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                 I CAN NOW BE FOUND AT @lighthousc​.                                                     ( no, i did not quit — just moved. )

I’M BACK. TECHNICALLY. after a long hiatus to think on things, i’ve decided starting over was my best option. moving over to this new blog and leaving this one as an archive — if you want to continue our threads on the new account, dm me over there so i know you’re interested, otherwise keep an eye out for a starter call.

for those who don’t follow, thank you for being a part of my journey as a roleplayer. genuinely wishing you all happy times and good storylines. officially logging off of this account, later !

Turn on the light, illuminate the world. The world itself is no longer the kind of crowded, yet distant space it had seemed when she was a child - still learning and absorbing and coming to understand the essence of it, and what BLOOMED ALIVE around her. The fact that magic was real, that people, too, could have it or not and there was a distinct means with which you had to live your life according to what they did or didn’t have. As if the shock itself would be so damn alarming that it would leave them traumatized for life. But what a pity that was, considering the joy, the comfort, the amazement in which it could bring - the example of which being, how Marlene could pop into her favourite little magic shop, regardless of her day job in London working within the money trades.

            Will it to be done, and so it shall be.

Nico’s always been a lovely sort - the kind that always leaned in, and wanted to understand the most curious of things. That he remembered things, that he wanted to be, KEENLY AWARE, of the customers that browsed his aisles, that chose things from the shelves that fit into their own personal projects. And Marlene, well - school and graduation from therein never did dampen her natural curiosity, the sound of a brushing bell enough to give away her entrance into the space, head turning to find the shop’s owner with a practiced immediateness. “Well well, good friend.” her accent trips, there at the tip of her tongue. “It’s been all too long, hasn’t it? Tell me you’ve been well, I’m just dying for good news lately!”

despite the eccentricities of the people that frequented the apothecary, the shop itself seemed to long since follow a particular routine both retained and followed by each individual who took up ownership of the establishment. at times he enjoyed the normalcy — basked in the fact that for as unpredictable the world was as a whole, he could count on the pieces that comprised the whole puzzle of what it took to keep up with the store and its customers to remain ever the same. in other instances, however, to be surrounded by the willful and the creative while being trapped in an endless loop made his skin itch with a need for adventure. unfortunately ‘ MIN’S APOTHECARY ’ was built on the promise of being available seven days a week, catering to both those that walked before the sun and those that danced within the confined of the night. there was no time to humour a flight of fancy like travelling when the shop maintained a steady trickle of people from dawn to dusk. 

                        (   that didn’t mean he couldn’t live vicariously through others.   )

“Do you want some help?” He’d noticed that they seemed to have a lot of packages. “I don’t mean to be weird, it just seems like we’re going the same direction. I thought I’d offer.”

“there’s value in every opinion, professional or otherwise. don’t worry too much about missing a detail or two.” he waved a hand dismissively, happy to get some insight that wasn’t read from a script. it was interesting to hear how those that weren’t in charge spoke of the organisation, anyway. raven listened intently, his warm honey eyes comforting like firelight, not asking for anything more. “that sounds like a rather humane approach. i’m impressed. i’ve met various militia-like groups over the years that preferred resolving disputes with more…finality.” so much of the death and conflict he had witnessed was in vain. the day he stopped trying to solve every problem in the universe was the day he would crumble into dust.

he chuckled. “i’m interested. i always think very carefully over the things i invest my money into. but funding is only the tip of the iceberg when it comes to making a genuine impact on the welfare of others, no?” he chewed his lip. “unfortunately, i’m far too busy for field work myself. i may be able to provide a few scouts, though, if that’s the kind of help you can accept.”

as  a  somewhat  newer  employee  and  representative  for  the  organization,  the  last  thing  he  wanted  was  to  go  tarnishing  the  group’s  reputation  because  of  an  inability  to  articulate  his  point.  thankfully  it  didn’t  seem  he  missed  the  mark  too  terrible,  if  the  other’s  reaction  was  anything  to  go  by.  with  relief  came  relaxation,  jihoon  letting  out  a  breath  he  hadn’t  even  realized  he’d  been  holding.  the  loss  of  tension  allowed  his  posture  once  as  taut  as  a  bow  to  ease,  his  shoulders  falling  and  expression  softening  once  he  was  more  confident  in  himself..  ❝  we’re  nothing  if  not  proud  of  our  modern  approach.  ❞  

at  times  he  might  be  one  to  disagree  with  his  superiors,  but  the  ability  to  prevent  people  from  being  victims  of  circumstances  beyond  their  control  simply  by  directing  them  to  the  right  people  was  irreplaceable.  he’d  seen  too  many  incidents  that  would  have  had  his  own  family  of  hunters  pouring  in  from  all  directions  handled  simply  by  introducing  a  negotiator  and  a  counselor.  they  couldn’t  save  everyone  but  they  tried.  that  had  to  count  for  something,  didn’t  it  ?    

“you’re out of miracles? what the hell is that about?” maddox asked through a pout, not at all serious. but, he was in serious need of a friend at the moment and he knew he could turn to silas of all people. “i don’t need a miracle, actually. i kind of just need someone over tonight. work’s been tough and i honestly don’t want to think about what happened,” he said, biting down on his lip.

           there  is  a  belittling  smile  on  his  face  when  he  realises  that  the  mentor  of  this  boy  probably  warned  him  about  behaving  when  they  heard  about  the  name  valda.  even  if  it  wasn’t  his  own  name  to  use,  there  was  a  certain  amount  of  power  that  came  with  it  and  draven  was  more  than  happy  to  use  every  ounce  of  it  whenever  he  could.  after  all,  he  chose  stay  in  the  shadows  but  he  was  the  one  to  help  his  leader  take  down  his  previous  clan.  he  isn’t  morally  clear  and  he  never  claimed  to  be.   ‘  seems  like  your  mentor  knows  where  i  come  from  unlike  you.  ’  now  he  was  confident  enough  to  tease  the  other.  letting  his  playful  nature  show  as  things  were  all  sorted  out  to  his  liking. 

           he  started  to  stroll  around  the  shop  confidently  at  that  point,  no  longer  having  to  explain  or  justice  who  he  is  and  why  he  is  there  for.   ‘  i’m  not  just  a  guest,  you  see.  ’  he  hummed.   ‘  perhaps  you  should  educate  yourself  on  the  clans  around  here  rather  than  standing  there  like  a  fool.  it’s  never  too  late.  you  can  still  apologise  and  i  can  give  you  needed  information.  ’

although  loathe  to  admit  it,  the  apprentice  remained  ever  aloof  to  the  various  clans  and  packs  living  in  their  general  vicinity.  despite  seeing  many  as  individual  customers,  their  affiliations  and  allegiances  were  all  matters  nico  tended  not  to  bother  learning.  although  one  to  rationalize  the  disinterest  as  a  means  of  maintaining  ‘plausible  deniability’,  the  young  man  frankly  just  wasn’t  interested.  despite  his  life  being  shaped  by  the  supernatural,  in  many  ways  he  still  tried  to  keep  some  semblance  of  a  distance  between  the  world  he’d  been  thrust  into  without  any  choice  in  the  matter.  he  didn’t  know  who  or  what  ‘valda’  was  and  why  they  were  relevant  enough  to  warrant  his  mentor  cutting  her  day  off  short  to  come  help  the  other,  but  ..  he  hated  being  the  one  person  out  of  the  loop.

              “   i’m  not  being  paranoid  .  my  fear  is  hundred  percent  rationale  .  let’s  be  honest  here  ,  you  have  the  worst  face  in  history  .  ”