hiro uehara the witch heir

@ueharahiro

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the first and only born son and heir to the uehara coven, hiro uehara is a twenty-three year old witch, originating from the cheridi kingdom as a covert emissary for the uehara coven.

#;; ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪᴛᴄʜ ʜᴇɪʀ — (para)#;; ᴇꜱꜱᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪᴛᴄʜ ʜᴇɪʀ — (inspo)#;; ɪᴍᴀɢᴇʀʏ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪᴛᴄʜ ʜᴇɪʀ — (images)#;; ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪᴛᴄʜ ʜᴇɪʀ — (open starter)#;; ᴇꜱꜱᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪᴛᴄʜ ʜᴇɪʀ — (answered)#;; ᴄᴏʀʀᴇꜱᴘᴏɴᴅᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪᴛᴄʜ ʜᴇɪʀ — (letters)

IT was clear from Dracoth's face that he did indeed consider the formal attire to be plain, but then he was a man of eccentric tastes and unending coinage. It said more about Dracoth than it did about Hiro. Still, Dracoth had been impressed by the man's motor skills, and so would not hold his plain garb against Hiro.

"Ah, yes, absolutely! A band of nymphs were handing these out by the fountain, a very friendly species they are! Come quickly, perhaps we'll catch them bathing still!" Dracoth waved for Hiro to follow him as he turned to make his way for the fountain outside. Through the majority of fountains had fallen to decay and wreckage, across the kingdoms, Destarin included, the roman style aqueducts were carefully maintained by magics, and this day, water had turned into wine. "Nymphs bathing in wine, it is like the poet Ovid came back to life solely for today's celebrations!"

Hiro casts a glance around the room before following the duke through it, weaving between the other celebrating peoples, silent as a shadow. He did not know who Ovid was, nor that he was a poet of some nature, so he regards the fountain of wine filled with bathing nymphs only for what it was. He is glad for the mask covering the lower half of his face for it disguises his disgust when a drunken someone comes over with a goblet and dips it into the fountain filled with bodies and drinks from it. "Well... they seem to be enjoying themselves," he comments quietly.

#;; ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪᴛᴄʜ ʜᴇɪʀ — (para)

Hasbaki hadn't felt much of Hiro, the moment in the past they'd had where there had been physical closeness the pain in his side had been a relatively large distraction from knowing the shape of Hiro's form but he'd have been lying to himself if the shape of Hiro's lean form beneath his large hands wasn't appealing, only the social restraint of the room preventing him from moving up the center of his chest.

Has' fingers, as he knows he can't raise them any higher than the table simply move closer to the middle of his hips, pressing softly so his chest is against Hiro. "Asking you to dance," he whispered, ignoring that Hiro insisted he would not concede anything. He held the closeness he'd initiated only for as long as it took for Hiro to potentially register his words before he stepped back, withdrawing his intimate touch but leaving his hand extended in the air.

"Just two strangers celebrating," he insisted, a hint that even though Has enjoyed the strength of Hiro's conviction to taunt him that this could be the only time they get to do such a thing and if that was why Hiro wore this strange face then he needed to take the chance. He could taunt Has later all he desired.

Hiro turns his head, glancing at Has out of the edges of his vision and after a few long breaths, he nods. "A dance.. with a stranger," he turns his body, facing each other now with the table's edge at his back. His expression astutely serene. "Let us dance, then. As strangers," and lays his hand into Has'.

#;; ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪᴛᴄʜ ʜᴇɪʀ — (para)#alt fc from magic

"I didn't intend to talk about this face, I can recall yours," Hasbaki responded, having a difficult time hiding his pride at this. The pride was better than him worrying why Hiro might want him to like this face however. Was it the face of someone Hiro cared for? Someone he desired?

With a small step the witch moves behind the other, to hide his had departing Hiro's finger to slip around his waist, feeling through the fabric for where his hip might reveal itself. He hoped that it still felt lie Hiro but he mentally prepared himself that it might not. "So later, when you do beg," Has mused, honestly enjoying himself as he kept his own voice low, but still loud enough someone nearby could hear if they wished to listen. "You will concede to how much you enjoyed my company? No excuses." The witch's fingers water ever so slightly up, to feel the small of Hiro's waist.

"Mm, congratulations, you are as talented as a mirror," Hiro nods, his eyes squinting in Has' direction, taking note of his pride.

Hiro's confidence in his ability to maintain his illusionary visage was without question and yet when Has moves behind him, his voice a low murmur, bassy and warm in a way that moves the air behind his neck and rises the fine hairs to attention.. Hiro almost loses his concentration. Almost. And then he feels it, the light touch of firm fingers at his waist. Hiro's magic altering his appearance is visual only, like water in the air catching light to present a mirage. By touch, he remains himself.

"What are you doing?" Hiro's voice betrays him, coming out too uneven, too quiet, too much like a blush creeping up his throat. "I will do no such thing."

#;; ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪᴛᴄʜ ʜᴇɪʀ — (para)#alt fc from magic

"Then should I speak on yours?" Hasbaki asked, smiling as he took the glass, knowing if he truly was giving himself too much credit Hiro would not indulge him in conversation, let alone jokes. He'd had simply done his job and moved on from it.

Hiro disagreed but Hasbaki held his composure, leaning in with his teeth still showing from the smile he wore. His dar cheek aligned with Hiro's and he breathed softly through his lips that rest beside Hiro's ear. "You'll want to," he insisted, letting the tip of his nose touch the height of Hiro's cheek, drawing back so the breath from his lips caressed Hiro's jawline and wandered over his lips. "Two drinks will give you an excuse when you do," he smirked.

"No," Hiro replies curtly, his words sharp with the intent to cut though only to be playfully contrarian, "You have already regarded this face and found it displeasing. Why would I want to hear you comment on it further?"

He catches sight of those bared teeth pulled back with his smile and his breath stills in his throat. Ah, this is troubling the way Has stirs something in him. Hiro scoffs, clicking his tongue and turning his face away to school his expression, muttering under his breath, "Excuse. Unlikely."

#;; ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪᴛᴄʜ ʜᴇɪʀ — (para)#alt fc from magic

"I'm a very decided person," Zaya said, meaning decisive though decided worked it was somewhat off what she intended. "I looked at Yazi and I said, he is mine. I eat this, I say it is my favourite. Easy. Did you have to try many treats before it was your favourite or did you taste it and know?"

Hiro nods at her words, finding that decided seems to suit the structure of them well enough, "I see your point. Forgive me for questioning you. I admit I haven't had many treats at all." They were not permitted in his magisterium's kitchen, nor were any snacks. Every meal was curated with the upmost of nutrition in mind and left no room for anything else so it wasn't until he came to Destarin that Hiro had anything indulgent at all.

#;; ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪᴛᴄʜ ʜᴇɪʀ — (para)#alt fc from magic

The strangers face with Hiro's words looks back at him and Hasbaki smiles, able to take Hiro's own amusement that this face has given him to attempt enjoyment of the situation as well, even if concern couldn't fade from him. "My good looks aren't enough?" he asked, gently tugging on Hiro's finger as they reached the drinks.

"I don't need to convince you," he spoke like warm honey. "By the time you're done with the first you'll be begging for a second. With me they always are." Not true. Well, somewhat true. Hasbaki had, over the years, succeeded rather well with women but he knew no male would return to the man who freaked out the moment anything too close started to happen.

"You give yourself too much credit for your looks," Hiro retorts a playful jab. Finding it surprisingly effortless to relax even without the addition of alcohol but two glasses of whatever punch is being served are acquired and he pushes one into Hasbaki's hand.

"And your ability to convince me. I don't know what sort of others you've had begging for more," he tilts his eyes at Has as he tips his glass to his lips, "but I do not beg."

#;; ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪᴛᴄʜ ʜᴇɪʀ — (para)#alt fc from magic

Hasbaki looked to Hiro, the hiss felt hostile but he didn't take it as hostility directly to him but rather a reaction to the implication he might not know something. Has had meant that Hiro likely wouldn't know, he hadn't lived there as long as Has had but he didn't see that as demeaning in the way it seemed Hiro could have taken it, like he needed to assert he lacked the failing of not knowing. "I think it would be fine if you didn't."

It felt a relief that he had misunderstood what Hiro had meant by a night together, and gave a soft nod. He didn't want to admit he'd taken it that Hiro thought he only wanted one thing, that he'd assumed Hiro saw him lie that because he knew it was the only way he'd ever experienced getting close to people since it was all a manipulation. With Hiro it had simply been that he wanted to make sure Hiro knew the desire was there and they only had moments but he kept his perception to himself because the insecurity was his own, and not about anything Hiro had said.

Slowly his own pinky interlaced with Hiro's, still allowing his long black robes to hide the gesture from those behind them. He wasn't ashamed personally but he didn't wish for Hiro's disguise to fall for whatever reason and for his family to expect an explaination. He could explain talking to Has in disguise, to gain information, but to explain an intimacy would be more complex. He didn't think he would ever feel like he was not one move away from ruining everything. "Only one drink?" he joked, offering the hint of a smile to Hiro. "Can't convince you to have a few more?"

A thoughtful hum sounds from his throat, nearly drowned out by the sounds of the music filling the event and the louder sounds of chattering others and laughter. Their own interaction far more subdued in comparison.

"I am open to persuasion," Hiro admits with a cunningly dark glance in Has' direction and then he pulls, tugging with his little finger hooked around his to lead them down to the other end of the table where drinks are being set out. "But how will you convince me?" Hiro throws the question over his shoulder as he leads Hasbaki to the drinks.

#;; ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪᴛᴄʜ ʜᴇɪʀ — (para)#alt fc from magic

Despite the compliment Zaya still eyed him with caution, not intending to be immediately swayed with flattery by a man who agreed he too was friends with a cruel boy who called her names. "You might see the scales on his neck but I would not get so close, I am very protective of my Yazi," she smiled in response. Protective...jealous...the same words.

"I only shapeshift Yazi, other witches might have a hard time shifting themselves because they cannot see who they really are," she commented, eyeing the display he showed not in actual observation of any failing of his own as she did not notice it but unfortunately the comment likely landed in a pointed way.

Zaya brought the honey cake to her mouth cautiously prepared for the internal liquid as she bit with her front teeth. She could feel the grains of pastry sticking to her teeth as liquid filled the area beneath her tongue, pooling around the edges at the back as she closed her lips and chewed. With a firm nod that she repeated she confirmed it was very good. "They are my favourite too," she agreed of their deliciousness, crumbs stuck to her lips.

His smile is a whisper tugging at the edges of his lips, "You are so quick to name them your favorite. How do you know it is your favorite when you have yet to try anything else?" Hiro picks one up for himself and tosses it whole into his mouth.

#;; ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪᴛᴄʜ ʜᴇɪʀ — (para)#alt fc with magic

UNPETURBED, Dracoth shrugs and holds the goblet aloft a group of brownies and he smirks when one snatches it. "Typical bloody brownie" Dracoth quipped and dodged a handful of grapes that were playfully thrown back at him. When he straightened again, Dracoth cast an openly curious gaze over the plainly dressed man, and straightened a daisy chain around one of his horns.

"You'll forgive me my bluntness when I say you're dressed rather plainly! Are you not celebrating with the rest of us?" Dracoth had to raise his voice to be heard over the commotion, but he did not seem irritated by this, he seemed to be enjoying the general energy of the festivities. And so, it occurred to him strange that someone might not be. One might even think it suspicious...

Hiro easily dodges a flying grape in his direction, needing only to slightly tilt his head to the side to avoid it. "Is it plain?" He passes a hand across the front of his chest, a dark fine woven silk, typical of what he generally wears, loose and draping as it crosses over the front of his chest though devoid of a pattern. It is rather plain, considering the lack of embellishments and details, but he still considers it to be formal, at least formal enough.

He looks back up at the other, knowing him to be the newly appointed Duke and lightly gestures toward the crown of daisies hanging from his horns, "Sorry I lack any adornments such as these," his fingers pinch one of the soft white petals but not to tear, only to touch, "but I am here to celebrate, just as you are," he lets his hand drop back down to his side. Cloth mask still covering the lower half of his face so he is not altering his features with magic just yet, "Perhaps you can assist me in acquiring one of these adornments."

#;; ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪᴛᴄʜ ʜᴇɪʀ — (para)

Hiro was right, it didn't mean he liked it though. "I wouldn't need for you to be a secret," Has pointed out, not looking at Hiro as he said it because it was a weakened argument. Yes, they wouldn't need to act in secret but it would be because his coven would assume Hasbaki was acting, that it was a trick. He still got to hide under that lie, that he was doing things in secret to gain Hiro's trust but he was gaining it.

Shuffling his shoulders he rose his gaze once more. "I am disappointed because I don't like looking at a strange face, or that you might assume I'd be fine with a night with you even if you were gone come morning," he clarified, his words ephasised to denote a meaning beyond. "I would want your face and I would want to wake to it," he admitted, once more looking away, his lips pursing because the notion made him feel weak, hearing his Uncle in his head insisting he carried his mother's 'feminine darkness.'

"I know this is what we got, that I got to take what I can, but I don't got to like a face that isn't yours." Handsome as the face was it didn't illicit the same things in Has. He missed Hiro's lips, missed his hair, his frown. The illusion was likely having difficulties depicting that frown since Has imagined it was there but he couldn't really see it. "I know this place though, we used to do drills in here. Some of the walls have passages. I might now one that won't be hard for you to sneak out of come morning."

Hiro listens to Hasbaki, only glancing at him from the corners of his vision before lifting his gaze away with a breath. The assertion that there was a way to sneak through the building and escape unseen is not one that Hiro hadn't considered himself. "I know these passages," he responds in a quiet hiss, "You think I can't leave unseen if I wished?" He could be a shadow, he could be a ghost even without an illusion altering his face.

He dares a touch. Subtly shifting his weight to stand a touch closer to his side, allowing his hand at his side to uncurl, to twitch the small of his pinky finger to seek his hand, "Can you not accept me as I am? A stranger tonight. One you will never see again. And we can talk and walk together and eat a meal and have a drink and look at things and dance and not have to look over our shoulders and wonder if we are one wrong move away from ruining everything?"

#;; ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪᴛᴄʜ ʜᴇɪʀ — (para)#alt fc from magic

ziras-shiftlist

The city was alive in ways that Zira had never seen. She wished her brother was here to see the celebration of the Jester King. They would have tore up the town. Instead she danced through the crowd, drink sloshing about in her hand as laughter boomed out from her chest with those she stopped to joke with and her cheeks burned with glee. It was easy for her to get lost in the exhilaration, a little too lost in fact. Tripping over her own feet as she turned around, Zira found herself knocking someone else's drink with her own.

She made a face as they both spilled on her hand and down her arm. "Cheers?"

Hiro doesn't drink. Usually. So his cup is filled with beet juice and when it's crashed against the side of someone else's and drips down their arm, he doesn't quite know whether he should make a fuss or not.

"Cheers," he replies instead, deciding making a fuss would have the adverse affect. After all, he's not supposed to be here, as evidenced by the magic altering his face to be unlike his own so that he can not be recognized.

Hiro tips back the rest of his drink, of which only a small amount remained, then points to the dark redish purple liquid on her arm, "You'll find that will stain if you don't do something about it."

#;; ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪᴛᴄʜ ʜᴇɪʀ — (para)#alt fc from magic

"Oh, so you are a little group of boys and you let your friend tell my Yazi I am a hag. Be nice, tell your friend to stay out of Yazi's mind, he is an impressionable pandok," Zaya insisted, eating food directly from the serving plates, rather than putting it on a plate.

Zaya licked what remained on her fingers off, eyeing what had been suggested to her unsure if it was smart to trust a man in a mask for food suggestions but she supposed she would have eventually picked at it anyways. "What is it?" she asked him as she held the food between two fingers.

Hiro finds her amusing and the whisper of a smile graces his features beneath the mask. "Is that what his true form is? A pandok. You've shifted him very expertly. I would have never assumed his true form. Many transfigurations done by lesser witches leave impressions of the creature's true form." Birds transfigured into humans often had large crooked noses that were beak-like in appearance. Reptiles often had scaley skin or retained their eyes or teeth or tongues. Yazi looked utterly human and therefore, utterly unremarkable which made him actually very remarkable.

He wanted to keep the mask on for longer, but tugs it down now, magic rippling over his features into obscurity. Like her own work on her Yazi, Hiro's magic expertly molds himself into the likeness of someone entirely unlike himself. "It is called a honey cake. It looks like a plain ball of dough but once you bite it, warm liquid honey coats your tongue," he picks one up and pops it into his mouth. "They are one of my favorites."

#;; ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪᴛᴄʜ ʜᴇɪʀ — (para)#alt fc from magic

Much as he didn't like being told he could not question things he did not like the rippling mask that took over Hiro's face and replaced it with that of another. It was handsome, he could see that, but it wasn't Hiro's and he frowned in observation of it. Even with the lingering hue of his eyes Hasbaki does not feel as if he is looking at the man he...had felt things for.

"What should I call this ghost?" he asked, aware he was still being watched. For Has it was almost better if Hiro looked himself, being seen with a stranger wouldn't be so easily explained but the day had been long, his Uncle had gone, hopefully the rest of the coven would drink too much to pay him any mind.

"Nothing, or whatever you wish," it didn't matter to him, only being a temporary visage. "You seem... disappointed. I thought you would prefer this. Now we do not need to fight each other in public in order to be seen beside each other. We can talk in public, instead of in private. Or is that the only way you want me? When I'm a secret you can hide."

#;; ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪᴛᴄʜ ʜᴇɪʀ — (para)#alt fc from magic

Has did not understand and his shoulders tensed when he was told he was directed that he not as anything. He didn't like it, especially when the Uehara witch said that come morning he might be gone. How bad would the response be if he kidnapped him? If he held him captive and insisted that he could not leave until his coven got the answers they wanted? Hiro may have had specific intentions with his words but, despite prior actions, Hasbaki was not simply seeking physical fulfillment, the idea Hiro might be gone was one he desired a solution to rather than utilise what time they had left to base urges.

"I'm not letting you disappear," he stated, because it wasn't a question. He doubted Hiro took it as a threat but he said it regardless because intention mattered. At least it did to him. "You want to be a ghost tonight, that's fine, but I've got plans and none include you disappearing."

Hiro's dark eyes pierce, looking deep, deep into Hasbaki's own and then he sighs, releasing the solid breath of certainty to tug at the covering over his face.

Hiro's appearance wavers like ripple over water as the mask is removed, not one feature seems to be his and yet is at the same time. His brows are both too short and too long, his eyes either too wide or more narrow, his lips thinner or twisted. His jaw line more square or more round. Every detail that makes him into who he is no longer remains the same, turning him into a distortion of himself. He is himself but he is not. The only thing that doesn't change are his eyes, ever dark and ever burning.

He says again, "Tonight, I am a ghost. Come morning, I may disappear. This mask I wear so I can stand beside you tonight. Tomorrow, we must once again be strangers." The implication there, woven between his words, it is only this false face he wears that will disappear, not the truth of the man beneath it.

#;; ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪᴛᴄʜ ʜᴇɪʀ — (para)#alt fc with magic

Zaya did not think the mask was very subtle. So many people in town seemed to think as much though so maybe by proxy it became so. "Ai, you better not be the boy who keeps calling me a hag, because if you are we need to have some words."

Zaya herself was picking at some food, trying to find something she deemed edible. She mostly stuck to the Cheridan table, everything on the Withermore table either looked undercooked or overcooked when it came to the savoury meals, Zaya only returning there when it came to desserts.

"I am not but I think I know who you mean," following her at the table though he does not take anything. Covering his face means he can not eat, though he feels drawn by hunger. "Have you tried this one?" He points to one of the plates, maybe he can satisfy his hunger vicariously through her.

#;; ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪᴛᴄʜ ʜᴇɪʀ — (para)#wow with no gifs these smol replies look really pitiful xD

Event: Crowning

Open Starter

"Ah, won't you have this, on me!?" Dracoth encouraged, drunk on wine and the wild residents of Destarin who were abuzz around them, dancing and roughhousing, raucous with laughter.

The Incubi offered a goblet, filled to the brimmed with berries and various other fruits. Entangled in his hair and sloping horns was a variety of beads and flowers bestowed upon him by others celebrating. 'Eat up, your newly appointed Duke commands it!"

Hiro stares at the offered goblet with berries and fruits and then flicks the dark of his eyes toward the man. The incubi, Duke of Destarin and son of the Scourge Guild. Naturally, his intelligence has provided him with much information on him and it is therefore important that his identity remained concealed from him. "No, thank you," Hiro replies back coolly, refusing the offer of food so that he does not need to remove the half mask which covers the lower portion of his face. He wears no identifying markers to hint at his identity, appearing only to be a darkly dressed somebody wearing a mask.

#;; ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪᴛᴄʜ ʜᴇɪʀ — (para)

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