The "Greatest" Wizard

    Well, that wasn’t very comforting. “What are we gonna do? We’re gonna get coal or worse! What did you do to get on the list?”

"Exist."

He grinned a little humorlessly at his own joke. It quickly fell for his normal look.

"Nah. If something got me on the naughty list it was probably all the times I packed up bread with heavy items on top. Or the times I purposely overloaded bags so they'd break."

He shrugged.

    Fond acquaintances? Ryan raised an eyebrow at that. Wasn’t that just another world for a friend? Or a close stranger? He didn’t understand. But he knew this guy knew Luke and he knew that he was worried about him, which was enough for Ryan.

    “His brother, Ryan.” He started to mess with his hair again, running his fingers through the brown locks. “What about you? What’s your name?”

Should have guessed that. They did look alike. 

“Ah, he’s spoken of you before.”

He did a dramatic bow. A few sparks of electric magic popped around him like a mini thunderstorm. 

    This was where his expertise faltered a bit. He had never really worked in retail before so he couldn’t judge the job. He knew he had a point though. Someone as powerful as him probably would get frustrated working there for so little pay. “Have you thought about getting a different job? Maybe one that can challenge you a bit more. You could perform sorcery for people. I’d pay good money to watch you do that!”

    “Peanut butter is a flavor?” Why was he finding out about so many flavors so late in his life? This was what he got for being so sheltered as a kid. “What are you talking about? Anything can be a birthday thing! You wouldn’t be mooching. You’re my friend, Saul. Mooching doesn’t exist with my friends, only sharing and stealing sometimes.”

He sighed exaggeratedly. 

“I wish I could get a better job. But the only chance I have for magic at the moment is being a street performer. And I refuse to lower myself to that level. You don’t study at one of the top magic universities to learn how to pull a rabbit out of a hat!”

As he said that last part he took off his hat and pulled a rabbit out, dropping it back in after a moment and replacing the wizardly headwear. He crossed his arms again with an arrogant huff. 

Friend? He didn’t have friends. He wasn’t the type to have them. Especially being considered the friend of someone like Luke. It was just a set up for disaster. 

He didn’t deny it though. If Luke wanted to think of him as a friend then that was his choice. It also may upset him to deny it. Saul would simply stubbornly and quietly refuse the title. 

    “Probably?” Well, now he had to worry about it. Thinking about his own mortality wasn’t just something he could brush off with ease. Still, he quietly accepted the pats as he hugged his pride and joy, Christopher.

    Luke felt his excited energy slowly returning until Saul once again brought up death. He frowned at his friend. “Hey, why do you think like that anyway? It feels like you have a lot of thoughts about birthdays and death. Any reason why you think like that?” He went from distressed to concerned really quickly.

    “I think I already have some birthday cake. We can share some of that if you really want cake. What’s your favorite flavor?” He’d have to hope and pray that Ryan hadn’t already snatched all the cake in the fridge.

He brushed off the worry as nothing with a shrug.

"I work retail. It's hard to be excited about another year of-"

He put on a very fake smile and put on an overly friendly voice. 

“-Welcome to J-Mart! How may I help you?”

The smile dropped for a huff an he crossed his arms.

“I’m a very powerful wizard. I shouldn’t be bagging groceries for minimum wage.”

He halted his train of thought as he seemed to realize that maybe he shouldn’t be talking about his problems at this moment. It was Luke’s birthday after all. And despite his distain for birthdays it seemed to be important to Luke. So maybe just this once he could have some self control. 

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1: I have ADHD and dyslexia. 

2: All my muses somehow end up as snarky jerks with good hearts. I like to cause them suffering. 

3: I’ve been writing for years now but only started taking it more seriously about three years ago? 

4: I love salty foods a ton but use to be a sugar addict as a kid. Because of this people jokingly say my personality is ‘Sweet and Salty’ and that’s pretty accurate. 

5: I have two cats. One of them is a little trouble maker and keeps trying to get into the cabinets.

6: I live in middle of nowhere Kansas

7: I’m adopted and so are my two siblings. We were all adopted from the same mom.

8: I have a mole on my leg that I continuously mistake for a tick. 

9: I get mistaken for things I’m not all the time. I’ve been mistaken for a young boy, a 12 year old, a goth, a hipster, ect. Because of the run on joke of me being a goth I’ve actually started wearing more goth like outfits around my family just to tease them. 

TAGGED BY: @starbrosforever 

NAME: Saul Aster

AGE:  22

SPECIES: Human

GENDER:  Male

ORIENTATION:  Straight

INTERESTS:  Sci-Fi, Magic, Fashion, Edgy music

PROFESSION:  Cashier/Wizard

BODY TYPE:  Tall and thin

EYES: Ice Blue

HAIR:  Dark brown and floof floof

SKIN: Cocoa brown

HEIGHT:  6′0

WEIGHT: 120lbs

COMPANIONS: Luke, Sori, Jan, Sarah Aster

ANTAGONISTS: Himself, William Aster, Sarah Aster 

PET PEEVES: People he considers stupid, the color green, showoffs, being called ‘Solomon,’ when people think that starwars is better than star trek

COLOURS: Purple, blue, red

SMELLS: Cinnamon, fresh rain, metallic, coffee

FRUITS:  Star Fruit, Strawberries, Mango 

DRINKS:  Pepsi, monster energy, coffee

ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES?  yes [ ]  ||  no [  ]  ||  occasionally [ x ]

SMOKES?  yes [   ]  ||  no [ x ]  ||  occasionally  [   ]

DRINKS?  yes [   ]  ||  no [  ]  ||  occasionally [ x ]

DRUGS?:  yes [   ]  ||  no [  x  ]  ||  occasionally [  ]

DRIVERS LICENSE?:  yes [ x ]  ||  no [  ]

    “Why are you doing this to me on my birthday?!” Luke sounded like he was going to cry. “Can’t we just enjoy the moment? The gifts and cake and happiness mean something now, so why think about later?”

    He sniffled up any tears that tried their hardest to fall. “Thank you for the cactus. I love him. I’m naming him Christopher and sending him to dancing school….”

“Uhhhh.” He awkwardly patted Luke’s shoulder. 

“Sorry about that. Didn’t mean to upset you. I wouldn’t worry about it. You’ve still got quite a few years left. Probably.”

He couldn’t help but smile at the ridiculous idea of a plastic cactus named Christopher being sent to dancing school. Perhaps he’d become a dancing star. A very famous dancing cactus indeed. This would be the start of the plastic cacti’s journey to greatness. 

“I’m sure you’ll take very good care of Christopher. And he’s not an actual plant so he won’t die! Kinda sad almost. He’s cursed with immortality, destined to outlive all his friends and family...Good thing he’s made of plastic and doesn’t have feelings.” 

    “Saul, why did you have to phrase it like that?”

“Because that’s what it is? One year closer to death. Wooooo! Let’s all celebrate and make a cake that will certainly bring us even closer to the inevitable! Have some gifts that will mean nothing when you’re six feet under!”