#eldritchpersonality

Jeremy had been hard at work getting the store tidied up. It was weird, the antique store wasn't all that popular, yet things still seemed to get misplaced constantly. In a way it was a blessing though; it gave Jeremy something to do.

He was just putting away a few old books that had somehow fallen from their shelves when someone entered. He turned around so that he could smile at the visitor, but as soon as he laid eyes upon her, a shiver went through him, which caused the lights to flicker.

Of course, as far as Jeremy was concerned, there was a problem with the wiring and he had nothing to do with that.

❝ Of course . ❞

She didn't mean to come off rude , but having been approached by numerous venders and other travelers looking to sell their goods she didn't want to be backed into a corner . From crystals to incenses the shelves were littered with various items , each with their own custom price .

Although she didn't believe in the 'healing' properties most advertised , there were a couple of bracelets that drew her attention . Jasper , amethyst , even snowflake obsidian . She couldn't afford three , but maybe one would be enough to satisfy that itch finding something to match her new kimono jacket .

"Oh, hmmmmm?"

There's a pause and a playful smile, Xel turning interested blue eyes on the woman.

"My, my! And who might you be...?~"

Dwight looks taken aback by Darlene’s prodding question. It hits him like a slap across the face and it silences the witch for a moment.

It’s history he’s heard over and over again since uncovering his witch heritage. Years ago, humans nearly exterminated witches, fearing their power and labeling them as dangerous. Trials were held that included hangings and beheadings. When witches escaped into a new realm, they found safety in a place where they could freely do magic without the fear of being persecuted for the abilities they had.

For Dwight to live among mortals, it was strange to the other witches. But it was the life that Dwight had grown up in. And he made a new life in his town, finding a place where people accepted him. Or at least, accepted what he presented himself to be. Would they accept him if they knew the truth? That the bookshop owner was secretly a witch that regularly protected the town?