#ch:john

[goodewitchwalking]

@prexcher-mxn

Nyx had no idea how a man of his advanced age had managed to survive for so long with his uncanny ability to make enemies everywhere he went. Every time she came across him he was injured and wearing a beatific smile as if someone had given him a gift by being allowed to live another day. Today was different as he sat head turned back towards the starry sky as he allowed the healing waters of the hot spring to wash over him. His neck still bled from the tattoo she had watched the monks put on his skin. Watching from a distance she'd wondered if this was what he had invited her up here.

The Holy man was a mystery that she wanted to crack open and know every inch of. Nyx didn't bother waiting to announce herself as she slipped into the water and began wading towards him. Reaching out she settled a hand on his shoulder using it to settle herself down into his lap. The thin material of the towels the monks offered was the only thing that separated them. Her skin was hot to the touch as she buzzed with barely contained desire at the thought of what was to come.

"Preacher." She whispered voice low and seductive as she leaned down and pressed her mouth to his throat. Her tongue traced the raised bumps and ridges of the newly scared skin. He tasted of sweat, iron, and the slight sweetness in the ink they used. Her nails raked lightly over her chest as she enjoyed the feeling of his embrace. Something that she had wanted longer than she'd cared to admit. "I'm afraid I have every intention of making you mine tonight. I'll personally apologize to your god for causing you to sin. But what can you expect from a pagan? And a witch known for enthralling men with dark seductions. Though you've never needed much seducing....have you, John? "

[poirot]

“It’s always you. John Watson, you keep me right.” (Happy Birthday @uniqueraindrop )

[goodewitchwalking]

@prexcher-mxn

The couple that lives in that house that smelled like the old country and buzzed with barely suppressed magic were kind. He'd over done it moving from one fight to the next until he'd all but collapsed at their door. The wounds wouldn't kill him but they irritated him and dulled his senses as they healed.

The witch was experienced and unafraid while the priest was standoffish. Every time he entered the room he would shuffle in discomfort, stutter and then leave as if the devil was chasing him. Khaos knew he was no better than the devil with how much death clung to him. So he didn't push his presence on the other. It wasn't until he was fully healed and making arrangements to leave them that he finally could smell the heady scent of anxiety and desire that was dripping off the other man. It had been hiding under the cloying scent of the witches many medicines.

Khaos had looked to the wife and she'd given him a knowing sort of smile that made his heart skip a beat. A good pagan woman through and through who didn't mince words or mind sharing. The priest was a breathtaking creature with striking blue eyes and a voice that brushed along the skin like butterflies. It had been a long time since he wanted someone...wanted to be a part of something.

And he was not at all the type to let an opportunity slip through his fingers. So when she left to help birth a pup one town over he took his chance. Catching the other man alone he kneeled down next to the chair he sat in and reached out to drag thumb over his lips.

"Speak holy man...closed mouths don't get fed and desire doesn't just fizzle out." Khaos said voice low and rough as his hand moved to trace the cross at the priest's neck. "Doesn't your God reward his most devote for their loyalty? Let me be your reward."

[goodewitchwalking]

[ UNBUTTON ] : due to heat or stress or other reasons, sender unbuttons the top of their shirt to reveal their neckline. (Nyx and John - Neck Tat)

With a basket under one arm and cutting sheers under the other Nyx was collecting herbs to restock her shelves in the late. As per usual, John wasn't too far off raking leaves and talking to Hercules. Dusting off her hands she looked up from the bush she had been trimming to let him know she was almost done and froze in her tracks.

"Mary Mother of Jesus." The woman whispered to herself when she caught sight of her husband loosening the buttons at his collar. She was given a brief flash of the tattoo that had basically started their relationship. Clearing her throat she called out to him. "Excuse me Holy Man children are present. What would your father say about you trying to taint innocent eyes mine included."

[goodewitchwalking]

“You’re thighs make me want to sin.” John in his preacher garb.

A smile appeared on her face as she opened her eyes and looked up from her bath. With a tilt of her head tossed one of her legs over the side of her tub and flashed him a closer look at her inner thighs.

"Don't blame me for your sinning. I'm sure if you prayed a little harder you could be guided from such temptation."Nyx replied as she beckoned him further into the bathroom. Sunday service had run longer than normal causing her to begin their usually scheduled fun by herself. "You left me alone too long dearest. I had to entertain myself while you were out cleansing the masses when you should have been here defiling me."

[goodewitchwalking]

“Darling. Please it’s getting too long- I don’t want to go to town,” John

Nyx raised a brow and put the perfume bottle she was holding back on her vanity. Turning she took a closer look at her husband who still hadn't risen out of bed other than to entertain the children with a story or two. Rising to her feet she came to sit at the edge of the bed, reaching out to gently caress his cheek recognizing the signs of the time and one sadness after the other weighing on him.

"Ok, We'll stay in. I'll make some tea, run you a bath and we can just soak and nap the day away. I can always do my shopping tomorrow. You and your mental and emotional health me so much more to me right now. What do you think Old Man? Maybe I can wash your hair and give you a massage?"She said more than willing to pamper the man back into a nap until he was feeling a little better. She always worried a bit when he got like this. Like maybe he had been carrying around these feelings for some time and only managed to feel safe enough to fall apart here. In his home surrounded by his family."

[goodewitchwalking]

The Burning Of Nyx Goode

@prexcher-mxn

Women were naturally sinful creatures or that is what most holy texts would have you believe. It was of course a play for power to make society what it would be in the future. And society did not like women like Nyx. She was conventionally beautiful, educated, and financially comfortable on top of being a widow. It was those qualities and a lack of a recent visit from john that had the church turning its greedy eyes on her. That and she turned down another high-ranking nobleman who had cornered her in the streets after she assisted in a birth.

'Witch'

When you could not be brought to heal they tried to slander and isolate you by calling you a witch. And maybe it would have been slander if they weren't dealing with the real thing. The torturers had been talkative as they burned and bruised her flesh. Nyx was not expected to live in order to share the secrets they told her. Her death would kill two birds with one stone. Cleansing the town of its taint ever since she arrived and releasing their favorite holy man from temptation. Of course, they had no real proof of them being together only that the normally solemn man seemed to little happier in the presence of the sharp-mouthed harlot.

"You're cowards." Nyx gasped her body covered in a light sheen of sweat and blood as she hung there from the ceiling. Her eyes were heavy and tear-filled as they focused on the brazier and the iron's heating in preparation for another session. It was only her fear of leveling the town that kept her from unleashing her full power on them. That and the anklet bond around her left ankle filled with old magic. "What you can not have you destroy...it will be your undoing."

"And who exactly will come to exact that undoing?" One of the priests chuckled the confidence of years of atrocities staining his voice.

"A horror....a horror will wash over this place and over your church. Maybe even this country after I am burned. I would say may God have mercy on your soul but you Lord and Savior hath forsaken you long ago."

[goodewitchwalking]

@prexcher-mxn

Nyx had a determined look on her face as she walked up the aisle. The hard clacking of her heeled boots loud and strong as it echoed off the empty church walls and back to her. She'd waited until the last churchgoers had left for the night before sliding into the confessional and making herself comfortable. After all, even a witch needed to talk about their sins even if she did see it as bragging.

"Forgive me, father." She sighed her hands moving to loosen the ties of her peacoat and make herself comfortable. Red lips frowned slightly as if she were deep in thought before a smirk appeared and she continued on. "For I have sinned. That's how you say it right, Father?"

"But more than anything I feel I should confess my intention to sin again."