feysol:
sol can’t help but smile, leaning his hip against the kitchen counter while watching the other carefully ― he didn’t even know the witch-boy’s name, yet felt more comfortable than he had in a long, long while. “ that….sounds nice. “ the twinkle shining in his eyes is evident enough of his appreciation, head tilted to the side as he puts the majority of his attention on the other male.
but then he speaks again, and sol finds his face dropping out of instinct ― it wasn’t often that the he had found witches rejected by familiars; after all, the power of his very species largely depended on bonding process. more often than not, it was due to….incompatible personalities, per say ― but something told him that wasn’t the case with this. in the time they spent getting to ‘know’ one another (well, as much as one could in the form of a cat), sol had come to quite enjoy the other male’s presence; he was gentle but with a warm feeling to him, his approach being one of the more….pleasant ones the familiar had come across.
but then the reason hits him smack in the face.
sol’s eyes widen slightly as he processes what the man had said ― no magic? suddenly everything made sense; the peculiarity of his aura, the items dotting the expanse of his home, and especially the fact that his mortality was even more evident than ever. sol could smell it from a mile away, the very essence of his spirit seeming…off, per say. and now, as he watches him closely, he has his answer as to why.
they were more alike than he thought.
“ oh. “ it’s the only thing sol can properly say in the moment, lips rounding as he blinks slightly. there’s a simple silence only that is present before the familiar smiles ― it’s gentle, tugging on the corners of his lips in an endearing manner as his eyes soften. “ i can see why but, then again… “ sol shrugs, gaze flickering to the ground for a moment. “ it’s all about the connection, i find. i don’t really care if you can create a hurricane or level a building… “ a small chuckle falls past his lips, a masked attempt to hide the sudden pit in his stomach. “ so long as they treat me right that’s all i care about. but i’m sorry, that isn’t fair to you. i wish they weren’t so…caught up in themselves. you’re a really nice guy, you deserve a really nice familiar. “
As expected what filled the room after Youngjo’s confession was a pressing silence, only the sound of the kettle whistling breaking into the room. It felt a bit awkward to wait until the familiar finally reacted exactly the way he had predicted. It was only logical for a creature who was looking for a witch, whose entire existence was centred around this very concept, to dismiss him the moment they figured out his circumstances. He didn’t hold the other in spite for something that was natural.
It still hurt though.
Turning off the stove, Youngjo prepared a small handful of carefully selected herbs to finish off his tea with. He might not be able to do magic, but at least he could use his knowledge on herbs and nature in other ways, and he dared say he made a darned good cup of tea usually. “I hope you don’t mind green tea,” he commented the moment the familiar was done speaking. “Rhubarb and ginger is quite a nice combination if you ask me. Very soothing.” Honestly he found slight solace in the words, even if his logical mind told him that the guy was just trying to be nice to him. Perhaps it would have been easier if he was just treated the way he usually was -- as a laughingstock.
Pouring first the water and then the milk as requested he handed over the beverage. “Careful, it’s hot.” The warning came out absentmindedly, more by reflex than anything else. The words were resounding within Youngjo’s mind. ‘You deserve a nice familiar,’ huh? That was definitely not something he had expected to hear, not now, not ever, and for a moment the would-be witch opened his mouth to ask a question. “Say...” he began hesitantly, eyes for a moment flickering with some form of expectation or maybe hope even. But then he lost that spark as soon as it had appeared. “No, nevermind, it’s nothing.”
Shuffling around awkwardly and blowing cold breath upon his own tea Youngjo thought for a moment how to distract the other from the question unasked. And then he realised that there was a huge flaw in the flow of this conversation. “Ah, I don’t even know your name. I guess I won’t have to name you myself after all.” A slight chuckle left him at the suggestion that such was exactly what his intentions had been -- after all in his cat form, the guy had borne no sign of an owner or a name, so it wasn’t a lie to say that Youngjo had been considering what to name the creature more than once. “I’m Youngjo by the way. Bae Youngjo.”















