#assholemedium

    He hisses at the approaching hand, untrusting and wary of the man’s next move. He didn’t like touching or pats or even i’ll give you a treat. Especially if those things are from someone he just met. It’s rude, really, to expect casual affection on the first date, so to speak. Rude and very presumptuous. 

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     UNLIKE any place she’s ever seen in the real world, is Orion’s apartment; Which perhaps isn’t saying much, considering her only environments have been a little girl’s bedroom, a few hospitals, and the inside of a bakery. Still, there were always new things to discover in the medium’s, hideout. 

All morning, she’d been exploring, poking and prodding. Honest isn’t quite sure Orion even knows she’s there, hasn’t seen him; His absence leaves her free to let CURIOSITY get the better of her. Passing a shelf, there’s a glimmer that captures her attention— peripheral, ever the bringer of distraction. Attention floating to focus on what appears to be a ball, made of c r y s t a l, her eyes sparkle. The object is gorgeous. Reaching to take it from it’s place, she lets her hands hover, takes a quick look around, checking for him, before lifting the item from it’s steeple.

❝ Incredible... ❞ She mummers, hazel hues aglow, as she turns the ball in her hands. . . and in an instant, she’s l o s t her grip. The ball slips from her grasp, and despite her efforts to catch it, crystal crashes to the floor, shattering instantly. Shards paint the hardwood, and Honest’s hands grip the sides of her head at either side, panic settling in. ❝ No! Oh, no! ❞

She’s starring at the mess for a few moments, at a loss, when an idea settles into her head. Quickly, she lifts a throw rug— a wriggle of her nose, and shards that littered the floor moments ago, are dancing lightly under the rug. She drops the decor down again. Hidden. For the moment.

There’s guilt painted all across her face, as she tucks platinum locks behind an ear and makes her way to the front of the store, humming.

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unicorns , mermaids , faries , kai believed in a great many supernatural things even if she hadn’t exactly known if they existed or not .   nor had she ever quite believed any of the superstitions surrounding black cats , however , where many believed them to bring bad luck , she saw a cute innocent kitty in need of pets and treats .  unbeknownst to her , the very same cat-shaped misfortune had led her to her death and rebirth .  the innocence of her selfless sacrificed had fascinated the eternal flame enough that the spark had breathed life into her and now she was a walking , talking magnet for the nefarious who were hungry for a taste of a divine spirit .  

send nadia a text ! | accepting !

[ nadia ] : i mean if you want to … forcas will be there …

HOLY SHIT IM CONTINUING THIS

wow keegan is adorable i’m gonna cry

“SUCKS SOMETIMES, DON’T IT?” red nurses the mug of tea and sits back in her chair. steam swirls; the ceramic burns, but in a comforting way. anything is better than the cold. 

“being a soothsayer, i mean. or psychic, or whatever they call it nowadays.” she lifts the tea to her lips, inhales chamomile and crushed starleaves —— a mixture of plants from this world and the next. great for headaches. one of her hands makes an obscure motion. “people always coming to us with their problems, never really considering we got problems of our own.” 

a delicate sip. HER THROAT CATCHES FIRE, then calms.