#shincerer

[mapmcker]

                    cont. | @shincerer

         ❛ Oh. ❜ He glanced at the journal from his lap and glanced at the lovers he spotted before, a light frown furrowing his brows together. They didn’t seem to be all that different from Shin and him, nor were they doing anything they hadn’t done either.  ❛ Are we not? Should I not do that in public, then? ❜

[ofmsfortune]

♛. — A QUESTION MARK // @shincerer

»please tell me that you aren’t another food critic --- because you’d be the fourth this week and i’d prefer to get back to my usual business about now.«

[mapmcker]

             ❛ Sh-- ❜ It was there, on the tip of his tongue, his NAME weighing on his lips but for the life of him he couldn’t remember how it ended. The excited recognition that at first coloured his expression turned into one of sheepish embarrassment & he lowered his pointed index finger, palm instead curling around his oversized sleeve.  ❛ Ah-- I know your name, I swear. I can’t-- ah, remember it? ❜

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[mapmcker]

            It was a BEAUTIFUL day, despite the air growing heavy under the changing seasons & the still smoking chimneys puffing dark swirls of smoke in the air, Map still found it enjoyable enough to stroll through the city. He left work with a chipper whistle on his lips, a cup of coffee in his hand and a bag of day old brownies swiped from under the counter; not stealing, he told himself, they would have ended up in the trash ANYWAY. He had no home to speak of, no room to hide him from the betraying cold elements of late winter, but the tent he set up in the park served him well and the few warming charms he crafted himself kept the ice from nipping at his skin quite well, though as he passed a stand selling trinkets on his way to the park, he was reminded of the foreboding new moon rising that night & quickly backtracked. With a frown stitching across his pale skin, he bent over the variously shaped trinkets displayed, clicking with his tongue in light disappointment when he couldn’t find what he was looking for. 

                 ❛ Do you have any proper charms? ❜ He asked, glancing up at the person on the other side.  ❛ Something that gives light? ❜

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[mapmcker]

❝ you know what? maybe I'M your familiar. it's totally decided, i'm your familiar now. ❝

             ❛ What? No. That’s not-- ❜ But it also WAS how it worked, wasn’t it? Familiars chose their witches. Still Map blinked bemusedly at his friend, a low whine rising from his throat as he glanced at the cat that had come to the same conclusion as Shin, now glaring and waving its tail agitated towards Shin. ❛ Familiars are animal companions and anyway you couldn’t be my familiar even if you wanted to, I’m not a witch. ❜