#conjurlock

[quasijock-blog]

@conjurlock —— NICHOLAS SCRATCH / 001.

       “hey, uh---” it feels as if a hand is grasping his throat, trying to reach inside and grab onto the words before they escape. it’s not just now, either--- it’s every day, every time he opens his mouth, every time since he had to--- since tommy---

       “thanks. for--- for coming. and helping. without you---” he knows exactly where he and his dad would be. “thanks.”

[spellbrini-blog]

❛ Just promise me you’ll be careful. ❜ ( from nick ! / conjurlock )

NECROMANCY. sabrina knows she shouldn’t even consider such a dark art   ,   but what choice did she have   ?   without tommy   ,   harvey was a complete wreck. the once soft   ,   bright light in her more mortal half of her life now had clouds hanging in his horizon   ,   a storm already in the works in the form of his grief   &   sorrow.   &   not to mention his father   ,   who only made matters worse for the boy. harvey didn’t deserve any of this   ,   none whatsoever. blood atonement did not give agatha the excuse to completely ruin the one man she loved   ,   &   it would all be settled tonight. a sharp inhale is taken at the warlock’s mindful warning   ,   taking a moment to truly let the situation at hand sink in. it was a risk   ,   aunt hilda’s warning echoing in her mind   ,   but she had to take it. anything for harvey kinkle. anything.

AFTER A MOMENT   ,   SHE SMILES. perhaps the half witch has gone dark as prudence mentioned earlier   ,   but it was all for a greater cause. at least   ,   that’s what she kept telling herself.   ❝  i have a plan   ,   nick. it will work   ,   just you wait   &   see.   ❞   a step is taken further   ,   eyes locking as a grave expression fills her features   ——   tone low   &   dripping with venom.   ❝   blood will have blood   ,   &   i will make agatha suffer just as she’s made harvey suffer.   ❞ 

       CAOS SENTENCE PROMPTS   !   /   accepting   !

[quasijock-blog]

"you're going to stare all day?" - conjurlock ( i mean u can ignore that if u want juihzghuji )

@conjurlock —— NICHOLAS SCRATCH / DRAG HARVEY?

      what he’s looking at and what he sees are two entirely different things. harvey kinkle’s eyes seem to be focused on the warlock in front of him, but there’s something blocking his vision. a memory creeps in: the warmth of a gun in sweaty, nervous palms, tears rolling down trembling cheeks, his brother’s face.       ( but not really his brother, because whatever was there wasn’t tommy, not really, it couldn’t have been, because if it had been— )

       A GUNSHOT. light seems to return to his eyes, and recognition registers on his features. nicholas, not tommy.

       “sorry. sorry, i wasn’t trying to stare, i was just—” he falters, truth lingering on his tongue, and he offers up a slow, nervous smile. “your hair’s just really nice. what do you use in it? or is it like— magic? or something?”