░░ ➽ blooming ✿

please repost, don’t reblog.

open curtains | closed blinds stray dog | house cat people | pets outside | inside half-empty | half-full tv | radio sing | dance shoes | sandals cash | credit hike | drive casual | elegant center | corner sword | shield airplane | boat fizzy | flat garnished | plain extra salt | extra pepper spicy | mild record player | digital media opaque | transparent white lies | complete truth blunt | subtle noisy | silent books | music familiar | new youth | experience spoon | fork and knife knife | baseball bat space | ocean bow and arrow | blow dart love at first sight | slow burn freckles | dimples long eyelashes | long fingers soft lips | sensitive neck stubble | thick hair slow dance | intimate conversation candlelight dinner | stargazing

tagged: @ofcharisma

Well that wasn’t the reception he was expecting. He thought she’d at least be relieved to not have to struggle so hard to track him down again, but apparently doing it the hard way was preferable. Though it was so worth it to make her yelp like that, smirking mischievously as she tried to sound tough.

“I’m the one meddling? Me?” he questioned incredulously, standing up and wandering over to her desk to pick up the old worn tomes. “So the NYU history professor suddenly has an interest in demonology? Wasn’t aware the dark arts popped up much in American history, save for the Salem witch trials, but we all know what that was really about.” He chuckled and dropped the book back on her table, then tilted his head as he watched her curiously.

“I thanked you for your offerings. In my own little ways, but I did show gratitude. I didn’t meddle. What you’re doing right now though? Textbook meddling. And if I hadn’t just ‘appeared’ now you would’ve done something dangerous. Like summon some Lovecraftian tentacle monster from the deep that would eat you alive.So once again, and fuck knows why, I’m doing you a favor.”

“i assumed your thanks was not murdering me in my kitchen and eating my soul.”

she stomps over towards her desk to snatch her books from his reach, frowning angrily.

“i knew you were behind all the good stuff happening to me. that’s why i was trying to find you. i’ve been way off my game all week and everything is still going right, and i want you to back off.”

a huff as she literally stomps her foot down, proud that she’s gotten this far.

He felt bad, oddly enough. It was always annoying to be plucked out of your usual schedule just because some mortal was reckless and would do anything for a miracle, but he had known Dr. Olivia Covington was not the type the moment he laid eyes on her. It was just fun to scare ‘rational’ minds now and then, but with her he actually worried. It was rare for him. So he sent some good fortune her way as a reward for her hospitality, hoping that was the end of it. But for some reason he couldn’t help keeping an eye on her, making sure she was adjusting well after the scare. All seemed good until she made some rather odd choices for research material, frowning as he realized what she was up to. Curious, he let her do her work in peace for awhile, impressed by her perseverance, deciding to drop in again and save her the trouble.

“That one’s complete bullshit, by the way. Huge waste of your time,” he informed her helpfully from his spot on her couch, referring to the book she was scrutinizing so carefully, watching her with a slight smile curving his lips. “Gotta say though, mighty impressed by the lengths you’ll go to to secure a second date.”

when your voice breaks the silence, her pen goes flying across the room, and she’s less than thrilled at the yelp that accidentally escapes her throat. she’d been thinking about this moment and what she’d like to say to this guy for literal days, but now that the time has come, all that comes out of her mouth is a sad yet valiant attempt at a firm,

“no.”

with the initial shock now gone, she takes a deep breath and stands her ground and points, honestly a little impressed that she hasn’t started crying yet.

“No longer a man, my dear. Much more than that,” he corrected quietly, noting how quickly the mood changed now she was finally catching on. Usually he thrives on these kinds of reactions but for once it wasn’t as fun, likely because she was truly innocent. What was this twinge in his stomach? Was that guilt? He thought he lost that emotion ages ago.

With a bored sigh he stuffed a handful of chips into his mouth and crunched rather loudly in the otherwise silent kitchen, washing it down with more beer before picking up what was left of the sandwich. “You’re right, it was an honest mistake. I wasn’t planning to do any harm to you, Olivia, just playing around for shits and giggles.” He didn’t explain how he learned her name, it didn’t take much to pluck certain bits of information from unsuspecting minds. “Thank you kindly for the food, and your hospitality. Have a pleasant afternoon, and try to get some sleep, will ya?”

With that he disappeared, leaving behind only a puff of black smoke and a plate with crumbs on it.

as if a switch was flipped, she finds herself sliding down her refrigerator and hugging her knees to her chest the second the edgelord of a whatever disappears from the room. she remains feeling a little bit off for the next few days to say the lest, but everything still seems to being going right, and any mind as curious as hers would become suspicious.

so, when final grades are finally in and the fall semester is officially over, she finds herself sitting in the middle of her living room, flipping through a pile of old books she had to use her doctorate credentials to check out. it just didn’t seem like a good idea to take advice from an online source on how to summon a demon, she rationalizes, straining to decipher some of the archaic latin from the pages in front of her. as one would suspect, it’s no easy task, so naturally she’s focused all of her concentration on it, and has spent the better part of her evening remaining completely oblivious to everything else in her apartment that isn’t either a book, a toilet, or a coffee cup. 

tagged by: @ofcharisma tagging: uh nobody snek is literally the only person i rp w/ on tumblr anymore lmao ily

BOLD :    any  that  apply  to  your  muse   (  labels  /  turn ons  /  likes  ) . italicize :    any  that  apply  to  your  muse  selectively . STRIKE :    any  of  your  muse’s  turn - offs  /  dislikes .

A brow rose at the way she seemed to hold the beer at arm’s length, smirking softly as he took the offering and popped the cap with his power as well. If he was going to be labeled extra might as well own it. 

“Hmm, unfortunately fear isn’t what I feed on,” he replied with a snort, taking a swig of the beer and placing it on the counter beside him before he continued. “Like I said, its a show of power. A reminder that I could do anything I want to you right now, and there’s little you could do to stop it. And also I just enjoy your cute reactions. Such innocence in my presence, haven’t encountered that in awhile.”

she tightens her sweater around herself and crosses her arms over her chest as feelings of true fear and dread wash over her now that the initial shock has worn off. it’s not a joke anymore, the stranger clearly is not a figment of her imagination, and the lighthearted rambling stops as her nervousness is gradually replaced by overwhelming unease at his presence. the tone and volume of her voice changes dramatically as she opens her mouth to speak, eyes lowered.

“you’re a stranger --- a strange man --- standing in the middle of my kitchen. i’m barefoot, i’ve been up for nearly 48 hours, and you’re clearly bigger than me. you don’t need to use whatever fucked up dark magic bullshit you’re doing to prove that you could overpower me. please, just --- “

a pause to swallow past the lump in her throat and squeeze her eyes shut as a shudder and a wave of nausea passes through her body while she tries not to think about the events that may or may not unfold over the next couple of minutes.

“Necessary? Maybe not. Does it send the message that I’m not someone to fuck with? I think so.”

She may disapprove but he could care less. He didn’t ask to be here, even worse there was no real plan here. Just an annoying coincidence. But at least he was getting some free food out of deal, once again crunching loudly on some potato chips. She was a babbler, he could tell, listening to her ramble nervously and waited patiently until he found something worth replying to.

“I’ll take a beer, please. Thank you. And I have no reason to kill you. Luckily you caught me on a good day.”

He smirked softly at her attempt at humor, but disguised it with another bite of sandwich. Not the oddest summoning he’s ever had, but definitely the most amusing. “And what good is a panic button in a fridge? Exactly how often is someone attacked while digging around for food? Seems oddly specific and only beneficial for this situation specifically,” he mused, shoveling chips in his mouth again.

after she straightens up, she closes the refrigerator and holds a bottle of beer out for the stranger to take, maintaining a safe distance.