#daraia

01 - Daraia

A nice evening party! What a grand idea. Despite his chill outward personality, Junseong was a lover of fun, humor, entertainment, and social gatherings. His non-existent heart had been aching for some level of get together even since before moving. His bones were dry and his humor even drier as the days flew by with little but himself and his props to keep company.

So when word of a ‘1920′s speakeasy’ starts to spread around his new town, Junseong became intrigued. That was right up his alley and would likely feel just like home. Upon arriving, Junseong took back the ‘just like home’ comment considering the cheesy and not completely accurate nature of the party atmosphere. It had been coordinated by very young, very alive humans, after all. But the ‘right up his alley’ part remained. He had forgone the hip-hop clothing in light of a more fancy dress from his time. Already seated and smoking a cigar, Junseong felt strange.

He had planned on meeting and talking to new people but his normally extroverted nature was replaced with an incredible wave of brood and melancholy. His thoughts were swirling downward just as fast as his mood and he felt exhausted. The two-seventy then realized it had been a very long time since he had absorbed any brainwaves, and was in danger of frightening these people by unconsciously showing was he really was to them.

And it wasn’t even Halloween so that excuse was out..

“So, there is another witch in town.” He says, looking up with his signature hazel eyes at his witchy-friend. “I invited her to come see us tomorrow, I know I should have asked you before. It is something I am working okay, at least I didn’t bring a child to our coven-” he grinned “Kind of cool, right, that we’re creating a coven like this? I never had witch friends when I grew up, or any magicals so this is… exciting.” He leaned over and squeezed her hand, then smirked.

“No, I agree, we should totally make it… special.”

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He was wearing a thick black robe with a large hood that covered his eyes and they were surrounded by candles in the old ruins that were on the academy grounds. It was dark and Thomas was playing with a dagger, trying to balance it on his fingertip and then hissing as it cut his skin but healed quick enough to show no wound when he sucked the blood off.

Fucking idiot he was, he knew that but what was he going to do about it? Absolutely nothing. The cauldron in the middle of the ring of candles was making a soothing bubbling sound as the thick liquid had become a nice green color with some help from Zitao who knew a lot about cooking it seemed and thought that this was hilarious. He asked if he could pretend to be a witch too but Thomas said the closest to a Witch he could be was one with a B and he had left the group conversation.

Such a sour puss.

“oh, Oh Kat, I hear her. Hoods up.”