Closed for @guinevere-davignon
There were many tough shells to crack in Zora, he had learned that the hard way by getting bitch slapped by one too many creatures in this town. Banshees could be uptight, revenants were moody, and the samodivi weren’t too bad. However, many witches didn’t want to hear about a witch that learned about his own abilities by himself, but what was he supposed to do? He could die if he didn’t practice his magic! And he had to teach himself because his mother never had the chance to welcome him into the fray.
That was definitely something he missed about the circus, the openness to one’s different experiences. He had told about two dozen friends that he was a witch once he’d finally put the pieces together sometime in Europe as an adult, and maybe they didn’t believe him but they all smiled and clapped him on the shoulder when he’d admitted it. He felt loved there, but in Zora there were too many strangers. Was he still considered a newbie? He didn’t think so, as he jogged up to the tailor shop he kept turning around at people he didn’t quite recognize, almost getting lost as to what direction he was supposed to be heading towards.
The woman he was currently trying to open up was one Guinevere Davignon, one Theo had vaguely known of in France but took more interest to once they all relocated to Louisiana. Theo still liked to stretch his multilingual muscles, usually French since most people didn’t speak Portuguese, but people didn’t find it as cute or charming as he expected them to. Damn.
He opened the door and smiled at the woman sewing as she looked up at him. “Hey dearest, miss me? I must admit I was Missing in Action for awhile thanks to all that alcohol I stole from the birthday party, but how I’ve missed you,” the man purred with a slight British accent. Theo turned around the room slightly, exaggeratedly, to give Gwen a good view of himself. “I don’t suppose you need to be walked home soon, eh?”
He knew of this woman’s past, he liked to snoop in the Zora Estate sometimes and his sleight of hand (no magic required) was enough to get a few transcripts at a time. He tried to be nice to the ice witch, and damn he would die trying. In his mind, he just wanted people to love. He had been torn away from his parents once they’d died in 1906, and then he walked out on his circus family, now he needed a new one. And Guinevere seemed like she needed one too, despite how much she tried to hide the fact.
