All that is Gold

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Cobwebs | Theron & Mathis

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It was a gamble - and possibly a really stupid one - to drop the ‘L’ word. The witch was acting on little better than a rumor because it was wretchedly difficult for a Savoie to come by good information honestly. Yet so many of items in this shop resonated with some kind of magic, there was no way Theron had managed to curate such an exquisite collection of truly otherworldly stuff by coincidence.  Mathis could’ve spent days, if not weeks, puzzling out the origins and purposes of each piece… had he not previously committed to a full-time job at the distillery. 

There was also the very real question of just how long Theron would tolerate him loitering, as the witch was notorious for wearing out his welcome. Still, he’d managed to bring an item that was worth the man’s time. He only needed to convince him of its authenticity, and as luck would have it, there was little more he needed to say than the truth. His eyes brightened with excitement as Theron easily grasped his meaning, initially agreeing, “Yes-” It was then that he remembered to whom - or rather, to what - he was speaking. Mr. Athanasios was clearly no stranger to the supernatural world, but he was also evidently human. Mathis reined it in.

“I mean. That’s what I’ve heard, too…” It was a pathetic hedge, but the last thing he needed to do was accidentally lead the collector to believe he of all people knew where the wolves were hiding. He didn’t. The Savoies never had a more than a cool working relationship with the Pontchartrain Pack, and even that had gone up in flames around same time that the southern bayou did. Mathis gave a tentatively optimistic smile. “Really?” Both the news that his trade was accepted and the information that he’d be welcome back with any other such items was enough to make him forget his past, fleeting reservations.

He quickly replied, “I’m certain, yes. Please. Whatever you need to do…” Where a bill of trade was concerned, that is. He didn’t know what the process entailed, exactly, but he was more than ready to move forward with the transaction. After all, he could have another such amulet tomorrow, if he only dedicated a bit of time to his craft tonight. A banshee’s ring was far harder to come by. Even if its applications were a bit more limited, to him it was perfect. It was exactly what he’d been looking for, and he’d found it just in time.

Theron chuffed a low laugh at the young man’s rather feeble attempt to cover up his slip of the tongue.  It was a low, leonine sound but it was rather fitting for the man as he prowled over to the counter with a fluid, cat-like gait.  From one of his many drawers he pulled out a small mahogany box engraved with a small circle of Fulthark Runes and carefully deposited the talisman into its velvet-lined interior.  Once his newest acquisition was secure he pulled out a wad of receipt paper, drawing up a quick bill of sale that he handed to the witch with a sly, feline smile.

“Ha, yes I’m sure you hear lots of things,” he chuckled, amber eyes flashing mischievously.  “I understand if you’d like to keep things...vague.  I don’t need to know any personal details about you beyond your name if that’s what your worried about.  The only details I need are regarding any items of interest you bring me.  I’m not so fool-hardy as to blindly accept curios...especially from someone with such an...interesting bloodline.”

The Savoie name was dreadfully well know in New Orleans, particularly in the circles that he tended to find himself in.  While he wasn’t a Hunter anymore, Theron knew that value of keeping himself well-informed and with the amount of tactless amateurs that had been flooding the city as of late it was all too easy to pull information regarding targets of interest.  Being in the know, meant keeping himself alive.

“Not that I’m judging mind you, as I’m sure you’ve guessed I’m not exactly sterling either,” Theron said, waving his hand errantly as if the details of their terribly sordid lives were only a minor inconvenience.  “There, that should be everything you need.  Do you have any other questions for me?”

Originally posted by shipstership

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A smile spread across her lips, equally as devious as the man before her. There was something almost cat-like in his smile. She could almost hear him purr with pleasure at what he assumed had been an easy mark. It was a beautiful thing, being underestimated. She looked like a simple woman, no older than her early 30s. She was far more than that. It was the beauty of her gift that kept her unassuming. 

“Sure, I can do that,” she said reaching for the paper and the pen he had offered her. Filling out the paperwork was easy. Her handwriting was crisp and clean, cursive and old. She’d clearly not grown up in the culture of computers and tablets. Her accent only told a small tail of her upbringing. “My office isn’t too far from here,” she said jotting down the address and name of the little office she owned ‘Cresent City Counseling’.

“I think I have the cash to pay you right now,” she said digging in her purse. She had been expecting to hire him after all. She didn’t make it a habit to carry $2500 in cash on her, but… “I’ll get a receipt right? Don’t want you running away with my money. Not that you would do something like that.” 

Theron’s deep amber eyes followed every deft motion of her hands as she filled out the paperwork he’d brought out.  Her cursive was impeccable and surprisingly old-fashioned, though being a witch he was willing to bet she was older than she looked alas he couldn’t be sure. Still he observed with cat-like curiosity, mentally jotting down the little details to ponder over later.  

When she made the soft jab regarding him vanishing with her money he chuckled, sliding the paperwork into a thick manila envelope to file away in his upstairs office later after closing.  “Well, I’d have a poor reputation if I was in the habit of doing things like that - and you know how reputation is everything in this city,” he said, his deep voice still rumbling with a trace of laughter.  After she’d fished out the necessary funds he made quick work of flicking through the bills to ensure it was the correct amount before sliding it into the same envelope as her requisition order.  Pulling out a pad of double receipt paper he quickly etched the amount paid along with the necessary details, letting the ink transfer onto the multiple sheets below.  He tore out the yellow one to hand to her, while keeping the pink one for himself, adding it to the envelope that he’d taken the time to inscribe her name upon.

“There, that should suffice.  I’ll start making some calls and keep you updated as information on your order comes in,” he said, crisply sealing the envelope.  “And...I believe that’s everything I need for the moment.  Did you have any other questions for me?”

Originally posted by devilsqueen98

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The second his hand slid into her’s, her magic reached out to cradle his mind, digging as deep as she dared in the few short seconds they had touched. Not much was gleaned from the small bit of contact, but enough was now known of the man to know that he was neither as kind as he seemed nor as innocent. Red filled her vision for a flash, the scent of blood, metallic and sweet filled her nose. The moment the vision cleared she was left with a knowledge she was not sure she wished to have. This was a man she would have no trouble using her powers on. 

She let go of his hand, her face refusing to betray the sudden feeling that had rooted in her belly. He was not the first nor would he be the last creature she encounters with a bloody and horrendous path. Indeed his wasn’t even the worst mind she had walked through. That didn’t speak volumes for the minds she had treated, but it said plenty about his troubled mind. “I have no real time constraints, though I would like it sooner rather than later as I’m sure you’ve figured. You look like a smart man.” Looks could be deceiving though. He was also extremely handsome and well put together, one would never suspect that this man was a cold-blooded murderer. 

“Would you prefer that I pick it up from your place of business or can I have it delivered to my office?” She hadn’t even flinched when his behavior had changed. Clearly, he thought he was getting what he wanted. She’d make sure to set him straight when the time came. 

She was a brave sort, he would give her that.

She had yet to even flinch at his jarring and abrupt changes of demeanor, instead remaining unflappable and unafraid even though he had no doubts that she had at least some inkling as to what he had been.  Theron smiled and released her hand, turning to slide a piece of paper and a pen across the glass countertop towards her.

“I’ll make in one of my priority sales.  If you’ll just fill out the paperwork, I’d be more than happy to have it sent directly to your offices,” he explained, gesturing for her to pick up the pen.  “However you decide to pay, I will only take a twenty-five percent deposit for the moment.  You will receive an invoice for the other seventy-five once the gem is in your possession.  It could be a dicey procurement, in the event that it takes longer than anticipated I don’t want payment for an item you’ve yet to receive...call it a personal policy of mine.”

Originally posted by imaginepace

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Cobwebs | Theron & Mathis

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Mathis relaxed visibly as Theron accepted his proposal, at least in the sense that he was willing to hear it. His further elaboration had a smile stretching across the raven-haired witch’s face, and with shockingly little hesitation, he dug into his coat pocket for the item he’d come to trade. At first glance, it wasn’t anything to hold a candle to the age or history of the signet ring. There were certainly no extra points for presentation as he simply laid it out in his gloved palm, untwisting a leather cord from… the beak. As it turned the fetish upright, its shape became apparent. Somehow, the Savoie had acquired the skull of a bird, and for reasons he was yet to confer had elected to turn it into a grim necklace, which he presented proudly to the shopkeeper now.

The reticent young man that first wandered into Theron’s store had all but vanished. In his place was an unmistakable witch that practically vibrated with excitement as he explained, “I know it looks like the crap you can buy on Bourbon Street, but this is the real deal. It’s a charm. Some call it an amulet of health but I think that’s misleading… If you’re sick or hurt, wearing it won’t magically make you better.” In case Theron couldn’t guess. Nothing about a bleached bird carcass particularly screamed healing and wellness, but it would seem there were other, more subtle properties. Mathis lifted his open hand, offering out the odd item. He continued, “It protects you, against all sorts of things - poisons, curses, diseases…” The tip of his tongue darted out to wet his lips, his eyes flickering up to Theron’s face as he added, “Lycanthropy.”

Did Theron believe him? He braced himself for the chance that he might be laughed out of the store, but he’d only come here because he’d heard rumors that the man had a whole shop full of items no human should’ve ever laid eyes (much less hands) on. Thus Mathis had simply brought him another relic for his strange collection - or so he’d assumed. True, he’d made it himself, but he didn’t volunteer that information and hoped it wouldn’t overly diminish its value. Even if the amulet’s history was brief, its origins couldn’t have been more authentic. If it worked the way he claimed it did, well… Maybe, just maybe, it would pass as a fair trade for a hauntingly beautiful ring. He gave Theron all the time he needed to appraise the amulet, and at the end of it asked (slightly more hopeful than uncertain), “So… What do you think?”

Theron’s eyes lit up with a cat-like curiosity as Mathis fished out his proposed item for barter out from the depths of his jacket.  With the creak of leather he revealed an ebony beak, clearly from a raven bound with raw hide.  It seemed innocuous, the little bit of obsidian bone nestled in the curve of the young man’s palm, but the former hunter could practically taste the magic radiating from the morbid curio. 

“Well now, that is an interesting little treasure you’ve got there,” the antiquities dealer drawled, flicking the last syllable towards the roof of his mouth in sharp inflection.  Had Mathis been watching his reaction, which no doubt his was, he would’ve seen the corners of Theron’s mouth twitch at the mention of Lycanthropy.  That detail alone made the otherwise mundane looking piece of carcass worth a small fortune.  “And such a...useful charm, considering all the things that creep and crawl out in the bayou.”

Delicately, he took the amulet from Mathis, inspecting it more closely and looked like the cat that caught the canary as he turned the bauble between his long fingers, nodding approvingly.  “Well young man, I think this is certainly a fair trade.  If you’re certain this is what you want to do I’ll draw up a bill of trade for you...and, ah - should you acquire other items of such a nature that you would like to part with, I think we could set up quite the little bartering deal here.”

Originally posted by leepace71

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Something about the man before caused a prickle to run through her spine. The way he spoke, the way he behaved, it was unnerving. She’d been too caught up, when she walked in, by her own needs to truly focus on the man before her. He was handsome and well spoken. It was easy to accept him at face value. Her eyes drew to the dagger as he plucked it from the shelf, bright blue taking in the gleaming metal of the dangerous weapon. Immediately her mind spun and worked overtime. This was no ordinary purveyor of the rare and hard to find. Warnings flashed in her mind and her back straightened just a little more as she stood there watching the handsome man with his weapon. 

She wasn’t accustomed to feeling threatened while she was in the process of doing business, but she could not deny that the sight of the blade set her on edge. She wasn’t a witch with magic that helped her in a fight, not really. She could prevent one if she had time, but he was holding a knife and she was just a simple mortal. She watched as he thumbed the blade, watched as blood ran down it and vanished. Watched as the cut he had given himself disappeared. 

Her fingers drummed on the glass case as he spoke and she dropped the shield around her magic. She had spent years perfecting the ability to block those who would bombard her with thoughts and memories, but for the moment, she wanted his thoughts and memories. She didn’t always need the benefit of touch to get an image of the person she was mind surfing. This man, as strong as he was, as intrinsic to the shop as he was, had left plenty to work with. The second her block was dropped and her fingers touched the glass of one of the cases, her magic was working. Picking up little things about the man. Solitary. Incandescent. Predatory. The word hunter flashed through her mind as her finger ran along the seam of the case. 

This man was not to be trusted. She kept the block down, letting her magic fill her senses while she interacted with him. If she hadn’t needed the stone so bad she would have walked out of the shop and never looked back. She’d had enough dealings with hunters in her sixty years of life. She would have preferred never to deal with them again. “A blind favor, hmm?” She asked, her eyes watching the blade as he put it back. “That’s not exactly something you can put a price on, but,” she held her hand out to the man, “if that’s what it takes.” Most would balk at his request, she imagined. Turn him down or expect something nefarious. The difference between then and Obsidian was that she knew there was something insidious about the man, knew around about what it was but also knew that through her gift, she could erase her very existence from his mind should she need to. 

He could see her pondering his words, watching his movements like a hawk, just as he intended her to.  There was no point in hiding it at this point and he was pleasantly surprised when she didn’t simply turn a quick about face and leave, but rather held her hand out to him - a handshake to seal his proposed deal.  Theron’s demeanor shifted once again with the speed of a striking snake.  The predatory gleam in his dark eyes melted back into cat-like mischief and his smile no longer concealed metaphorical teeth.

The antiquities dealer accepted her hand, grasping it in a firm, but not painful grip and gave it a firm shake.  “Excellent!  Then we have a deal, if you’d be so kind as to follow me to my office I’ll draw up the paperwork.  I’m assuming you’d like the gem delivered to you in person - do you have any time constraints I should know about?”

He barely managed to suppress a chuckle, eager to see how she would react to the sudden change again.  He did so love keeping people on their toes.

Originally posted by shipstership

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She’d walked into the shop not expecting much when it came to requesting the search for her gem, but had, in the back of her mind, along with her hope, a price she was willing to pay for such a procurement. A smile graced the redhead’s lips and she stepped a bit closer to the man. Before she’d spent time hanging back, ready to leave should the need arise, but it seemed that a business transaction was in the making and it would serve her to create a presence within the shop, not simply on the outskirts of it. 

“Three carats, Ten grand?” She asked. She knew the cost of a carat, three that was nine grand easy. “Your cut is only one?” Either he was being kind or he wasn’t a very good businessman. He could potentially lose money on this deal. “If that’s your price, I accept.” She would give him a chance to change it, if he wanted. She didn’t know if he was being clever or dumb, but it was his choice. 

He could see it clearly on her face, the incredulity at being offered such a gem at such a seemingly low price.  His hazel eyes sharpened and took on a predatory gleam.  He smiled, but it stopped short of his eyes which were positively leonine as he turned his back on her, walking towards his desk.  He’d been waiting for this moment to strike, and now his sleek charm had fallen away to show the dangerous creature beneath.  He was no hunter anymore, but he’d never been able to fully get rid of that streak of viciousness that lifestyle had bred in him.  

“Well, not quite,” he purred, casually plucking an object from one of his many curios.  It was a small leaf bladed dagger, unremarkable aside from its clear age.  In truth it was quite a fascinating piece he’d...liberated from a necromancer while he’d been on holiday in Europe.  The metal was cold iron, older than he cared to count and woven with more enchantments than he dared to test.  “Ten thousand is the price for procuring the gem.  In order for me to then sell it to you, I’ll need a little something extra.”

He thumbed the blade, testing its edge.  He’d barely touched it, but it sliced a small, but deep cut into his digit.  A drop of blood ran down the blade’s edge and then disappeared, seemingly becoming absorbed into the metal.  In a blink the cut on his thumb was nowhere to be seen.  A trick of the light, gone in an instant.  Had he crossed her path years ago it would have only taken a quick flick of his wrist to send that knife into her heart...but those days were long gone and he had different interests to appease him now.  He was never one for toying with his food when he’d been a hunter...but nowadays he did enjoy holding the little mouse by its tail over his gaping maw only to let it scurry away at the last second.  A little thrill to get him by.  

“When it comes to dealing with certain baubles...this blade for instance, or the gem you’re looking for, there are far more important things than money,” he chuckled, putting the dagger away again into its dark shelf.  “What I want from you is a favour.  Nothing in particular mind you, nothing that I need right away...but the assurance that some time down the road I might need your help with something and you will give it to me.”

Originally posted by devilsqueen98

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Cobwebs | Theron & Mathis

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Mathis was no thief. He learned his lesson there the hard way, having once attempted to shoplift from a fellow witch. Suffice to say it hadn’t ended well for him, though it was mostly the embarrassment of it all that prevented him from ever attempting such a thing again. Thankfully, he’d grown up a lot since that debacle. He had a real job now, and a home he kept up on his own. With those things came a tiny bit of dignity and pride. He was far from rich, but he wouldn’t have dared to enter Theron’s shop if he didn’t at least think he could make the man a fair deal.

Unfortunately, even hoping to barter, he’d only budgeted for the less expensive jewelry in the window. As the man indulged his request and explained the history of the golden piece, Mathis was simultaneously disheartened and enthralled. He highly doubted he could afford a five hundred year old trinket. Still, he fixed his intent gaze on the ring he’d returned to the collector and let Theron’s words transport him to a different time and place. It was an intriguing legend. Far-fetched, some might say, but Mathis could feel the vestiges of dark magic to this day…

It took him a moment after the story had ended to realize he’d been asked a question. All at once his bright eyes snapped up, searching the other man’s face. The Savoie wasn’t half as adept at reading others, yet somehow still hoped to not be laughed out of the store when he gave a slow nod, “I am… I think it may be exactly what I’m looking for. But-” He started to smile, a self-deprecating grin, “I’m actually afraid to ask how much you’re selling it for. I was hoping you might be interested in a trade. I haven’t got anything that old but…I have come across something I’ve heard is valuable and rather rare.”

If it was one thing Theron had a weakness for it was mysteries and the undeniable desire to collect ‘special’ antiquities that had no business being in mere mortal hands.  The young man seemed absolutely entranced by the Celtic treasure cupped in his hands, though it changed to sorrowful regret as he reluctantly put the bauble back on its velvet lined case.

The ex-hunter, however, raised a brow at the mention of the trade, now fully intrigued by this handsome young stranger.  He had no doubt that the boy was of New Orleans’ more...preternatural population - the ring he’d been holding fell into that same category so it was unsurprising that he’d been drawn to it.  The idea of getting a new treasure from the darker side of the Crescent City’s underbelly was too good to refuse.

“I’m always up for a trade as long as the offer is of equal value,” he smirked.  “And before you say anything - I don’t measure value purely in dollars and cents if you get my meaning.  What do you have to offer me, then?”

Originally posted by tranquilitybasehotel

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What age do they most want to be right now? They’ve won the lottery. Spend, or save? Do they like romance in the books they read (or in the book they’re in)?

I'm quite content with the age I am, as for winning the lottery neither - I would invest it. And romance is not part of my literary repertoire which is no surprise to you I am sure

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oc asks that reveal more than you think

Do they sleep with a stuffed animal? If they have multiple, who’s the favorite?

Can they take care of a plant? What about a pet? What about a child?

Ask them to describe their love interest.

Do they look good in red?

Speech! Speech! Speech! Speech! Will they give one, and what about?

Who will they take advice from, no matter what it is? Who won’t they take advice from, no matter what it is?

Describe them in three words. Now let them describe themself in three words.

Do complex puzzles intrigue or frustrate them?

Do they empathize with non-sentient things (dolls, plants, books…)?

What age do they most want to be right now?

They’ve won the lottery. Spend, or save?

Do they like romance in the books they read (or in the book they’re in)?

Name one thing their parents taught them.

Would they agree with the term ‘guilty pleasure’? Do they have any?

What would they consider a waste of time– other than school or work?

If money wasn’t a limit, what would they wear?

Do they like children?

Kissing: tongue or no tongue?

Do they study before tests? Practice before job interviews?

What do they like that nobody else does?

What would it take for them to break up with someone? What would be the last straw?

Do they like being called pet names? Do they call other people pet names? What’s their go-to?

Stability or novelty?

Honesty or charity?

Safety or possibility?

Talent or effort?

Forgiveness or vengeance (or…)?

Would they date a fixer-upper?

What recurring dreams do they have?

What would they do if they knew it would be forgiven?

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His answer pleased her and a blinding smile graced her delicate lips. “Well, I’m pleased to hear that,” she told him brightly. It was always a gamble walking into a place around the quarter in the pursuit of something magical. Sid had spent a lot of time scoping places out and learning the different groups of people in the area. She didn’t know this guy much beyond the fact that he was incredibly handsome and seemed to be far more intelligent than your average shopkeeper. Research on him and turned up very little, which admittedly was a bit suspicious, especially when paired with the fact that he lived here in New Orleans. Still, he was the one that would be able to get her what she needed so she was taking a chance. 

“Nothing too pressing, though I would prefer it not take too terribly long. Of course, I understand that a stone like this is very rare and can take time. I am of course willing to pay you for your time and efforts as well as the stone itself.” She knew this would not come cheap, but the spell she had in mind was extremely important. Something prickled in the back of her mind, warning her that she needed this protection. The stone would be instrumental in that. “Do you have an idea how long it will take to track down my little gem? Or price range that you believe to be fair for your troubles?”  

Theron clicked his tongue, mulling over potential producers of the stone and time frames for procuring it.  Poudretteite ran about three thousand dollars per carat and by the way this woman had been describing her needs, she’d need something of substantial size and purity as far as gemstones went.  “Obviously the amount you’re willing to spend will have an impact on how long it will take to acquire...I do have a few options in mind.  I think I can procure a three carat gem for you within a reasonable amount of time - if that quality will suffice you’re looking at a price of about ten thousand by the time everything is all said and done.”

He watched carefully to gauge her reaction.  It was a hefty price tag, but if the Scot was worth her salt and at all knowledgeable about what she was after than it shouldn’t be much of a surprise.  Poudretteite was one of the most expensive gemstones on the planet after all and acquiring it from such a volatile region only added to the expense of getting it.

“If that works for you, we can start doing some paperwork?”

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Cobwebs | Theron & Mathis

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Mathis wished he was better at concealing his emotions but the fact of the matter was that any new introduction was a nerve-wracking experience. He never knew how others were going to receive him, so he either walked on eggshells till he ascertained his business was welcome, or he walked right back out the door. On the bright side, his unimposing demeanor usually put others at ease. His manner of dress couldn’t have been more different than his attitude. It almost made one wonder if he realized what he was wearing when he left the house that morning.

Even in heavy leather boots, his steps were light as he nodded and readily followed Theron to the display case. Tilting his head, he studied the box the shop owner removed it for him. It was an intriguing piece in and of itself, and Mathis had to resist the urge to reach out and touch it. Alas, when the lid was opened and the rings were revealed, he couldn’t help extending a hand, his thumb absently tracing over the lip of the box as he exhaled, “Wow… They’re gorgeous.” His eyes slid from right to left and back again before lifting to Theron’s to inquire, “May I?”

Provided he was granted permission to handle the pieces, he carefully lifted the silver one with the green stone. The way the light rolled and flashed across the stone was captivating. It reminded him of a coiled emerald serpent, basking in the sun on a tree branch in the Amazon. But gingerly he put it back. The ruby ring was likewise ultimately passed over in favor of the gold one, which he cradled at the center of his gloved palm as he examined it for a long moment. It was a stunning, but it also resonated with curious energy - called to him, almost. This piece had a past, which just might be perfect for his purposes.

Smiling faintly, the witch looked up, completely forgetting about the pewter (and ultimately probably less expensive) ring he’d first seen in the window. “What can you tell me about this one?” He transferred the gold ring from his gloved hand before offering it back. Whatever the reason he wore the glove over one hand, he clearly favored using the other.

The young man seemed enthralled by the ring set and Theron resisted the urge to smirk.  He was good at what he did - figuring out a potential client’s taste was a must in this business and he had made it an artform over the years.  He allowed the boy to study each of the rings in turn, not worrying about the prospect of having them stolen.  One, black leather aside this young man simply didn’t give off that kind of vibe and his instincts with regards to first impressions was impeccable.  And two, he wouldn’t get more than three paces before Theron would drop him like a stone with a few broken bones to boot.

He seemed to fixate on the sole golden piece and its beautiful black stone, becoming almost entranced by ring, handling it with a quiet sort of awe before handing it back to Theron.

“That particular ring has quite an interesting history.  It’s from Ireland, at least five centuries old.  It belonged to a rather ostentatious branch of the O’Hara clan, but that line has long since died out.  If old family legends are to be believed, it was taken from the hand of the clan’s Banshee.  In return it’s said that the Sidhe cursed the clan and that’s why the line met with such great misfortune.  Only the women of the line seemed to escape unscathed - but only if they married and cast aside their old family name.  This ring was an heirloom from one of the females of the line who married into the MacNamara clan and it’s been passed between collectors ever since.  I take it, this one interests you?”

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She could see his curiosity turning in his mind, this was not a simple mortal that knew nothing of the world around him. The sharpness of his glance wasn’t one that came from just wanting to know more about the stone but one of calculation and risk factors. He wanted to know what she planned to do with the stone. That, however, was between herself and client of hers. She was being paid good money for this particular spell and she’d keep it between herself and her client and no one else.

This man; handsome and clever, was not privy to this information, though it was likely she could give it to him regardless. After all, at the end of the day, his mind was free for her taking. She could erase this encounter with little effort. She did not want to do that, though. It was always such a shame when she had to use her powers for things that weren’t part of her position held in the psychological community.

“I have no preference on whether it is set into a piece of jewelry or if it’s a simple stone. I only ask that it be a solid stone and not shards of a stone.” The ring she had for the stone itself was small, the magic the stone would hold was strong even in a tiny amount because the beautiful stone help to amplify it. It was part of why she needed this specific stone. None others would do. Small as the ring was, the size of the stone was important to her for the simple fact that even in the small amount she needed, it was hard to find a solid stone. “High quality would be best, but I can settle for a medium quality so long as its solid.” Cracks in the stone meant to no magic could be stored.

He could see her pondering her next words and could tell that she was trying to put it in a way that would sound innocent and mundane.  If she truly was a witch as he suspected she was, the pretty red-head was likely using it for a spell of some kind.   Poudretteite was not just a pretty gem for the wealthy - it could hold an immense amount of magical energy.  Hunters were supposed to eliminate supernatural creatures, but in order to do so they had to study them and their practices.  He was familiar with many kinds of spell craft (and had a grimoire or two stashed away at his apartment) and it wasn’t exactly hard to figure out.  Still, he doubted it was for anything particularly dark - the stone’s nature wouldn’t allow a spell like that.

“Hmm, well if it’s a relatively small stone you’re looking for I can procure one of high quality,” he mused, tracing his jaw thoughtfully.  Witch or not, he’d already decided she was a client. “Do you have any time constraints with regards to acquiring the stone?”

[theronathansios]

nsfw - 11, 21, 55, 62, 71

11. Do you ever want to get married?I've never had the desire To, no.21. Do you think someone has feelings for you?Beyond perhaps a shallow infatuation I highly doubt it.55. Share a relationship story.It ended. Now piss off.62. What is the sexiest thing someone could ever do for/to you?Beat me in a fight, but I doubt that's going to happen any time soon.71. What was your kinkiest wet dream?You sodomizing yourself with a cactus.

[theronathansios]

wtf - a reason/excuse for not improving

Simple, I don't fucking want to.

[theronathansios]

a trait they don’t have enough of

Honesty. I live in lies.

[theronathansios]

something they do that hurts themself

I keep people at arms length at all times. I have no close friends, family or even colleagues. I live in isolation...and don't they say it's the lone wolf that dies in the cold?

[occasionalrpmemes]

WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH MY CHARACTER? (an ask game!)

Understanding a character’s flaws is key to making them well-rounded and believable, so send me a number (and a character, if there’s more than one option) and I’ll tell you:

a trait they have too much of  (ex. too much pride = arrogance)

a trait they don’t have enough of (ex. too little pride = insecurity)

a trait they express in the wrong way

a trait they’re ashamed of

a trait they’re not ashamed of (but maybe should be)

a bad habit

something they do that hurts themself

something they do that hurts others

a reason (or excuse) they haven’t improved on any of the above OR

a way that they are improving on any of the above!