Zhyan Suri

Axel was like a very annoying fly buzzing around her, perhaps getting rid of him would be the smartest thing they could do; couldn't imagine dealing with this, while he was still around, moping and whining. All of a sudden, Zhyan took control of the situation, giving orders left and right and being foolish enough to assume Evanora would obey him. "Who do you think you are? You came into a little bit of power, and you think you're in charge now? If it wasn't for me - " she stopped herself; the sooner they were finished with this, the quicker she'd be out of here. Away from this. She would finally pack her bags and leave, like she was going to, on her second day here; Helia be damned. She was not going to keep her promise, the other woman should've expected it anyway.

She swallowed her pride, for the time being, and turned her back to the two men; lids fluttering shut with sheer annoyance, spirits already whispering in her ears, as she asked them for the favour Zhyan suggested; power returned to her, her hand balled into a fist to stop herself from lashing out anything more detrimental. "Go for it - " she muttered, eyes still tightly shut.

Despite the swirling vortex of frustration and confusion at the whole situation itself, and irritation towards Evanora, Axel found some solace in following Zhyan’s instructions. Positioning himself against the wall that faced the street on the other side. He looked up at Zhyan with a mixture of resignation and a sliver of hope. The notion of escape, of fleeing this place of chaos and confinement, sparked optimism in him. This wasn’t going to be so bad, was it? It was a mere leap into water, like Zhyan had described. Much like swimming. Through the fabric of whatever reality Zhyan’s spell promised to weave.

The very thought of what was waiting for him when he came home began to warm Axel from the inside out. The imagined heat from the fireplace back home, the comfort of a warm blanket enveloping him, and the promise of safety and solitude became a beacon of light in the gloom of his current situation.

As his mood lightened, buoyed by these thoughts, Axel watched Zhyan carefully with his newfound hope.

#convo.axel #convo.evanora #convo #fenrirmob #death tw #it happened ;-;

Zhyan only looked at Evanora, he didn't comment on her words, or on the questions. Axel didn't give him any to work with, so he figured he was in charge, it would be easier if he was. There was a tingle under his skin that wanted to get the younger witch out asap so he and Evanora could take down the hooligans in the prison. He didn't know if it was because he wished for violence, or if he was actually thinking about saving the innocent.

He wanted to believe it was the innocent. But the spirits craved for his violence, so that intention must be stronger.

Between himself and Evanora, they got the spells right, the spirits moving reality to their wishes, and Axel could press through. Since they were both paying attention to the spirits, neither could say goodbye, and Axel passed through the wall without fault, moving slowly. Zhyan waited as long as necessary before being certain that it had worked. He dropped his connection to the spirits, and turned to Evanora. "Time to get out of this cell," he said, turning to the metal, and risking another spell as he whispered in Hindi. He set a step forward and with a light touch bend the metal at the door, pushing the bolt outward and flinging the door open.

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Meanwhile Axel was on the other side of the wall, free, hurt, cold. Taking a deep breath as soon as his whole body has come free of the station. The alley was quiet... was... just when he thought he's out of the woods, when he thought he could return home to his book and the warmth of the fireplace, someone yelled in his direction.

There was a loud bang and a stabbing pain just above his chest, blooming for a moment, before all feeling disappeared. And his body slumped to the floor after he was already gone.

Filthy witches. Her eyes burned on the man who's words would surely bite him in the ass in no time. She made sure to remember the way his lips twitched and curved, the color of his eyes, his built, his hair - every little detail was already etched in her mind and that only meant that the target had been slapped on his back. He would be dead, if she made out of here. The moment, she made it out of here, because she will, his head would be on a pike. Evanora was an easy woman to provoke; quick to light a match, quick to start a fight and even quicker in finishing it. If the dead could talk, they’d certainly agree with that sentence. The ones lucky enough to have gotten away, know better than to ever show their faces — they stay burried long enough. I need to get the fuck out of here.

While Zhyan checked on Axel, the other witch was pacing back and forth; hands going through her long waves. She could still feel her fingers twitch with electrcity, yet she couldn't get them out of here alone. "Are you fucking kidding me?" a sharp turn followed; eyes dark, piercing through his own, " Why the fuck would I care about Axel? It's his own damn fault that he's here." It was one thing, to allow those fucks to throw her in that cell, and another entirely to continue taking the blows, and from Zhyan himself. The one she wanted to set free, against her better judgement, against the voice in her head that told her he shouldn't be trusted - no, he's innocent.

She wanted to remind him that the only reason he's got his power back, was because she used her own in his favor.

"What kind of a spell?" gritted teeth barely let the words out, as she moved closer to the bars, with her back turned to him.

Axel felt a surge of gratitude towards Zhyan for checking on him, managing a nod as he forced himself to stand despite the pain. The whispers of the spirits fluttered at the edges of his consciousness, urgent and elusive, yet their message remained unintelligible to him.

Surrounded by chaos, Axel found his patience wearing down, not only due to the situation itself but also because of Evanora’s snarky remarks. Her words, cutting and dismissive, as if he were merely a part of the backdrop rather than a person suffering right beside her, ignited a spark of defiance in him. “Actually, princess,” he retorted, his voice carrying a sharp edge it seldom did, “I didn’t choose this. I was ambushed, beaten, and dragged here. Believe me, sharing a cell with you of all people was not exactly on my agenda tonight.” His words flew from him, fueled by a blend of pain and stress, a boldness borne out of his current situation rather than calculated courage.

After letting out his frustrations, Axel took a short moment to take a deep breath to quell the storm of emotions within him. His focus then shifted back to Zhyan, his expression one of expectations as he waited for an explanation of the spell.

#convo #convo.axel #convo.evanora #fenrirmob

Zhyan sucked in a breath as Evanora spoke, not frustrated because she felt like voicing her opinion, but because he worried they didn't have much time. They didn't know when the hooligans would be back, and if it happened... he didn't understand what they wanted, but it couldn't be anything good. If they wanted to, they could blame all the murders on them, on the Supernaturals. Evanora had made it easier for them to be spotted as witches, using her powers on them. With every second that passed, Zhyan was growing more anxious.

But he had magic, he would be capable of getting Axel out, and he was certain between himself and Evanora, they could take the people who had just come in. If there were more... he didn't know, but he'd gladly attempt it.

"Evanora," he pleaded. "He's innocent in all of this." Axel had his own retort, and he worried it might make things worse. But he didn't have time for this, none of them had.

"Axel, move to wall there," he said, as he pointed to the wall he knew was adjacent to the street. "All you have to do is wait for our signal, when we give it, take a deep breath and walk through the wall, it will feel difficult, it will be like walking through water, don't breath until you're fully on the other side." He turned to Evanora. "I need you to ask the spirits to change the composition of the wall, back to its liquid state. I'll request them to make Axel able to walk through solid matter. There is bound to be pipes and whatnot in these structures, so we can't rely on just one spell." And his request was going to be costly, but he hoped they would listen, he was desperate, and he was promising them violence as soon as they got Axel out.

"Ready?" he asked, as his mind slipped into the sensation of the spirits around him, mumbling his request, begging for their help, whispering his promises. He spoke in Hindi, not that it mattered, his intentions were clear, and that was all the Spirits cared for.

Axel. A look of sheer confusion painted her features, as she observed the man the others dragged in like a wet, sad puppy. She could vaguely remember seeing the man, perhaps maybe speaking a word, but she couldn't put a name to that beaten face. What the fuck was happening? Why would they drag him here? She had sensed, back then that he was a witch, incompetent, but a witch nontheless.

She had her focus solely on the man; a second of distraction could cause her this whole expedition, if she could call it that. One thing Zhyan should know about Evanora is that she'd only invest in anything, if she's guaranteed to win. Nothing else was worth the energy.

A bike chain was the weapon of choice for the next human that was foolish enough to go against her; the sound of the metal snapping from his hands and wrapping around his throat next echoed around them.

"Try that again and I'll break your bones one by one." she murmured, an attempt to make it sound like there's some strenght left in her; an umcomfortable throb already pulseting in her mind, which reminded her that she was starting to push past her limit. Joining Axel on the damn floor, in a state of unconciousness wasn't going to help anyone.

At the sight of the other man chocking on his own chain, the others were quick to gather around the witch; a gun pressed to her back, in order to urge her to move, hands clasped behind her back by a rough pair of large male ones— "No more circus acts. Get in the fucking cell." a snarl to her ear. She reluctantly joined Zhyan behind the bars. At least this way she could recharge; words already whispered to the spirits.

Confusion and disbelief clouded Axel’s thoughts as he struggled to make sense of the scene before him. Zhyan behind bars? And Evanora, of all people, visiting him? The absurdity of the situation made him question the severity of the blow to his head. His musings were abruptly cut short by a sharp pain in his shin, eliciting a yelp as he stumbled, seeking solace against the wall. The surrounding chaos spun around him, seeming more like a maelstrom of sounds and movements that only served to worsen his dizziness.

Blinking his eyes open, Axel’s gaze landed on yet another scene that seemed to defy reality further: a bike chain tightening around someone’s neck. Horror washed over him as the persons body fell limp to the floor. This was not at all how he had envisioned his evening. All he wanted was the simple pleasure of a good book by the fireplace, not this nightmarish tableau. How had his relatively quiet night turned into this spectacle of violence and despair?

His eyes then caught Evanora stepping into the cell with Zhyan, adding another layer of confusion to his already strained comprehension. If there was any hope of escape, sure it rested on their shoulders. There was not much Axel could offer, other than whimpers in pain from the beating, no balance, and no control of his magic. He felt his helplessness acutely.

His voice tinged with desperation and pain, he once again spoke up. “Seriously… What is going on?” It sounded almost like a plea. A need for clarification amidst the chaos around them.

#convo.evanora #convo.axel #gun tw #police mention tw #convo #fenrirmob

Zhyan gritted his teeth together as Evanora retaliated against a much stronger force. Even in battle, one had to know what fights could be fought and which they needed to run away from. He knew that this wasn’t a battle they could win, not easily at least, and not without consequences and casualties. He’d allowed one person to die at his hands already, he wouldn’t be responsible for a second.

Evanora had to obey eventually, when one of the hooligans produced a gun. He’d seen this one often enough to know it must’ve been stolen from the police station itself. Taken out of some holding where it was held for safe-keeping. He’d never been threatened by a weapon, he’d only ever seen it worn. The sight of it filled him with dread.

One of the hooligans picked up Axel and threw him into the cell after the others, locking the bars back in place. Two of them felt the need to sneer before they disappeared through the door back into the main area of the station. “Filthy witches.”

Zhyan swallowed, fear gripped at him, but for the sake of Axel, he braved the threshold of Helia’s spell again to take a look at the damage done. Yet to his surprise: there was no threshold. Nothing made him weaker, and he couldn’t help the intention as he reached out for the Spirits, and the grin that passed over his features when they answered. Magic was at his fingertips again.

And he knew he should make the right choice on how to use it. He’d been deaf to them for months, so he probably didn’t have that much goodwill left. “Axel, are you alright, can you stand?” He turned to Evanora before catching a reply. “Do you still have reserves?” he asked. He swallowed. “I have a spell that can get Axel out, he needs help. I– we should make sure he’s safe before we try anything. I need two people.”

It wasn’t a difficult spell, but it was the amount of people that made it difficult. They would have to convince the spirits to make Axel and his body transparent, so he could move through the wall and get outside and away from this mess. “I– I can hear the spirits again, I can do one part of the spell.” There was a promise in his eyes as he watched Evanora: a promise that if she helped him with this, he’d help her with whatever chaos she had in mind.

museinitalics

"Uh, no it's coffee," Joel stated back curiously, having not yet grasped that Zhyan was trying to confirm the holiday. It came to him a second later and he couldn't help but let out a laugh at his own expense, "Oh, you mean, right," Joel chuckled and shook his head, "Yeah, it's Christmas. Great time to be locked up, hm? During the height of the holiday season."

Zhyan couldn’t help joining in, his laugh short and soft, but still there. Christmas in a mug would’ve been fun. Still, he accepted the mug, took a sip, and bit away his reaction against the bitterness. He didn’t understand how people could drink this stuff. But it was still better than nothing, far too strong, but perhaps the caffeine could fight the lingering magic that held him prisoner for a moment.

He hummed in reply. “I didn’t have any plans, so I guess it is.” Though there was longing in his voice, he wished to be among people again. Though rather as someone anonymous. “Are they… are they doing festivities like usual?” he asked.

#convo.joel #convo

Her hands ignited with green electrics, her own abilities trying to chew through Helia's now weakened barrier. Evanora picked her timing perfectly; a full moon that got everyone a little too preoccupied to fixate on keeping strong a magical barrier holding up a witch, most knew wasn't even capable of murder. it was all theatrics, a distraction from the very real threat that was bigger than Zhyan, and Evanora; hell, it was bigger than Helia and the whole damn council. She left him without an answer; her eyes locked on his own simply indicated - just wait and you'll see. Her mind couldn't register the commotion outside; she had to focus all her energy onto the task at hand, to actually succsseed. it was almost done, she could feel the barrier cracking beneath the force of her power; a twitch in her lip at the sheer rush of adrenaline. it was then, when she felt a presence interfering with her magic, and the stench of a human. Fucking idiots. Then, before one of the men closed the distance, two fingers flicked towards the grunt, an immediate spasm was caused; a satisfying thump of a body dropping to his knees when he appeared almost paralysed. One down, only nineteen more to go. Fuck. Evanora wasn't prepared for this - sure, she would have fun with it, but taking those men down, would suck her magic dry; she wasn't sure if there'd be any left to take the barrier down.

Axel’s senses were clouded, and his awareness of his surroundings reduced to a mere blur of motion and noise. He only knew one thing for certain: he was being dragged into the eye of the storm. The men’s iron grip on him was a sure way to leave his skin bruised following tonight’s events.

A soft “oof” escaped his lips as he was unceremoniously dropped to the floor. Disoriented, he struggled to piece together the chaotic tableau unfolding around him. It was the sporadic flashes of green electric light, flickering like errant fireflies that eventually drew his gaze to the familiar figures of Evanora and Zhyan. His lips parted in an attempt to ask about the events, but his words betrayed him, dissolving into the charged air.

Axel sought the steadiness to stand by leaning heavily against the wall for support. The world, however, seemed to be in a relentless spin – mocking his efforts. He realized he needed a moment – just a brief respite from the disorienting whirl of his senses.

After gathering his strength, Axel finally managed to find his voice, albeit a little weak and laced with confusion. “What is happening?” He looked between them in attempt to read their expressions to find answers, and some semblance of understanding in the midst of the chaos.

#convo #convo.evanora #convo.axel #fenrirmob #injury mention tw

Zhyan took a step back from the bars, as Evanora set to work, he could feel the change in air, he could sense the Spirits, even if only for a moment, there was still the spell on him, the fact that he could no use his magic within this cell, could not speak to those he’d spoken to for such a long time. So kindly, so vividly.

Just before the barrier was broken, a few men who were not police officers - or witches for that matter - walked into the small room. They seemed to move to attack Evanora, with one of them instantly being felled to her Magic. But how much did she have left to fight against them. There were five in total now, one laying on the floor, one reaching for Evanora with a bike chain, one closing the door behind him, and two dragging in an unconscious individual.

This one was a Witch… and not unconscious after all. But in a bad state nonetheless. “Axel?”

Zhyan turned to Evanora, uncertain of what these three wanted, but clear on one fact: they weren’t supernatural. “Evanora,” he hissed. “You can’t fight them on your own!” He was pleading with her. Their best course of action was to lay low: especially as whatever they’d done to Axel, they might as well do to them too.

“Yeah, girlie, listen to the prisoner here, we want all three of you in that cell!” One of the hooligans snarled, and gave Axel a good kick to his shins.

The last time she was here, she had the man convinced that it wasn't him who did the killings, that he wasn't capable of murder, that despite it all, he didn't deserve to be caged. Evanora would never show anyone an ounce of sympathy, but there was something about seeing a fellow witch locked up that really set her insides aflame. Fuckers. The goddamn concil and everyone on it; Helia must have lost her mind, bumped her head a little too hard on that boney ground.

The witch walked inside the police station, like she wasn't a goddamn civilian, but one of their own. Of course she would do something like that; she was always on the brink of unpredictability. Nobody seemed to stop her at first, but then she felt a hand on her arm; strong grip stopping her in her tracks. "Excuse me, maam - " the man spoke. She didn't even let him finish. It didn't take much to send him back on his way; a whisper to the spirits was enough. Power, not only her own, but the one that was gifted to her, rushed through her veins, and the tips of her fingers shook with electricity. Don't go off the wagaon, a silent reminder to behave, at least no yet.

It wasn't long before she was met with Zhyan. "It's your lucky day." dark eyes locked on his; a look far too dangerous lingered on her features, despite the twich in her lips.

The chaos erupting from the police station pierced the air, a jarring contrast to the quiet street. Axel barely registered the commotion, his mind focused solely on distancing himself from it. “Not my circus, not my monkeys,” he mused silently, eyes fixed on the pavement, steps quick and determined.

Despite this, curiosity got the better of him, drawing his gaze upwards. The police station, now in full view, was a hive of frenetic energy, voices clashing in anger and urgency. A part of him wanted to explore what was happening, and to understand the source of the uproar. However, reason prevailed, and urged him to continue down the street towards his home, pace even quicker and a growing sense of paranoia nipping at his heels.

Lost in his thoughts, he was pulled back as a sharp pain exploded at the back of his head, staggering him. He fought to maintain balance, his vision swimming into a blur. When it cleared, he found himself surrounded by four ominous figured, their words unintelligible against the pounding in his skull.

Blows rained down on him, each hit and kick draining his strength, tethering him closer to the cold ground. In desperation, he pleaded silently to the spirits for aid, but their voices only eluded him, lost in the maelstrom of stress and pain.

Before long, rough hands hoisted him to his feet, dragging him away. The throbbing pain at the back of his head pulsed with every step, clouding his thoughts, and stifling any attempt at resistance. As they neared the chaos of the police station, his desire to fight fought against the crippling agony. However, the pain left him unable to do anything. He felt like a mere spectator in his own ordeal, helplessly caught in the unfolding drama as the police station loomed closer and closer as he was brought towards the turmoil.

#convo.axel #convo.evanora #convo #fenrirmob #injury tw #blood tw #police mention tw

He was unsure of the commotion further down the station, Zhyan couldn’t sense the room like maybe he could’ve done at some point. This awareness of things around him, the awareness of others. It was useful, he could see who were of his kind, who weren’t. He had used it so often back home, at war. To see who was who, what was what, which ones he had to target. He frowned when Evanora appeared, he didn’t need his additional senses to understand that she was up to no-good, but as the door opened for a moment, sounds that washed in from the outside were louder than they were usually. Was something going on? Was Evanora using the commotion outside for some reason? Or had she created it?

“What are you planning?” he asked. He took a step closer to the bars, he felt the difference, the power keeping him in check was less intense.

Meanwhile the commotion in the police station grew, as the staff - those who weren’t actively engaged - was alerted by a figure being dragged in by four men. The doors were closed behind them, as the figure was plopped up against the wall. Chaos erupted a few seconds later as officers started to move. The hooligans, twenty in total, addressed the situation with far more organisation than anyone expected, making sure nobody was capable of getting out, collecting them all in the very middle of the station.

“Get the kid into the cell,” one of them ordered a few others, who picked up Axel and hoisted him towards the room where Zhyan and Evanora were.

EVENT THREAD LOCATION: fenrir police station TIMESTAMP: 11 pm, 27th of February @evanoraray @mischicvous

Zhyan knew it was the full moon, even though he could barely see the sky through the little window at the other side of the cell. He knew the time only from the clock in the wall, but everything else was a mystery to him. He did not know if it was cold outside, he didn’t know about the fog or if there was snow.

He looked up to hear commotion at the doorway, though he couldn’t see anything past the thick solid door. Neither did he dare to get in closer, after all, the closer he got to the bars, the more the spell would work on him.

Outside of the cell, the under-staffed police station was suddenly bursting with activity. Several figures made their way in, requesting assistance, moving through the place and taking the attention of the staff. They were on a mission, but they made sure to look like they were merely looking for help. None of them seemed to notice a figure who wasn’t staff being in the same place, with very different intentions.

Outside of the station, a group of four were on their phones, sending out messages to a telegram group chat. One of them got his attention pulled by a single individual making the way down the street. Not one of us, he mouthed to his pals, before the four made their way to the other side of the street towards the individual.

#convo #convo.evanora #convo.axel #fenrirmob

He didn't have to spell it out for her; she already knew the feeling, or so she thought. That night, when she was caught red handed with those three bodies, she had never in her entire life felt like having less control over her own mind. It made her feel fragile and vulnerable, and she had ripped those emotions from the very roots; they had no place within her anymore. "I had no choice either. That night." She admitted through gritted teeth. It wasn't easy, to confide in him, tell him the truth, when he could very well use it against her. Alas, he was behind bars, wasn't he? She had the upper hand.

"It's easy to point fingers, isn't it?" She asked; eyes still locked on the metal bars, as her fingers traced them one by one. She couldn't believe how long it's been since that day and Zhyan still couldn't decide, for himself, if she was the villain in this place. She could give him a hint; she was the villain in every place. But she wasn't the villain in his story, was she?

"Until you've walked a mile in someone elses shoes." Evanora added, "What do you think, Zhyan? Come on, it's beem months - " her lips curled into the slightest smirk, "You still can't make up your mind."

#convo.evanora #convo #murder mention tw

Zhyan frowned. He didn’t know if they were speaking about the same night. He didn’t know much about Evanora, just that he wasn’t quick to trust people. But he didn’t know if it was him or the spirit deciding that for him, obviously he tried to stay away from powerful witches. It was why he avoided Helia. He’d always felt like it was just a normal thing to do, this fear of those with more power than him, that fear that they might see something worthy in him, and that they’d use him. Or there were other things happening.

He looked away from her then, he wasn’t pointing fingers, he was wondering, he was wondering if he was the only one in this room right now who had lifted a finger to kill someone. The thing was, he’d done so many times before, back home, in the war his parents had made him fight. And he wasn’t so sure he’d ever completely escaped that war.

“I can’t,” he said. “I don’t feel like you want me to find out,” he said. “I know you didn’t call those ten people they found on the beach, that was something else. But do you? Do you know that?”

museinitalics

The hope for tea would be met with disappointment because when Joel entered it was not with a cup of tea but instead a mug of coffee for the simple reason being that it was his own preference and he believed most people enjoyed coffee just the same as he did. So he brought coffee and clinked the side of the mug gently as he entered, "Brought you something warm," he announced. Even he shivered a little being inside the cold space. He didn't have a connection to the spirits in the same way the witches did but even a throng of them this thick made the atmosphere feel frigid and inhospitable, the kind of space that made humans feel like it was creepy.

It felt weird, seeing Zhyan here like this and he knew he had to keep himself at a distance but he couldn't help this. He had only known Zhyan briefly but the man he had known was not capable of hurting anyone.

#convo #convo.joel #fenrirmarket

Zhyan smelled the coffee from metres away, a strong aroma that lingered, filling his nostrils. It was something warm at least. He needed something warm. With a smile he walked over to the bars, blanket thrown over his shoulders. The closer he got to the metal bars, the weaker her got - as per Helia’s spell - but he had gotten the hang of not letting it show. He held out a hand to accept the mug.

“It’s Christmas?” he asked, still not familiar with the Western holidays, and getting very little room to look into the outside world. It felt like his whole world was this prison, this room, the cold, his bed, the chair, the blanket falling down from his shoulders. He’d never missed people much, but now he did. A lot. He was starting to realise that he was an extravert.

Zhyan swallowed, looking away then, because he was back where he started: a witch unable to reach for the spirits, unable to make them work for him. Only now it was far more painful: he couldn't hear them, and they would not be able to hear him either. He had been made mute and deaf. At least Witches turned Werewolf could still sort of sense them, and it was the spirits who could no longer hear.

He'd been tainted, by the power of those he should consider his own. He looked away from Evanora because he could not address the shame he felt to be brought down again, and he didn't dare to admit that he didn't really mind.

He stood. "I won't kid myself," he said, more forcefully than he'd said anything before. "I'm at the mercy of this city's leadership, and there is no way I'm getting out without them." In order to show this to Evanora, Zhyan took a few steps towards the bars, weakness seeping into his body until he felt like another step might make him faint. He retreated back to his chair.

"Do you think I'd be capable of... do you think that was me?" he asked.

fuck this place's leadership, was what lingered on the tip of her tongue; but she was in no position to fuck with the authorities right now. yes, a little havoc would be great, it would be just like her to cause a riot, but with helia weakened, evanora knew it wasn't a good time. "if you've come to me, when i told you to - " another shrug; light, with the tiniest hint of mockery, " - maybe things could've been different, don't you think." the same cunning smile remained on her lips, as she observed closely the affect the bars had on the other witch.

"no." she sighed; words laced with slight disappointment. they might not have known each other for a long time, but she could see him for who he was; and that was no killer. a pity, really. a witch must come to great power, and make their enemies perish, when threatened. "you don't have it in you." she was firm; dark eyes locked on him. her words were not meant to provoke, not meant to stab; she meant to reassure him, that the villain in this place, was still her.

"you don't get to steal the small town murderer title, so easily from me." red lips curled into a smirk; unlike zhyan, she had been painted a murderer a long time ago, and quite frankly, the role suited her. she didn't mind getting blamed for all of this; hell, she could show them what more she was capable of.

#convo #convo.evanora #murder mention tw

Zhyan looked confused for a moment, then sighed. He listened to her further, not wanting to spill the words already, instead giving himself a moment to actually explain this, though it was hard and he could feel the words in his throat, trying to keep him from uttering them. “I didn’t know,” he said. “I knew something…” He gestured to his heart. “I knew something was making decisions for me, I followed it, or… I didn’t have any choice but to follow it.”

He looked away. “I was used… by this… spirit.” He brushed his shoulder, where the bullet had been once. “You’re not really a murderer either, are you? Those three I saw you with, that day… did you kill them?”

Would it matter? Zhyan had been caught red-handed, Evanora only had speculations to her name.

he looked miserable; and she would hate to see another of her kind locked behind bars; a metal cage made for humans, like they were some animals. zhyan was no animal, he wasn't even entirely human; if he only possesed a greater power, that knew no bounds, he wouldn't be caged like some poor bastard, who couldn't even get himself out of a speeding ticket.

she pitied the man; her frame moved closer to the bars; slender fingers brushing against each metal bar, one by one, gently.

"if you could only - " a beat; there was a hint of mischief evident within her dark hues, " - find the power, to get yourself out of here -" she hummed softly; she was cunning, especially when her mind was working in the direction of achieving something that would piss some people off.

"but you've made your bed, i suppose, so -" she lifted her shoulders lightly, "you must lie in it."

#convo #convo.joel #//i picked joel but it can also be Chae!#fenrirmarket

"Do you think I'd be capable of... do you think that was me?" he asked.

#convo #convo.evanora

HOLIDAY EVENT 2023 @museinitalics ( ft. Joel )

Zhyan had never cared about Christmas, until his move into Europe, he hadn't given it much thought. His family had been strictly Hindu, and there were very few places in his direct vicinity that had even cared about the Christians.

But seeing the people who worked at the police station fill up every single room with lights and decorations, made him appreciate the festivities more. He'd missed Diwali after all, he wanted to pretend these lights were his new year.

He sat on the bed when the door opened once again, hidden under the blankets he'd been given against the cold of the station, hoping the person entering the place where the Spirits kept him prisoner was bringing tea.

oh, how the tables have turned. evanora relished in exhilarating magic that she often pressed to its limits, playing like a child in the darkness, urging other witches to come touch the monster in it. she had always wished to see that side of zhyan; hungry, destructive, on fire. they've had a couple of conversations over the topic, but he bever seemed to let go of the control, he was holding onto so tightly. she didn't know why hel had chosen zhyan; perhaps he's been so close to the edge, just needed a little push. evanora wouldn't be a satisfying target. she already possesed the darkness, hel needed to manipulate. hell, she'd do it herself, no posessing of her body needed, for maybe something little in return; a new beginning would be great. evanora wouldn't be a challenge, zhyan on the other hand - "i had to see it with my own eyes, zhyan" she spoke, "i always thought it would be me behind the bars." she always fell back on harshness. that was the closest to good to see you alive, she could muster.