#* speaker - luca.

[calcmityys]

@hokuspocus // luca && haylee -  🧦 a half-asleep text.

[ luca : ] need. covfefe. 

[ luca : ] fuck. autocorrect. covfefe

[ luca : ] COFFEE. FUCKING COFFEE. 

[ luca : ] i’m too tired for this shit. 

[ luca : ] i’ll buy if you bring. 

[calcmityys]

@oftragxdy // freyja && luca

          demon deals. he hates them. never anything good to come out of making alliances in the dominion. yet his parents continued to do so, worse - they continued to send him in their place. the asshole he’s meant to be meeting today is already late, probably a power play, and he’s considering walking away. was whatever substance his parents needed for their fucked up plans really worth it ?? probably not. but sitting here was still better than having to face them empty handed. reclining in the booth, luca waves down a passing waitress to grab a drink....he’ll give it twenty more minutes. then he’s getting the hell out of here. 

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@hokuspocus​ // luca & haylee

          fingers are marred with dirt, jeans scuffed with stains, but he pays them no mind. his focus is on creating, on what rises out of the dirt. daisies. snowy white, sunshine yellow, forest green - blooming beneath subtle gestures and quietly muttered words. it feels...warm. his mind void of worry, pushing aside his concerns about esme - about his parents - about onyx peak. none of it matters; just this. a glimmer of life.  

          a crunch underfoot. he’s not alone and his focus is thrown; hands balling quickly into fists as he quells his magic. but the evidence remains. and there is a piece of him that cannot, will not, destroy it. back presses flat against the stone behind him, cold even through the thick shirt he wears and he folds his arms tightly across his chest. there’s a familiar flash of blonde hair and a smile forces its way onto his lips. “goldilocks.” mischievous grin masks the panic in his chest. “what’s a girl like you, doing in a place like this ??”

[calcmityys]

open: the white swallow // @calamitousstarters​ 

      “sorry, sweetheart, i only do private performances.” the apprentice chuckles, leaning against the counter. it isn’t his first time being asked this question and given where they are, he can’t blame them for trying their luck. but luca prefers to play the game; putting it all out there isn’t really his style. so being one of the many acts on the main stage, or satisfying guests on the third floor, has never been an inclination for him. he’s happy behind the bar, letting the performers have their time in the spotlight. “i can make you the best drink you’ve ever had though.”

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@hokuspocus / luca & haylee

         it shouldn’t bother him as much as it does. shouldn’t be eating away at him, worry gnawing at his bones. yet somehow, his mark has begun to matter far more than she should. this won’t end well. burying the thought, he focuses on the anger at the surface - the image affixed in his mind, of the ring. of her - powerful but breakable - training with a vampire of all things. were they allies now ?? friends ?? more...?? he blinks, shaking his head. it’s none of his business what they are to each other. but...her safety is important. 

           important enough that he’s at her apartment door, knocking louder - more urgently - than necessary. “haylee ??” no goldilocks this time. playfulness utterly absent from his tone. “you home ??” 

[calcmityys]

luca: one thing you love?

     well wasn’t that the million kochba question ?? logic told him his family. he was supposed to love them wasn’t he ?? yet the same logic reminded him that they thought he was an embarrassing waste of space. there were people he cared about...esme, haylee, freyja...but love ?? can he really say he knows what that feels like ?? “uh...burgers. burgers count right ??” 

@hokuspocus / @oftragxdy / @sirenxsong

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@calamitousstarters​ / the old hideout / luca & anyone

         he has every intention to go home - or even to go to that vampire’s party. at least that might brighten up what had turned out to be an unexpectedly dark evening. of course, his best laid plans never did tend to work out. instead, the stupid sense of obligation to look out for and protect haylee, of all people, is enough to derail that. he tells himself its just because of the orders - that it might make her trust him more and in turn achieve what his parents want. but even he’s not naive enough to believe that’s the real reason. 

        so he’s going - to investigate whatever this next game the commander wants to play is. torn between a rock and a hard place, putting her at risk or leaving her with the demons, luca reluctantly brings freyja along for the ride. at least they both wear unknown faces, perhaps that will keep her safe to some extent. that’s the hope. 

           a hope that is quickly proven futile.

    an abandoned building, riled up creatures and...an explosion.

            the force of the blast is enough to knock him off his feet, but the debris that should rain down on them is held at bay by the strength of esme’s magic. just another one of the many times the elder witch had saved his ass. 

     “fucking hell.” the man grimaces, pushing himself back off the ground. the hands that dust off his jeans are all too familiar. the glamour was gone then. glancing around, he turns his attention to someone nearby. “you okay ?? you’re not hurt are you ??”

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@hokuspocus // haylee & luca

          he’s left both his companions for the night - freyja and esme - in the company of friends. or in esme’s case...ex-girlfriends. and has a moment enough to search out a particular witch among the theater-goers. flaxen curls capture his attention first, eyes falling on familiar features. for a minute he forgets himself, forgets that he has had esme cast a glamour over him, and makes his way across to the shaman. “goldilocks-” he says brightly, allowing himself to steal a quick glance over her dress. damn, dubois. “lemme get you a drink.” his smile falters briefly, brows furrowing. “i don’t know about you but i could use something to take the edge off after that....” he hesitates, gesturing towards the stage. “whatever that was.” a hauntingly accurate depiction of his own circumstances ?? no thanks. he’ll take vodka.