||Witchy Wonders||
manybrokensouls:
He watched, and listened, speaking occasionally as well as she seemed to manipulate her surroundings in a sense to work in her favor. This must be her powers, he figured, a little awe etched into his features through the slight sadness. Sadness visible even with the smile that was beginning to show through.
Everything she said, though, had that sadness lingering in him; he knew a lot of this, not in those specific words per se but– close enough, right…? Yet, still he let her say them.
Hearing them was something he needed, something in his mind insisted; probably common sense…
This power of hers, he had something like it too, yet not completely the same. Really, his was very different… But it was still special, right? “I know,” Was what he said when he spoke, his voice soft, “But it just became so hard, so suddenly, and I’ve only just begun recovery…” He lowered his head, closed his eyes, the images of the patterns she’d previously had dancing over his skin still etched into mind along with the images of the city, the model of himself placed in it. Just…something he would store and not forget, a happy memory despite the words behind it. He needed to keep what she’d said and done today in his thoughts to look back upon whenever he might need some kind of pick me up. That, along with the friends he’d made along the way, would help so well…
“That display, it was pretty, it makes me wish I could show what I can do as well… But its not so easy, when you’ve got no ability to use it in the real world.” He lifted his hand and made a motion as if he were holding something up, one reminiscent of how he’d learned to summon his Persona; it was knowledge he just had once he gained the ability. He had yet to use it, though, too scared after his ordeal to use it… It had not been intentional…
“It turned out…I could be special, after all, but it took…pain and suffering, and accepting some things I didn’t want to accept about myself…” He breathed out and glanced over at her with a bit of a fond smile, “Its not so easy, after all, you can’t just have something…it has to be worked for…”
A bit of light sprung to his blue hues, something that hadn’t been there before; truly, he saw someone he admired in this woman. “There’s this place with bizarre patterns and bizarre creatures, with a thick fog that’s so hard to see through it makes you tired so easily. I don’t know if I…fully understand it, but that place was dangerous and I was almost killed…” Killed by someone who looked like him, save for the yellow eyes, and someone with a distorted voice to let him know it wasn’t truly him in those ways.
“I can’t really explain it well…but I ‘faced’ myself, and earned something special…something only those who can face their ‘true self’ can earn… Some of my closest friends went through this too, so I’m not alone. We have this in common. It was called a Persona, that power we all seem to have. And they…they were using it for the greater good, to solve a crime and to keep people safe…they still do… I don’t know if I can do the same even if I have a similar power to theirs but I know if I ever want to help or train to be better at using it the option…is there…”
He could be a better person.
And that gave him something, at least, even if he didn’t use his Persona any time soon; the option was there, when he wanted it, if he wanted it.
“…So of course I want to make the world a better place, fill it with color… Because being a Persona user, that means that’s part of what you do, I think.”
Listening to him, Zoe paid the utmost attention possible. In the end, she could understand it. The hardships and madness faced in magick was no less intimidating and frightening than ‘real world’ issues. They existed on several dimensions, but always came together with the same problems and obstacles. She shifted, straightening up a bit better so she could turn to him with a brighter expression than she had previously worn. “It’s up to you. Your life, what you’ve faced, what you will face; it’s not going to be easy. But you can do it.”
She reached out to gently take his hands in her palms, delicately grasping them. “Every person, humans and otherwise, possess magick in their very souls. It’s fickle, it can be unkind, and the hardships that come with it are difficult. But no matter the label on the magick, no matter what it’s called or what it does, it comes from roots. And those roots always find a way to ground themselves.” It may seem like she wasn’t making much sense, but she did have a point to this.
“You’ll have problems, sure. Yes, you’ll feel the weight of the world fall upon you, but you can do it. If you slip up and fall underneath it all, that’s alright. You can get back up. No one will blame you for it. It’s a lot to handle, and even harder to deal with, but you are more than your pain. You’re more than your suffering. You’re more than all of that. You are a person with great potential and a wonderful soul. Agony is but a small piece of your story.” She slowly pulled herself up and went over to her desk, rifling through the drawers.
After a moment, she found what she was looking for and came back, handing him a small card. “You can come here any time. Your roots are welcome, and your magick will be treated kindly on this platform and any other.” The card was detailed with her number and the coven’s address. Of course, her expression grew a little serious again. “You’re not to blame for it. And you can come here any time to practice or to be heard. Even if it doesn’t work in this realm, you can rest assured that I’ll listen and be available to you. You’ve no reason to handle the world alone, dear.”
