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@endcra ♥’d.
“Well done, young one.” He praises. The king seems to have emerged from the shadows. He had been watching her one of his most stubborn witches. He appreciates her personality for as long as she is not disrespectful towards him. She is growing stronger especially as she gains more experience; she does not need much of his help anymore but he will still linger around from time to time, just in case.
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@endcra ♥’d.
“I have brought another gift.” This time it is a wooden rattle with sigils carved on it. The daimon handmade it himself.
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He appreciates her effort of not showing her true emotions. No matter how hard she tries, the daimon knows what is in her heart; her desires, fears, insecurities--- He thinks she is a strong one; strong enough to accomplish what she sets her mind to. His lips tug into one of the faintest of smiles at her question. She is young, yes, but just like many other cases he has witnessed, her power and experience are beyond most of those her age. He knows many who are old yet are not half as powerful.
“Yes. I would not say it if I did not believe so. I am no liar.”
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gomez was NEVER one to turn down an offering , no matter who it was from ------ especially when given in the form of a surprise. & he nears CLOSER to the other , excitement evident on pale features as eyes meet on her own as he closes the remaining distance lingering between. ❛ you’ve got my full attention. now come on , WHAT IS IT? ❜
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She couldn’t sleep that night, a sense of premonition following her around all day --- something was going to happen, only she didn’t know what. When she was finished writing her letter, she walked all the way outside along the cobblestone path to place her letter to Gillian’s most recent address inside of the mailbox. Sally didn’t even KNOW if it was a letter her sister would get since she packed her bags and uprooted herself from towns faster than Sally could keep up with, but it was the same as ever, penned by HAND, the smoothly neat scrawl full of her secret thoughts.
Night had fallen and taken its reign over the sky. Evenings at the Victorian house at the end of Magnolia street were equivalent to mystical spells in their own right for Sally...ever since she was a little girl; when the sounds of day were hushed, when the crickets came to croon, when the endless glitter of stars filled the dark, only lit by the light of a full, creamy moon. She used to sit on top of the shingles of the roof and argue with Gilly over whether it was POSSIBLE for even the smallest wish to come true. That was the memory resurfacing through her mind, head tilted back and eyes on the light possessed by the moon. Sally was right about something happening, but it was going to arrive in a shape of a person from her PAST, not a catastrophic event or black cat clawing at the door.
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@endcra fell into the scorpion pit
He’s running faster than he can muster; his legs turning to mush and lungs burning under the strain. His mind can no longer recall why he even started--wolves or a sick fever dream--but all he knows for certain is that danger looms over him and he must escape it.
Suddenly he found himself on the ground, desperately scrambling to stand up again in spite of his legs continuously giving out from under him. The one thing that strangely relaxed him were the footsteps approaching from the front. It was no longer thundering hooves or barks and howls, but calm footsteps that seemed to have no intention of hurting him.
❝End me if you wish and release my soul into the woods, but know that my steel will not falter under the reaper’s whispers.❞ he said as his hand latched onto the hilt of his sword, ignoring the sweat that poured down his face. He’s grown used to it by now, but his mind was never used to the phantoms of his past that danced in his mind due to his sickness.
