Nov 19, 2015
“I hope you boys have been playing nice while I’ve been away. As flattering as it would be to know that you need me around, it would be nice to not have things fall to pieces if I leave for a few days”
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“I hope you boys have been playing nice while I’ve been away. As flattering as it would be to know that you need me around, it would be nice to not have things fall to pieces if I leave for a few days”
Snack Time // Open
Quinn’s eyes had remained on a certain man wandering the city, keeping his gaze on them but looking away whenever they would notice. He found his target, knowing that he could easily take this man into an alleyway for his own sustenance. But, just as he was about to stand up, he noticed someone moving towards his table. Crap. He had to be friendly somewhat. He would find his target later. “Hello.”
Chris groaned, closing his eyes and rubbing his forehead. Now that he’d figured out what exactly he was, he thought he’d do some more research and try and find out just what a witch was capable of... But this spell book was giving him a migraine. There was so much he didn’t understand- if only there was a How-to-be-a-witch-for-Dummies book. He let out a slight chuckle at the thought and then winced as his head throbbed. So much for coming to the library...
He opened his eyes and looked at the book lying on the tabletop in front of him, willing it closed with his mind. If only his parents could see him now- he could imagine what they’d say. “We didn’t raise our son to be a devil worshipper!” “You’re following the path of the wicked!” “No son of mine will practice witchcraft!” He let out a soft sigh. As far as he could tell, there was nothing wrong with using the gift ‘God’ had given him, if there even was such a being. But his parents were convinced he’d been possessed by some sort of demonic entity and wanted no part of it- and now that he finally knew why he had special abilities he had no idea where to begin or how to start learning the basics. “This is impossible,” he muttered, shoving the book aside and holding his head in his hands.