SPELLB★UND

open to anyone. feel free to assume connections. not capping.

⋆˚࿔ ୨ º . ° ৎ “ helloooo,  ” her voice shoots from behind the curtains. maybe renting out a tiny kiosk for the solemare festival hadn't been such a bad idea. she had gotten multiple weird requests, sure ( the guy offering fifty bucks to hex his ex had surely been a handful ), but it was entertaining. most of the clients wanted a breakdown of their love lives or, worse, a past life. those were always the gloomiest. for some reason, everyone always thought they were cleopatra in a past life.

“ how can i help ya tonight?  ” nikki appears from behind the velvet curtains, asking mindlessly as she doesn't take note of whoever's in front of her. “ please keep in mind i don't hex anyone and no, your ex is probably not coming back. sheesh.  ”

₊ ✵ ⁺ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤHE’S HAD A COCKTAIL AND A HALF, AND HE IS QUICK to blame the alcohol for bringing him here against his will. Isara settles on the seat with a plop and blanks out when he hears the question. “Uh. . .” Okay, was the Fortune Teller Lady going to yell at him, whack his head with a crystal ball and then kick him out of her booth for wasting her time once she realizes he had arrived here so aimlessly? “I don’t beli– I mean I don’t care for hexes because I’d rather fight head on and I don’t have an ex that I hope to come back. Well, how is the next month looking for me?” Isara wishes he had given more thought into his question but there’s that, his mouth was always ten steps ahead than his brain.

₊ ✵ ⁺ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤHE RAISES A BROW AT HER STATEMENT AND RUBS HIS CHIN, attempting to mask his growing curiosity. “Well, why would someone hate you?” Isara takes a few more sips from his cup before tossing another question at Suvi, “Why do you think your name hasn’t been on lists for years now?” 

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“ this is getting ridiculous. ” mutters to herself under her breath. she's been watching the sorry sap next to her try to get the bartender's attention for several minutes now to no avail and mi mi could not take it anymore. “ excuse me, ” she says, much louder this time, and the bartender scurries over like he's been caught. good. “ this person wanted the house special — and frankly , they're paying far too much here for you to ignore them for so long. ” she's made her point, but she decides to add to the order for herself. “ and a spicy negroni, please. same tab. ” finder's fee, or something like that.

₊ ✵ ⁺ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤWELL, FUCK HIM FOR HAVING A STRONG PERSONALITY without the voice to match. No matter how much he projected his voice, it always came off meeker than everyone else in the room. Right now, fighting for attention in a loud and crowded space is obviously proving to be quite the feat. “I’ll relay your thank you to my sister. Don’t worry, I’ll let her know that I had almost failed the mission until you came to my rescue so thank you too.” Leaning in closer towards the kind stranger, Isara clears his throat in a dramatic manner before playfully inquiring, “Sooo from a scale of one to ten, with ten being ‘absolutely deep shit pathetic’ and one being ‘not at all baby’ — how pathetic was I earlier?”

⋆˚࿔ ୨ 🍂.° ৎ “ are you going to be too upset at me if i suggest going home early?  ” she looks happy, excited even. flashing the other her car keys, june raises her eyebrows giddily. “ you know what they say, once a homebody. always a homebody.  ” that was not in fact, what they said. but she didn't mind. she was sick of the beer - piss - firework smell. and the people, of course.

₊ ✵ ⁺ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤTIPPING THE PLASTIC CUP TO FINISH THE LAST BIT of the pineapple mango concoction, Isara clicks his tongue in feigned annoyance before he shoots June a playful glare. “And here I am, hoping we’d go on until three in the morning. Ah. . .” There isn’t the slightest bit of malice in his words and from the obvious quirk of his lips. “And you know what they say too, once a party animal, always a party animal.” That was clearly an exaggeration as Isara is far from one. “Hmm. . . Do you think we could stop by somewhere else for a light snack before we head home then?” 

₊ ✵ ⁺ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤPULLING THE PLASTIC CUP FULL OF THE PINEAPPLE MANGO concoction away after a few sips, Isara shoots Suvi a teasing grin. “It depends on the criteria. What if you’re just too good for us?” There is a hint of amusement in his eyes when he takes another sip of his fruity thirst-quencher. “But knowing how it’ll be, I think your name would magically appear on the list anyway. How could it not, right?”

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