#absolutuus

- “ are you sure this will work? ” the cat, white as snow, cautiously sniffs about the offerings before the altar. priscilla notes that everything being offered is white. in fact the familiar ponders how long her mistress has had these items. a porcelain vase painted with pale pink blooms holds a small bouquet of daisies, white roses, babies breath, and a single white lily. a dozen shards of quartz ( both clear and milky in colour ) are positioned around the vase. on the human’s lap rests a silver tray. on it rests her finest bone china. these delicate dishes were willed to her by her grandmother... the previous tenant of this tiny cottage. null have spent all day baking a cake. vanilla bean, with home made frosting. decorated with silver sugar and tiny confectionery pearls.

- “ i’m not sure... i hope so. i have read damballah does enjoy these things. ” gingerly the tray is placed just before the circle of crystals. “ there is only one way to find out. let us begin. ”

from across the room the great black beast stirs, careful eyes watching the witch light a series of white beeswax candles before positioning them about the offered vase. she draws a small glass vial of salt and pours a small circle on the floor. it would protect her if things went awry. or, that was the hope. null had never attempted to communion with a greater being before. the woman, garbed in a white cotton dress, feels a wave of anxiety swell within her. with a deep breath, it is smothered; now was not the time to quit.

slowly she sits.

sitting, waiting patiently beside the witch is her wand. hewn from white wood and adorned with crystals - it had been something null had crafted herself. this wand channeled her inner magick. a powerful tool that never left her side. drawing it close to her bosom null offers a soft and humble prayer.

Send “📂“ for a random yet completely useless headcanon I have

She has a low and smooth sort of voice, which makes me think she’d be great at singing jazz?? She has the vocals for it, and she’d sound very Sade-esque. She’s no vocalist or anything close to a singer, but I think she’d have a pleasant voice to hear. Perhaps if she ever took a class for it, she could be really good.

           “I already told you I won’t wear my old maid dress again, jae-ha, I             have a reputation as a teacher... and I cannot let you have every             single fantasy of yours.”

           “would you teach me about your magic ?  you have to think of me as             terribly uneducated but... all I’ve ever known are druids. I would like             to understand your magic too, master!”

Letting her head fall back, she laughs softly. Of course he could come up with an easy, almost effortless answer to her teasing. She had meant to catch him off guard, but seeing as that had not happened, she supposed she could endeavor just a little bit harder to accomplish her goals. “I suppose so, but right now I find myself being quite impatient.”

Reaching up, she places her hands around his neck, letting her fingers play with the silky smooth tresses found there. Closing her eyes, she enjoys the lingering kiss, a smile adorning her face when they separate.

“While I would not be opposed to having you all to myself for one afternoon,” here she is interrupted by another one of his kisses, and she involuntarily rakes her nails over the nape of his neck. Oh, that was nice. “I meant something along the lines of trying something new. Like shower sex, I heard it was quite popular.”

Barely resisting the urge to roll her eyes, she moved her right hand until she was cupping his cheek. “Ah, but darling, while I agree that you are handsome and irresistible, I would be more worried about you falling for me. After all, didn’t you tell me I was your type?”

Humming in satisfaction, she let her thumb caress his cheek once before returning her hand to his neck. “I have to admit, I haven’t gone to a concert in a while. It would be nice to go to one.”

Eyes danced around the room in rapt attention, taking in the the story shown through the remnants of what once was there. Careful steps approach the altar, the center of the savagery, the center of power. Curiosity killed the cat, yes, but she had lived enough lifetimes to realize that better her curiosity be sated than to let such things as society’s mores hold you back. And well, satisfaction always ended up bringing the cat back, after all.