#feydabin

- Send A Flower : Closed -

…insult your muse.

𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚜; 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆

well this is an interesting situation.

sol must look like the biggest idiot in the current moment ― dressed from head-to-toe in patterned pajamas, an ungodly example of the word ‘bed head’ present on his features, such an appearance was not one he’d ever expect to go out in. desperate times call for desperate measures, however, and this surely was one of those moments ― informality aside.

“ i ran out of ramen. “

there’s a sheepish smile present on the familiar’s expression as he scratches at his nape, looking anywhere but dabin’s awaiting eyes peering from her open doorway. why he chose midnight on a weekday to deal with such a crisis is beyond him ― food was a creed for sol, and when he ran out of it? well, he supposed he was ever more thankful for the friends he had.

@feydabin

hea was sitting rather patiently on the blanket she had earlier put down on the lively colored grass, her legs crossed against each other and she was listening to the witch talk, books and ingredients scattered all around them. she had known dabin for a little time, but the other quickly became an acquaintance for the bunny familiar that had trouble with new people. you see, hea was always happy to help and learn. learning was, actually, much appreciated even at her age, since she considered herself to have many things to learn. she was seeing dabin in the same view as she was seeing herself - learning. the witch wasn’t exceptional at being a witch, maybe the contrary, but hea believed in the young woman and her abilities, but sometimes - she just needed a little bit of help in the right direction. or bad. it depends on the spell.

shaking her head slightly at whatever the fellow woman had said, hea leaned forward to read the book in front of dabin, her hand coming up to her face to tuck a few strands of hair that were bothering behind her ear. she pops her mouth then, blinking a few times as if to show her obvious confusion, straightening her back to move to her previous position on the blanket. maybe hea wasn’t as big of a help that she should’ve been to the other, but it’s somewhat understandable given the fact of what happened with the last witch that she helped. there has been some time since and honestly, hea was just too scared to get that close to a witch again, and yet, here she was, doing this, trying to be helpful even though she wasn’t helpful much.

❛❛ i’m sure it’s the ingredients fault. ❜❜ 

@feydabin​

It wasn’t often that he got a chance to talk to witches outside of his own house or even outside those who were the closest to his own family. This was why Youngjo always looked forward to occurrences that would bring the bloodlines together equally, especially such as the festivities taking place this month. While here it felt as though things such as gender and lineage didn’t matter as everyone were simply gathered in the same interest of magic and exchanging knowledge. Or trying to snatch up each other’s dirty little secrets.

Seeing the overwhelming abundance of magical displays always both awed him and left him painfully aware of his own mortality and plainness. Although it wasn’t common knowledge and to most here he wasn’t simply any other witch, there were those who knew that he didn’t belong, and even worse, those who could sniff him out as an ordinary human being. For everyone knew that humans didn’t usually come here unless with a purpose, which most usually bounded in earning money on selling their blood.

Which was why Youngjo had spent all evening trying to get away from a particularly insistent vampire who didn’t seem to believe that no did not, in fact, mean yes.