#straycatmagic

Kara: Paladin

“A holy warrior bound to a sacred oath.”

“A paladin swears to uphold justice and righteousness, to stand with the good things of the world against the encroaching darkness, and to hunt the forces of evil wherever they lurk.”

This is what Kara stands for, be it as a reporter or as Supergirl. Need I say more?

Marley: Bard

“An inspiring magician whose power echoes the music of creation.”

Marley is passionate about writing and composing songs, as well as singing. Her mother also always tells her that she “has magic in her throat”. A bard encompasses both magic and music so I think it’s the most suitable class for her.

Ted: Sorcerer

“A spellcaster who draws on inherent magic from a gift or bloodline.”

I wanted to cast him as a Cleric as he’s proficient in healing spells, but I don’t think he’s that religious. He’s also rather charismatic which seems more of a sorcerer’s thing than a cleric.

Lucius: Warlock

“A wielder of magic that is derived from a bargain with an extraplanar entity.”

“A warlock might lead a cult dedicated to a demon prince, an archdevil, or an utterly alien entity—beings not typically served by clerics. More often, though, the arrangement is similar to that between a master and an apprentice. The warlock learns and grows in power, at the cost of occasional services performed on the patron’s behalf.”

“My Master did,” Mick smiled, his fingers moving to the bruise on his throat, fingers slowly grazing over the hickey, pressing into the bruise, feeling the warm ache spread through his body.

It had been a long time since they’d been together - him and Quinn. Master had granted him permission to spend his evening how he liked, and he could think of no better way than getting high with his Babe. It had been a long time since he’d been in Toronto, since he’d been high. New York was a different life completely. Mickey had to be polite and respectful, act like someone he wasn’t.

“They make me feel better,” He said softly, “Like I’m alive, like I’m not some pathetic sub who can’t stand up for himself.” His fingers moved to a dark red mark on his chest, running over the whip line softly. 

“I still fight sometimes,” He smirked, hand moving over the red mark firmly. “I don’t make it easy,” He chuckled, glancing up to her eyes, to her blonde hair, blue eyes. Gorgeous.

“You don’t make it easy either.” He pointed out softly, his hand moving to push her blonde her behind her ear.

“I love you, Babe.” He’d never said those words before. Never said them to anyone but his Master. He didn’t know where they’d come from. She could never be his. He could never be hers. But they’d always had a connection. The Mouse and the Babe. Mouse and Babe.

Once upon a time, they’d nearly had a child.

Maybe once upon a time they would.

Mick never wanted his DNA passed on. Quinn was as close to him as he’d ever find.

Quinn smiled back at him. She hesitated for a moment, nervous.

“I love you, Mouse,”

And everything was right with the world.

Mick drew her in for an embrace, kissing the top of her head.