#boy witch

[monn1draws]

【ｓｍｏｋｅ　ｗｉｔｈ　ｔｈｅ　Ｄｅｖｉｌ】

[hot-boy-autumn]

“🔮✨”

[teawitch]

I don't know who needs to hear this but I've been reminded on a group that the deadline to register for Between the Worlds is August 30.

Home Page - Between the Worlds

(Posting because none of y'all on tumblr seem to know about it, even though I am not strictly speaking the correct audience.)

[maltcrescent]

Asleep During Assessment

please forgive him, he's trying his best to stay awake and learn

[maltcrescent]

Vertigo

witch boy captured D:

[maltcrescent]

Lost and Found

Told you the unmentionables were magical.

[drinkthehalo]

I saw the Boy Witch again last night.

It was the first time I'd seen Jordan Morley in the role since 2011, and the 13th anniversary of the opening of Sleep No More NYC.

It was magical. Jordan moves like a witch. Little movements of the hands, ways of floating through the space, supernatural.

Jordan finds so many moments of connection.

In May (?) 2011, Jordan's Witch drew me to sit with them at a little table in the lobby dining room, put a little milagro on a red string around my neck, and whispered, "Wear this always. It will protect you." (My memory of this is fuzzy, and I have other memories from this time that couldn't have been accurate, but I think this one is real.) I put the milagro on my bedroom mirror - it was a little hand - and it remained there for ten years, until I moved in 2021. Other trinkets came and went, but that one stayed, along with other milagros from Boy Witches, until they stopped giving them out a couple years later.

Why did I keep it there for so long? That moment of connection had been so beautiful. I knew it was a performance, I knew it wasn't "real," I knew it happened to whoever was in the right place at the right time multiple times per night. And yet somehow, in that brief moment, it had been so deeply moving and meaningful.

I felt it again last night. For the first time since my son was born, my back didn't hurt. I floated through the space like walking on air, like I was 13 years younger.

I've puzzled for so many years about why I am so drawn to the Boy Witch. Often I'd feel ashamed, wondering if it was something prurient, if I was just coming back to be flirted with by an attractive person who gets naked.

It came to me last night though, what's really going on. The Boy Witch is reaching out for connection. With these little moments of fun, and play, and teasing, and then these moments of great longing, of extended eye contact, of tears, of hugs.

He is a character who is cloaked in darkness, narratively an omen of tragedy and death, literally cloaked in the dark shadows of the McKittrick, and yet he reaches out through that darkness, always trying to find human connection. Last night I felt in those moments that he was seeing me as the Porter, as that embodiment of his lost love and humanity.

(Maybe the tragedy of the character is that he can never truly maintain the connection, that the tears aren't real, that those moments are ephemeral, that one moment he looks deep into your eyes and the next moment he spurns you. (Although I take the Boy Witch/Porter's recent NYE wedding as canon!))

What a miracle that this performer I've never spoken to outside of the show, and never thought I'd see in the role again, could reach out through the darkness of 13 years and create such beautiful moments of connection again.