#spellbcund

                          The first year let out a small sigh, running his                      fingers through  his  hair  in  frustration.  He  was                       beyond   exhausted   from    professor   Crewel’s                       class  today.   Deuce  wasn’t  understanding  the                       material.  If  anything  it  was  going  through one                       ear and out the other. Maybe he needed caffeine                       in his system, so  he  decided  to  head  towards                       the cafe near the school.  He  pushed  open  the                       door, causing soft jungle to sound. It was a good                      thing his club wasn’t meeting today.  At  least he                      can relax a bit.

Vivid eyes stared ahead at the small fire that had started in the pile of papers before him. An angry flame or two seemed to escape his mouth as he held a perturbingly calm demeanor.

         THE PERSON THAT WERE TO TAKE his order had already come over before he had gotten to choose what he wanted from the menu, as choosing just what kind of sweet pastry he wanted was a difficult choice, obviously. 

         「  — that by name alone you'd imagine the inside of this café to be some occult, witchy themed café?  」

          A voice soft as the morning breeze flowed from redden lips crumbling the comfortable silence. She spoke with clarity as if she understood ---- as if she sought for her own relieve.

          “That’s impossible.” 

            Tapered digits soft and smooth trailed against the tea cup, the warmth inviting, needed. The answer to his question wouldn’t come right away she was debating. She had burst into this endearing cafe, not expecting much but he was warm the moment she entered. Welcoming when many shooed her away. Bottom lip was bit, released with a bit of moisture as if trying to find her voice. A demure little thing, like a skittish mouse. But the longer the silence stood the more she felt guilty in keeping him. Even if she was the only one there. 

@spellbcund​ sent: ❛ people always say life is full of choices, no one ever mentions fear. ❜

“Do you always talk so profoundly with your customers or am I just lucky?” Aurel teases as he momentarily turns away to give Mazo a bit of the baked good he’d gotten. The dog, who was currently curled up out of the way under the table, happily accepted the treat, tail starting to lightly thud on the ground as it wagged about. A good sign, that meant they were safe here, least for now. Course it wasn’t like the sense of magic about didn’t go unnoticed. But, less it was brought up by the other first Aurel wasn’t about to risk being the one to do so.

Looking back over to the speaker Aurel dusts his hands free of the crumbs before picking up the coffee he’d also ordered. “Not that I’m complaining or anything, just seems like it would be an exhausting business practice is all.” He says with a small shrug taking a small sip of his drink. “Though, it’s not like I can say I don’t get where you’re coming from.” The forgotten one adds after a second.

positivity meme !

@spellbcund​ ASKED:

“ what in the world is this!? ”

meme

“What does it fuckin’ look like? ‘s food.”

The vampire snarls, yanking his arm forward and with it pulling the corpse he had been dragging with him to the front with ease. Served to be stronger than a human, as he could yoink someone much bigger in mass than him around all he wanted.