#justyourhand

Within his personal gate, Asra lounged beside the kaleidoscopic pool of shimmering water, Faust resting nearby in the towering multicolored trees. With a sudden turn, the energy around him shifts, something powerful and familiar tugging in one direction. He rises to his feet, shock plain on his features upon seeing who rose from the water, “Julianne?” He asked, although it was plain to see who exactly it was.

“What are you doing here,” he asked with a slightly breathless chuckle, offering a hand to aid her across the water’s surface disturbed only by the smallest of ripples under her feet, “You and Ilya aren’t in trouble, are you?”

Shock morphs to concern at the thought. With Julian and Julianne sailing the high seas together anything could happen.

Julianne took the magician’s hand with a smile, making her way through the shallow waters until she was soundly on the beach. It felt like ages since she’d visited Asra, and though it hadn’t been all that long, she was just as happy to see him.

“No, no trouble,” she replies, “unless you count Ilya’s usual antics as trouble. Which, to be fair...”

A soft shake of her head, and she was back on topic. “But, ah. I’ll be honest, I don’t really know how I ended up here either. Last I remember, I was heading to sleep - and now I’m here.”

     And now he’s tailgating around with some albino magician, who had offered his hand to help the phoenix get accustomed to this new world. More so, a free place to stay. The magician’s home was full of shiny and magically infused shit that was just up for the taking. A “nest” was made in the corner of the magician’s tarot room, filled with feathers, soft blankets and anything shiny that he could nab and stuff away. It’s not like the magician needs that much power.

     Hadyn lounges in the kitchen, laying across the table in his human form, casually tossing cooking knives into the ceiling. The magician, Asra, was usually out of the house most mornings so he had the house to himself mostly. And when the clock struck noon, the door would open and there would be Asra himself. And... a particular little snack that hid inside his cloak.

     “ Aww, lookit that. Ya’ brought me a snake fer a snack! Yer so generous Asssssra. ”

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4. Wearing your muse’s clothes

“Got bored, Alwa left in the morning, and it’s CRAZY how your clothes smell this good even when you haven’t touched them in WEEKS. Seriously though, what are you doing with them? It’s really not fair if you are keeping the spell from me.”

Although there was a possibility that it had to do more with the game than the actual sensation coming from the other’s clothes. Some sort of triumph derived from that nice feeling in her chest while she smiled and turned and tried one scarf after the other. A joy so similar in form to that of a child trying on a new costume that there was almost no difference in the way she silently entertained herself twirling and posing and laughing with every new discovery along the way.

Did she turn when he addressed her from his position near the door? No, no she didn’t. And instead, she continued enjoying that moment for a minute longer. Just enough to fix the details in her last suit: one that consisted in a pair of dark pants, a shirt with his signature wide cleavage and that funny hat he always takes with him every time he left. The one with that curious feather she always ended up distracted with, and which she had tried on five or six times by now.

“Anyways! What do you think? Can you feel the air of mystery and a thousand untold stories surrounding me like a cold autumn night? Or- do I need more colors. I definitely can add more colors to this one.”