A leap || Sabrina & Philip
Life in The Tower wasn’t exactly what Sabrina needed when it came to exploring the world. There were people who’d been everywhere with rich stories to tell and fun items to show off. These excited the young witch greatly but it wasn’t what she wanted. She wanted adventure. To actually accumulate her own stories to wow someone with instead of the boring ones which revolved around her working at a hotel as a front desk clerk.
Even the humans who came in had better things going on than her.
After work Sabrina walked away from the hotel and hugged her body, her usual stance to keep people from bothering her. Maybe that was her first problem? She went about her life wishing for people to let her be but that might be what closed her off from seeing opportunities. From risking a bump in with someone who may be the key holder to some great adventure, even if it only kept her in Chicago.
Maybe, just maybe, not being scared of the world she so desperately wanted to see, would help pull her out of that shell she’d created and help her flourish as the witch her mother always encouraged her to be.
This was a lot to think during a short span of time but as she waited for the bus, along with the humans who were ready to get on with whatever they had planned next, Sabrina straightened up and held her head up high. She looked around the group and centered in on someone who had a different aura than the rest.
Taking that first step. Then the next. Then one more she went in the direction of the being who she knew didn’t exactly blend in with the rest of the city they were in; the part these mundane people were able to see that is. As she followed she managed to catch up to them because they stopped to wait for a light.
“Having a busy day?” she thought to ask as soon as she caught up to them, using the receptionist talk to picked up to get conversation going. She didn’t know where to go from here. Or if it’d even lead anywhere. But it was worth a shot.
He smelled like booze, smoke, and fried food, but he couldn’t be bothered to care at the moment. He was worn out from his shift at the grill. His feet hurt and his eyes burned from the smoke of the grill itself and the wafting of cigarettes around the outside patio. It was banned inside but outside people smoked like chimneys. He hated it.
Standing in line at the bus stop was another thing he wasn’t a big fan of. He liked the city, but wandering around on the city bus was not his idea of entertainment. He struggled at times with his magic. If someone got too close to him and he didn’t have control on it, their emotions became his and he wasn’t in the mood to deal with the pissy lady a few people down or the excitable child that stood next to her. He could see their emotions on their face. He didn’t want them. He wanted to be left alone.
He stepped away from the crowd, decided he’d walk back to the tower but was accosted not too far from a crosswalk. He glanced over at the young woman who had decided to strike up a conversation and cocked an eyebrow at her. “Just long,” he admitted. Looking forward to dragging my ass into bed.” It was only early evening but it didn’t change that he was exhausted. Working with the public as an empath was stressful and tiring. He wanted to let his magic out and be free. “How about yourself?” he asked stepping off the curb as the little walk symbol lit up.
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