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bakery brawl | sage & noah & will & declan
Will rattled his way through the different cases of baked goods. He’d passed this place on more than one occasion, even bought croissants and muffins on his way to ‘work’ while casing the place out. The shop, The Flour Garden, was owned by a small witch. She seemed meager enough. Relatively easy to handle if she came down to see what all the commotion was about ( not that he was trying to get caught ) while he had his guns and his enchanted axes. Moving away from the cases, Will shuffled through the drawers lining the cabinets on the walls. They contained ingredients labeled with cursive writing. Extract of poppy, rosemary, hemlock, amethyst… even if they weren’t things worth taking, he could still make a show out of its destruction. After all, supernaturals certainly didn’t mind wreaking havoc on the lives of humans, so why should he care about them? Yanking the drawer from its compartment, he tipped the drawer over and let the bottles shatter on the floor. “Find anything good, Declan?” he called over his shoulder.
Meanwhile, Sage tiptoed down the stairs that led to anding of her apartment’s front door. Still clad in her pajamas, Sage stilled when she heard voices barking through the back entrance of the bakery. At least one was a man, of that she was certain. Heart racing, Sage fumbled for her phone, sitting in the pocket of her bathrobe. With clumsy fingers, she typed meN in stOre and sent it to Noah as fast as her hands would allow. Sucking in a trembling breath, Sage struggled to calm the bombardment of her heart beating in her chest. Then she whispered, “silentium,” magic briefly charging the air for an instant and then vanishing before Sage made her way down the stairs, footsteps completely silenced.
declan wasn’t too sure why they were in the bakery in the first place. the witch that owned it seemed harmless enough, and had even sold him sleep aid baked goods at some point. he was sure he still had some in his cabinet from the last time he bought them. if will thought the place needed searching, however, declan wasn’t going to be the one to let him do it alone. he knew better than anyone that a harmless appearance couldn’t always be trusted. he ran his hand along the spines of books in their shelves, his eyes passing over each title before landing on a spiral spine journal. he pulled it from its place, much more carefully than will was moving around, and opened it to flip through the pages. “nothing,” he responded, reading over the recipe for the cookies he had from her. “honestly? i think she’s just a baker.”
just outside, noah reached the front of sage’s store, claws out in place of his fingernails and his ears tuned in to the direction of the shop. the stench of humans hit his nose before he could reach the sidewalk in front of the shop. he kept to the shadows, figuring that whoever was inside would be looking out the window to lookout. there were two of them from what he could tell. one of them smelled strongly of liquor, and older than the other. he turned around the side of the building, between sage’s shop and the store next to it. he was going to wait, pulling out his phone to text sage that he had arrived, when her very familliar scent reached him from inside the store. “fuck,” he growled, tucking his phone away and backing up across the door. in a swift motion, he kicked it open. “show yourselves!”
