ended and her puzzlement began, it was still quite a cocktail to have in this shared mind space. No doubt she wasn’t taking to the new discovery well, but he had been truthful; he didn’t know much about their condition. The ability itself was very different from the pack mentality he’d gotten used to growing up, for this kind of mind link was constantly there. It’d taken the past few years to figure out how to shove her thoughts away from his, to separate it and recognize his voice again – all processes Salem will now have to learn.

As she suddenly started to move towards the wolf-man, he tensed up. He’d never been keen on touch except for two occasions: killing and lusting. The fact that he knew her intentions were neither threw him off and his figure shifted forward towards the door a little as hands pushed against the small dip between his broad shoulders. “What, you’re not at least going to ask what this is about?” ‘Or how it works, or why you keep thinking about me late at night, or what the Hell this all means… ‘cause I’m not too pleased about any of this either.’

Color took flame to her cheeks, every hair on her arm raising in chills as his voice swirled through her mind, calling her out on thoughts she wanted locked far far away in the black void of her mind. Her movements faltered for a moment, hands disappearing from between his shoulders for a split second as she tried to process what was happening at the moment. 

“Get out of my head. You’re not supposed to know any of that. You’re not supposed to be in my head at all!” Irritation and scared confusion colored her voice as her hands returned to his back. He was heavy though, his taller frame and muscled build was working for him, and working against her. 

‘God, you’re heavy. What the fuck.’ 

Salem blew out a breath before pulling back her hands. “You have 2 minutes to explain what this is. With your voice. Not in my head. Go.”