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@powerbound​ / starter call.

𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓 𝐀𝐓 𝐀 𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋 fishing village had been the original plan, a perfect plan as it were because it was one step closer to finding answers. at least, that is what he had been led to believe, but after anchoring his ship it appeared he had been led astray once again. however, after walking away from the docks he made his way to a local market and began looking at the various merchants as well as listening to the local gossip. in a short time, he manages to snag up some small pieces of food and place them into his mouth, but just as he did he can feel a set of eyes on his person.

usually, the locals stay away, unless his crew seeks out information and then sends people his way. this didn’t feel like those times. with food still in his mouth, a sideways glance is given as his good eye takes focus on the stranger.  ❛  ah [ … ] can i help ya?  ❜  the question is innocent as the food is quickly chewed on and then swallowed.

he feels uncomfortable but stands tall as he turns to face the stranger head-on and even gives a gentle bow of respect. as he raises up to his full height once again, he shakes the initial feeling but keeps a reminder of it and offers a gentle smile.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄  ,  so  many  look  to  avoid  the  little  wild  girl  with  wide  blue  eyes  often  spotted  talking  to  herself  and  swiping  food  from  the  local  stalls  .  she  slips  in  and  around  everyone  without  too  much  notice  before  something  that  she  can’t  explain  ,  catches  her  attention  .  a  gentle  whisper  in  her  head  ,  a  newcomer  ,  of  course  not  a  surprise  along  these  parts  ,  but  this  one  …  she  couldn’t  quite  make  heads  or  tails  of  it  ;  that  alone  was  fascinating  .

❛      mmmm  ,  nope  ,  i  don’t  think  so  !      ❜      her  expression  still  wide  ,  curious  ,  almost  too  dangerously  innocent  to  be  perceived  as  normal  and  as  he  rises  to  his  feet  she  has  no  choice  but  to  look  up  at  him  with  both  hands  upon  her  hips  .  another  stranger  in  this  village  and  this  one  is  coated  in  a  specific  aura  of  uncertainty  ,  one  that  all  she  longs  to  do  is  put  her  finger  upon  it  and  she  will  ,  she  just  …  needs  a  moment  .,  

                 like the sea on a stormy day ---

“ listen. i’m just trying to keep the peace. i like you. i like having you as an ally. but i don’t like having to explain why all these bodies are popping since you’ve been here, “ quentin explained, hoping that he can keep his calm but it doesn’t appear as if she seems interested in trying to be cordial here. truth be told, quentin still isn’t completely sure what she gets out of this deal, because he’s not positive that even his pack of skinwalkers could take her down with the power she wields. but for now, keeping the peace was the best option possible. at least for them. “ and i think you’re dead wrong. i think you could pull off a collar pretty well. i just shudder to think who’d be stupid or crazy enough to try to put one on you. “ 

❛        𝐎𝐇 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐇 ? 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐈’𝐕𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐓 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐁𝐈𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂 𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐔𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐄  ?    ❜

  wide  eyes  cannot  help  but  stare  ,  she  sees  through  the  barrier  of  the  angel  vessel  ,  bears  witness  to  the  creature  -  like  being  that  rests  within  .  her  mind  battles  such  an  image  ,  tells  her  to  run  ,  run  away  from  that  which  she  doesn’t  understand  ,  but  her  psyche  goes  the  other  way  .  peering  only  closer  with  a  step  ,  a  grin  crossing  the  corner  of  her  mouth  in  such  a  way  that  she  can’t  help  but  laugh  along  with  it  .  ❛      funny  ,  i  think  you’re  a  little  too  stiff  to  be  on  my  side  of  the  board  ,  hm  ?          ❜  a  finger  taps  to  her  temple  before  both  hands  fall  to  the  small  of  her  back  ,  fingers  wrapping  around  a  skinny  wrist  as  she  beings  to  make  a  path  around  the  archangel  .  curious  things  ,  not  human  ,  in  fact  ,  less  human  than  anything  she’s  ever  seen  before  ----  she  twirls  around  in  her  thoughts  ,  laughing  quietly  before  stopping  on  his  other  side  . 

❛        cute  pompous  uriel  ,  finds  himself  in  a  war  with  family  ,  happy  days  are  far  gone  you  know  ---  some  things  are  written  in  proverbial  stone  for  a  reason    ❜

“duct tape?”

he didn’t expect her to understand, the last thing he expected from anyone was understanding. still, he watched her as her question lingered in the air. maybe he shouldn’t have a bookshelf. would it be feasible to just… stack them all on the ground? surely a crumpled book tower was easier to clean than the remnants of a shelving unit. 

“no?” the word came with a laugh as she started piecing his unit back together. it was interesting to watch - a fascination he’d always held - magic. he was considered as such himself despite his lack of ability in the field.  his magic lay in the form of the curse cloud that always hovered above his head. 

bit by bit, it all came back together because of her. even the books found their home once again and, appreciative as it was for the clean up, there was still the acknowledgement that it would simply fall apart again.

“was that a pun? because this is box shaped?” nose wrinkled at the question, attention still focused on the shelf. “it’s going to fall again, you know.”

𝐀𝐖𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓  ,  the  witch  hops  back  with  both  hands  placed  firmly  at  her  hips  as  if  proud  of  a  job  well  done  as  a  slight  hm  ?  pokes  from  her  lips  as  she  peers  back  at  the  other  .  she  can  see  it  now  ,  something  dark  circling  the  other  that  perhaps  she’s  seen  before  but  it’s  been  otherwise  covered  in  the  slight  murky  haze  belonging  to  her  own  vision  ---  a  travesty  some  would  say  .  a  curse  . 

huh  .  they’re  all  a  little  hellbound  ,  aren’t  they  ?

❛        don’t  be  ridiculous        ❜    she  scolds  him  ,  a  flick  of  her  wrist  causing  the  very  same  bookcase  to  set  on  fire  .  for    a  moment  ,  she  allows  the  flames  to  burn  ,  sparks  of  ember  poking  out  before  finally  she  squeezes  her  hand  into  a  fist  ,  the  flames  disappear  and  the  bookcase  still  stands  .  ❛        i’ll  have  you  know  i  know  a  thing  or  two  about  destruction  !  if  you  break  this  ,  well  ,  we’re  gonna  have  to  figure  out  how  you  did  it  ,  can  promise  you  that      ❜

she  grins  this  time  ,  making  her  way  towards  the  other  ,  still  smiling  that  wild  kind  of  grin  that  tilts  along  with  her  head  towards  the  side  as  if  she’s  examining  him  ,  picking  apart  the  layers  .  even  now  ,  she  can  feel  the  sensation  of  her  magic  reaching  out  .  something  wicked  maybe  ,  but  she  doesn’t  say  that  ,  instead  she  goes  with  something  a  little  bit  more  bold  . 

𝐣𝐢𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐠  𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐬  𝐚𝐭  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚  𝐨𝐟  𝐚  𝐣𝐚𝐢𝐥  𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤  .  it  isn’t  till  he  looks  at  shay  that  he  realizes  she  isn’t  joking  around  .  she  isn’t  like  the  others  –––––––  taemin  warned  him  to  keep  his  distance  ,  but  he  is  beginning  to  wonder  if  it  wasn’t  to  protect  him  but  to  protect  others  .  lips  curl  with  mischief  ,  a  finger  pressed  against  them  to  request  her  silence  .  he  glances  around  the  room  to  notice  others  are  preoccupied  and  then  to  the  door  keeping  them  trapped  inside  .  without  clearance  they  would  have  to  ask  for  permission  but  there  are  other  ways  around  that  .  jiyong  sits  relaxed  as  a  hand  rests  by  his  side  ,  fingers  twitching  to  control  the  movement  of  air  around  the  door  .  it’s  as  if  the  air  is  an  extension  of  himself  ,  the  feeling  of  everything  it  touches  at  the  tips  of  his  fingers  .  the  mechanics  of  the  door  are  manipulated  ,  a  subtle  click  signaling  the  door  is  unlocked  .  he  motions  for  shay  to  wait  as  he  stands  and  silently  exits  the  room  ,  waiting  around  the  corner  for  shay  to  join  him  .

WINTER SHIPPY STARTERS | accepting (it says “shippy” but most of these can be done platonically too) 

@powerbound​ said: Your muse surprises mine with a snowball fight for zixin !

Six weeks on the run, but ZiXin couldn’t say that he was regretting his decision to keep Shay out of the line of fire. His parents were pissed; the coven was pissed. Still, he wasn’t willing to go back just yet, until he had some assurances that she would be safe. Negotiations were happening; he’d been in on a few of those phone calls, but it was happening too slowly. Half the coven still wanted her dead, saying she was a threat to their existence. The other half wanted to use her powers, to harness them to help out whatever cause they currently thought was just. Him? He just wanted her safe, happy, and not subjected to the near daily dramatics that came with being near his Coven.

Even so, ZiXin had managed to carve out a little time to just stop and breathe. They were in the middle of a parking lot of a almost-abandoned motel on the outskirts of some small town in South Dakota. The snow had fallen heavily during the night, blanketing the parking lot in a pristine, untouched white. The only tracks he could see belonged to the trucker who was holed up in a room three doors down from theirs. The tracks led away from the motel and toward the diner a few hundred yards away.

So, in essence, they were alone.

“Hey!” he called out, the only warning he would give before a powdery, mushy snowball came sailing through the air – smacking neatly into the back of her coat, right between her shoulder blades. “You should learn how to duck!” Said teasingly, as he ducked behind their car in an attempt to gather more ammunition. “Winner gets to pick where we stop for lunch. I’m not eating any more chicken nuggets for as long as I live.” Another snowball was lobbed blindly over the car, landing harmlessly at her feet. “Just so you know, I’m the king of snowball fights!”

𝐒𝐇𝐄’𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃  ,  eyes  watching  the  sky  as  snow  continues  to  fall  .  it’s  been  so  long  since  she’s  witnessed  the  chill  of  winter  firsthand  ,  so  long  since  she’s  seen  the  snowfall  .  no  longer  are  her  memories  haunted  by  the  catastrophe  created  by  her  existence  ,  even  if  it’s  only  for  a  moment  she  can  just  bask  in  the  earth  as  her  magic  longs  for  her  to  .  in  a  way  ,  it’s  likened  to  sating  the  beast  within  ,  she’s  not  arguing  with  the  echoes  ,  not  fighting  back  the  urge  to  lash  out  ,  she’s  simply  existing  .

and  then  …

a  hard  and  cold  sensation  throttles  between  her  shoulder  blades  forcing  her  to  lurch  forward  in  an  effort  to  maintain  her  balance  .    initially  ,  she  turns  in  a  readiness  to  fight  ,  but  immediately  stops  herself  as  she  watches  zixin  duck  behind  a  car  ,  yelling  about  snowball  fights  and  needing  to  learn  how  to  duck  .  ❛            hey  !        ❜    her  voice  rings  out  almost  shrill  as  another  ball  of  snow  comes  towards  her  ,  this  one  landing  at  her  feet  .  what  remains  of  it  she  scoops  up  into  ungloved  hands  and  shapes  it  into  a  new  ball  -  looking  around  to  see  if  there  was  a  vantage  point  that  she  could  smack  him  with  it  .