#haze:start

                        all it takes is one of somi’s current favorite songs to be blasting through the earbuds lodged into her ears for her to be lost to the world as she walks her way home. she’s always a little extra spacey after a long day of hopping in and out of her client’s dreams, so she lets her mind wander with the music, eyes slightly glazed over as she pays no mind to her surroundings. she doesn’t remember making it to the transit station, but all of a sudden she’s stepping into the subway car, and just as she’s taking her seat her phone alerts that it’s on it’s last percent of battery life. “you’d think after all the times this thing has died on my way home i’d remember to charge it before leaving work,” she muses out loud, tugging the earbuds out and shoving them into her bag without any gentleness, barely giving a glance to the person sitting next to her. "you don’t happen to be a tech witch, huh?” 

She took a breath and tried her best smile, approaching the first person she watched close by “Do you want to---” ugh, too much, too stupid, better to destroy the coupon and pay the whole damn thing “Forget it” she said, turning on her heels, embarrassed. A feeling she doubtlessly hated. 

                        SAT ON THE CONCRETE in a currently not particularly busy park, under the shade of a golden-leafed tree, jinhien’s legs are slightly bent at the knees, but not all the way up to his chest   ------   it’s as if there’s just enough room for a little creature to snuggle itself in his two sizes too big striped jumper. and there actually is a sweetly cradled animal, concealed from the eyes of all but the gifted warlock   ------   a ghost of an old, not long ago dearly beloved shih tzu with a collar that reads CHARLIE. both pairs of eyes are set on an adolescent girl walking a rather similar pet, though only three or so months old, calling for him by the exact same name, not too far away from the witch.              ❛    you’ve done such a good job, you’ve loved her and made her happy for fifteen years, helped her grow up. she’ll be fine, and she’ll miss you, you know ? i promise.      ❜       mangie’s whispering the gentle words to the dog’s spirit and petting his fluffy head with an unspeakable amount of fondness, able to feel the ghost within his arms. traitorous tears roll down his cheeks and create salty trails as his lids squeeze shut at the realization that a dog dedicates their whole life to their owner, while only being a small part of their human’s existence. he can feel the soul ready to move on towards, hopefully, puppy heaven, since charlie’s seen his owner dealing with her loss, managing her pain, and smiling again. the warlock concentrates and slowly, though painfully, helps the spirit leave its realm and carry on. a few deep breaths are needed in order for him to regain the stability & power to uncover his browns, rimmed with damp lashes. he can sense it on his skin that someone’s got him in a scope, and he’s not wrong   ------   there’s someone who’s just witnessed him seemingly conversing with himself and cuddling pure nothingness in his arms while nearly bawling his eyes out. violently he wipes his face dry, leaving it slightly rosy because of the harshness of the fabric.           ❛   what ?! you got nothing better to do than stare at people ?!      ❜