micah cole weber

♚ Dark strands of Sofia’s hair grazed the wildflower she’d placed behind her ear when the tray had been laid before her on his bed - their bed? A bed? Sofia wasn’t specifically concerned with gifts, she was used to them because of her own childhood, the way her father had doted on her in an attempt to make her smile as a child and then as she grew older in an attempt to make each day a good one, but a day with Micah held far more value to her than any specific gift she could have been given. The months she had been without him had felt like a new loss with each passing day, he was her gift in a lot of ways, a gift she had given herself for finding parts of herself she had lost.

He made an attempt to grab her ankle when she poked him with her toes but was careful not to disturb the bed too much for there was still the tray of food and he didn't want anything to spill or cause a mess. "I'll grab the facial stuff," he agreed, now moving to the edge of the bed so he could stand. He only wore his boxer briefs while sleeping so it was naturally the only thing he had on now, bare upper body exposing tattoos and scars across his chest the only traces of top surgery that he'd had at a far younger age than this. He had a few other minor scars, remnants from a car crash, scuffles in a jail cell marking his body, now only innocent disturbances on otherwise smooth planes of skin. "Your birthday, your movie choice," he said to her as well.

Violet smiled when the little girl said that Micah was writing, and she nodded. "Yeah, I bet," she agreed as she smiled at the girl. "My name's Violet, what's your name?" she asked sweetly as she focused on the girl. She did look over however when Micah spoke and she looked at him before giving a slight shake of her head.

Before the little girl could respond with her name, Micah had spoken up and the two living people conversed briefly. The little girl, if one was paying attention to her and able to see her would observe as she seemed to flicker like a mirage or disturbed smoke, a quick fading that would be easily missed.

♚ Even when Micah spoke, separating their kiss, he drew her in with the palm of his hand on the curve of her lower back, his calloused fingers on her smooth skin, Sofia's form easily giving into his direction and allowing her hips to press against his own. It was these small actions that made Sofia so consciously aware of Micah's heart and how tethered hers was to it. Any awareness of those around was simply from the fluorescent lights and he smell of cheap plastic, a simple reminder that at a certain point they'd be told to leave regardless of how romanticised things might be in their own heads.

Her suggestion, naturally enticing, could not be refused, not for any practical reason other than the very clear and obvious fact that he did not want to refuse her of anything and when their wants and desires aligned then what other resolution would there be but their own mutual satisfaction. Costumes or no. His lips on hers pressed firm with fervor, tasting the gloss on her lips until it coated his tongue and the flavor shared between them, "Pick something out," he bit against her lips, their secret mission, "I'll meet you in the dressing room. Go, go," one last quick peck before he would let her go and he in the meantime would casually walk through the store to discard what was left of his coffee in the paper cup and to draw attention away. It would be more suspicious if they both walked to the dressing rooms together and disappeared rather than if they were separate.

It was interesting to Violet, watching the seance from her spot in the store behind the counter. She had done it because a witch had come to her and asked about doing it in the store- and she had said yes, so here she was, letting a witch who wasn't even a necromancer run a seance in her store. She wasn't even a medium either, so the effort she had to put into this was almost amusing.

Micah couldn't see the ghost of his deceased sister, couldn't hear her save for the occasional whisper of his name or giggling laughter carried in the wind, only the essence of what she once was, memories coming back for a moment to the material plane but she was there lingering around him frequently. The little ghost girl, whose name was Emily, had her attention attention to the young woman now addressing her with rapt curiosity for no one really saw her before and this was exciting. She did not speak and only covered her mouth with her hands as if she were too shy to say something back. Micah was so far unaware of the two girls, one ghost and one not, who were focused on each other, but he did become aware that the one who was not a ghost had walked closer to where he was sat and seemed to be speaking to someone though he could see no one.

♚ His smile grew wider and hers matched his almost instantly, it remained on the corners of her lips as he mused, his playful pretending obvious enough that the enjoyment on her face did not falter. "Yes, Morticia and Gomez, he wouldn't put it any different," she answered as he laughed, her own laugh not escaping but the happiness of it beneath each word.

Kissing Sofia, no matter how softly or briefly, almost always felt like dancing. Soft lips would meet as lovers to music and move against the other in tandem, smiling edges the hands being held, breath ghosting until he could no longer be sure whose breath belonged to whom other than it must be both of theirs, growing warmer the longer they remained together.

♚ His ease brought about her own, smiling pulling back into the corners of her lips while her brow lifted as to gift him some playful disagreement that showed she wasn't verbally going to tell him otherwise. She was happy he saw it that way, the way he seemed to see everything set her at ease with such simplicity it was like he was sipping water, she wasn't quite sure how he did it.

Micah's attention was soon lured back to her when he felt the push of her fingers through strands of his curled hair. A casual touch, a light touch and yet it was never anything of the sort, every touch made his skin ignite with warmth, eager for more. She wanted to see his features, the way his expression shifted and he would readily grant this to her, face turning toward her, body joining as well because he could not only have one part of himself attending to her, he wanted all of him on her. He smiled in a way that betrayed no other thought or care, "Doesn't matter if it's basic," he wanted to know her suggestion and she gave it soon after. His smile broadened.

♚ The shop was a familiar one to Sofia, it had been since their arrival in town. While more specifically complex costuming for work she needed to order online, trivial sorts of costumes for various theme nights at the club she wasn't going to spend an arm and a leg on. She'd already seen a few costumes that she was considering for whatever she ended up doing on Halloween night before work, mostly assuming she and Micah would end up at a local concert.

Where Sofia's expression had begun to falter, Micah's did not for he liked the idea of them doing a couples costume or a matching costume even if in his mind he knew that they were not, it made his chest buzz with hopeful warmth that perhaps one day they might be able to call themselves that with genuine earnestness and this was just one step closer to that potential. The warlock's own expression was full of amusement, he had a cup in his hands with a warm pumpkin spice oat milk latte, something he wouldn't normally have to drink but it was seasonal and that usually prompted him to try new things even if they weren't entirely 'new' to him. "Halloween isn't something to be good at, it just is," he returned with laughter in his words, not mocking or teasing, he laughed because she was just so adorable and he delighted being around her so that he often smiled or laughed for that reason alone.

she had hinge, and bumble, and tinder, and whatever was on the market, flicking through all three on her work breaks to see who she’d matched with. ophelia didn’t even really talk to any of the guys, a large majority of them matching with her, collecting them like children collected pokemon. the ones she did chat to wanted one thing in particular, a few confessing they’d seen her at the club and asking for private dances. each time, ophelia rolled her eyes, and deleted the app, only to re-download the next time. there was one, however, ophelia didn’t recognise. he wasn’t horrible to talk to, and she’d smiled once or twice at their banter. 

Micah turned toward the sound of a woman’s voice calling his name, brown curls poking out from the bottom of his beanie, thicker around his neck as he recognized the approaching woman despite the fact she was essentially a stranger. “Yeah,” he greeted her with a smile, rising up to stand, patting his hands against the back of his jeans in case any wood fragments from the picnic table rubbed off on them but he felt nothing. “Ophelia, right? You look–” he was temporarily at a loss for words, rummaging around in his brain for an appropriate adjective and settled on, “-- absolutely stunning, honestly.” He was a bit surprised at the sight of her, limbs appearing so long and willowy in the photos he’d seen of her and with the addition of her heels, she was a good few inches taller than him.

The human pushed back his green hair, pushing his hoodie down whilst doing so as he watched Micah talk with a small smile. He still had an undeniable soft spot for the other, anyone with eyes could tell you as much and watching his friend squirm was just so cute in his eyes. Gabriel always felt that they had ended things so suddenly but he embraced the universe and believed that they were separated as it's how it was written. Destiny was a big part of Gabriel's life and how he conducted himself throughout it, it was just way of justifying all the horrible things that happened to both himself and others without having to overthink it.

“Did I pay last time?” Micah could hardly remember at this point, so much having happened between now and then but that didn’t stop the smile from spreading broadly across his features as their arms linked and they entered into the boozy ice cream parlor. Soft jazzy music played overhead because why not, and the whole interior aesthetic felt like a neon and pastel club dream, the menu was written in chalk on the back wall and tables and booths lined the walls, the ice cream was all housed in long freezer displays, a large assortment of flavours all infused with some form of alcohol. They even had a legitimate ‘rum float’ that you could get with a cola and rum flavoured ice cream and mixed with actual rum and coke. “Of course you’ll get something sweet and boozy,” Micah laughed, “It’s all they got here.” 

Hunter went to make the stencil bigger. It wasn’t a complicated fix, but it gave her more time to fill with the conversation, and she wasn’t sure what to say. How do you talk to someone when the tattoo is heavy and clearly emotional. Hunter imagined what it would have been like to lose a sister. “So, you were close to Emily; I have never had a sibling. I can’t imagine how hard it would be to lose one.”

Micah nodded somberly at Hunter's words, "Yeah," he swallowed and heaved in a heavy inhalation of breath that sat uncomfortably in his chest before he blew it out all at once, releasing the knot that was forming at the back of his throat that would make it difficult to continue talking. "Don't recommend it," he replied lightly, an attempt at keeping the conversation light, not wanting to make her uncomfortable and he always tried to linger on the good parts of her memory. "We were really close though," the corners of his mouth pulled into a tight-lipped smile, partially forced, "Our mom kind of sucked and we had different dads we never met, or at least, we don't know," their mother didn't even know which of her casual flings had been the father of either of her kids. "So it was just the two of us most of the time."

JD laughed, he had to agree with him “It was quite an eventful night wasn’t it?” He still had a lot of questions and it was because of that night that he still was doing research every week to be prepared. He extended his hand to shake it “I’m Juan Diego, you can call me JD.” He nodded and smiled “It looks great. And you are right they are not many of us, but now, you have to do the same for somebody else, when the time comes, that way it will make more of us.”

Micah shook his hand and nodded in greeting first saying, "Nice to officially meet you," and then followed up with, "I'll definitely be paying it forward. I sort of already live by that mantra," he let out a small awkward but amused laugh. Something that only a few people actually knew or remembered -- because at the time it had happened it had been aired on a few TV news programs and featured in a few newspapers, certainly Opulence's town newspaper had him on the front page some years back -- but he'd been in a car accident that had resulted in the death of his little sister and caused him to be inprisoned for four years. Since then, he'd made a point to make sure that his life wasn't going to be wasted. He had to live in a way that would make her death have meaning.