#iperish

[infinitemagiic-blog]

@iperish

                   “guess what?”

              his voice is slightly slurred but only a bit since he’s used his magic to heal his wound and decrease the swelling ; making everything almost healed.

                    “i got my tongue pierced.”

[cultkiid]

@iperish ; x-mas starter call. 🎄

      When the door to the garage creaks open, Roxanne slowly turns to meet their gaze. She exhales wearily, her forearms and hands caked in thick, warm scarlet. She crunches on the last piece of her candy cane, peppermint grinding against the back of her molars. “....What?” Blood had sprayed onto the white trim of her Dollar Tree Santa hat. “I’m makin’ a sacrifice to Krampus. Ya gonna stand ‘n stare or help?” 

[infinitemagiic-blog]

@iperish

                “do you want your gift now because i can’t wait any longer?” he’s always been an impatient person, his mother, when he was younger, use to get on his case about how he could never wait. everything had to be right now. there was a time when he was first getting his powers under control that he asked his mother to teach him a spell and she told him no, it was too complicated, and he didn’t listen -- nearly burned the house down.

          seems it hasn’t shaken as he’s sitting on the kitchen counter top with a small square box clutched in his hand, wrapped in beautiful silver wrapping paper, with ‘ho ho ho’, mirrored in red & of course a bow on top. “come on, i can’t wait and it is christmas eve.”

[infinitemagiic-blog]

‘  i need one of those instant ice packs.  ‘

                     “you don’t need one of those - you have me,” greger slips into the bed next to his boyfriend with his hand glowing a cool blue color ; gently placing it against the small of his back. they had a quick afternoon date that the witch had arranged at the outdoor skating rink in the middle of downtown. it was going great, it was nothing but rosy cheeks an smiles until their hands accidentally separated as a large surge of people came zooming by causing both of them to land right on their asses - ivar taking the worst hit. “i’m sorry a five year old knocked you on your ass but i’ll be here to make sure you’re all better,” his nose scrunches, though ivar can’t see it, greg knows he knows exactly what face he’s making. 

[infinitemagiic-blog]

@iperish

                     today has been shit. it’s just the way his brain is acting. if he could throw it away he would. it’s days like this that make him want to be alone forever, to not drag a single person into his messed up bullshit, but he can’t help it. not when it came to ivar. it also didn’t help that his parents were on his case about moving back to greece ; they wanted their son home - not just for a visit. “i’m sorry,” greger mumbles into the pillow of their shared bed before moving closer to rest himself on ivar’s chest - he’s never the small spoon or anything of the sort. “just a bad brain day.”

[infinitemagiic-blog]

@iperish

      “i love you.”

[infinitemagiic-blog]

@iperish

               “what do you want for christmas?” greger asks as his back is to the other, making a bit of breakfast for them both, no body parts to be seen on the stove - not yet anyway. in one pan he’s got a few eggs starting to set so that he can make ivar a veggie omelette, in the other the veg have begun to brown nicely, that sizzle being heard through the whole bottom floor of the house. “witches, we call this time winter solstice - less christ --ish if you get my drift, but presents are still good.” he continues to talk as the omelette comes together, sliding it into a plate before handing it off to his boyfriend.

             the witch is quick to slip into the fridge and retrieve a small container that’s already had pre-sliced pieces of brains in them, tossing them into the already heated pan, if you didn’t know what it was you would think it was bacon. “i think seda is going to go home for solstice so the house will be empty.” brains don’t take too long to cook surprisingly and in a flash he’s at ivar’s side, acting as normal as ever about his meal. “I get to see you, right?”

[ofholydeath-blog]

@iperish

                     there’s nothing quite like having a lay in with someone you really care about ; the energy in the room is so much more mellow than the electricity that’s been going through the pair lately. this is comfort. an air of trust and relaxation fills all the nooks and crannies that are left between them though there can’t be much room. greger greatly dressed down in a pair of sweat pants and just a hoodie is flat against the bed, ivar resting just on his chest, and he thinks if he were to die right now that would be okay. “this is nice,” the witch’s voice echoes the softness they’ve created, nose rustling against his boyfriends forehead before planting a delicate kiss. “i don’t think ---i’ve been this comfortable with someone before.” a truth he didn’t even realize he had until just now. 

      he’s thought with his past relationships, the few good ones he’s had over the past hundred or so years, that he’d known all the ways you could feel for someone. wasn’t it always the same? apparently not because this feeling was out of this world. “stay.”