Oct 8, 2021
@warlcks sent a text, ❝ “ 💬 ” ❞. from the prompt: send 💬 for a randomly generated line of dialogue.
" you're too good for this world. "
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@warlcks sent a text, ❝ “ 💬 ” ❞. from the prompt: send 💬 for a randomly generated line of dialogue.
" you're too good for this world. "
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𝘪 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘯 ... & 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔 . ft. @warlcks
@oeshun / @warlcks .
meeting the parents , it was such a mundane concept. nothing he ever thought that he would have to experience. perhaps especially given that their blood parents were centuries dead. nerves are a bundle in the pit of stomach such an unusual sensation. he arrives at provided address, large bouquet of flowers gripped tightly in hand. it was something seen in a mortal made romantic comedy. some sort of rule to not arrive empty handed. knuckles knock firmly against the door and spine straightens upon it opening. two pairs of eyes greet him. one providing familiar warmth, and the other unfamiliar but just as inviting. “ hello. “ charm is usually so easy to turn on, like a switch, but he actually cares about making a fool of himself. throat is cleared before lips form into a hesitant smile, flowers offered towards her. “ these are for you, señora. “
a drag taken from cigarette, the smoke carrying into the city night landscape. the air is nippy against bare cheeks but the close proximity of felix is doing wonders to keep the rest warm. they were two magnets that kept finding themselves in each other’s company. no matter how hard he tried to repel the other, the pull was too strong. shared mentor would probably have some choice words to say about their relationship. he can almost hear the disapproving tone that darius would use, claiming that this made them both weak. perhaps it was true. felix did make him weak. both when the other is around and when he is not. something that baltasar scarcely allowed himself to acknowledge. doing so only gave his rival power. but here, now, with them being alone together, it proved more difficult to swallow the truth. arms lean against balcony railing and focus tries to tune in down below to the never ending activity in the streets. it doesn’t happen long.
@warlcks says, " what do you see when you look into my eyes? "
heart is suddenly like a racehorse, speeding against ribcage, attempting to fight its way out. before head can turn, he almost predicts what to expect. deep shades of scarlet decorate irises that were once dark chocolate in color. this was not the first time felix has dropped perfectly placed glamor. they were young men, barely knowledgeable in magic and yearning for a home where they could drop all pretenses, when he first witnessed the other’s mark. the sight was breathtaking then and breathtaking now. cigarette balances between index and middle finger, as if to show that full attention is now turned towards those awe-inspiring eyes. forked tongue presses against roof of mouth in deliberation. something had to prompt this question. something most likely rooted in insecurity, which could be perfectly exploited, but ... he can’t. not when own mark is the same cause for questioning own worthiness.
" i see power. i see familiarity. heartbreak. determination. allure. " a pause in unusual candor, turning body to the side in order to fully face felix. " but above all ... i see beauty. " later he could pretend that this was said for own amusement, but for now he allows hidden truth to swim at the surface. one more drag is taken before he disregards cigarette completely. " i don’t normally offer up my inner thoughts for free, so be sure to enjoy this gift. i can promise you it won’t happen again. "
@warlcks sent *, a drunk text : text meme, accepting
[3:05AM] im going to have s uch a bad headache when i wake up [3:05AM] but youcan still come by in the morning please do [3:06AM] i would love to see your face
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FELIX & MARINA.
❝ i’ll always find you, filho. you’re my baby son. my first born. momma loves you so much. ❞ those words, that would so easily fall from marina’s lips were the exact ones that were lacking when felix was a small child. the emotion she felt when her arms wrapped themselves around his body for the first time, was the same one she felt when holding a tiny newborn clara and a tiny newborn jonah a few years before. nobody could take that feeling away from them. ❝ you can always come home when things get tough. you know you’re safe here and nobody will hurt you while i can protect you, don’t you? ❞
@warlcks said : ‘ i’ve been lost but i’m here now . you’re the only person who has ever been able to find me . ’
# @warlcks 𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴𝙳 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝙰 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁 .
august 12, 1921
the date is written meticulously in practiced script across a piece of paper in bold black ink. it taunts him, reminding him how much time has truly passed. one-hundred years since he has had to lay his mentor beneath the soil. ETERNITY STRETCHES ON ENDLESSLY. without guidance, the young warlock has unwillingly been fumbling about throughout the century. it felt dirty to be reduced to using his powers to steal, mainly clothes and food ( sometimes riches ), in order to survive. but who he was and who he needed to be in order to survive could not meet halfway yet. it would happen. these years would be measly faded memories in due time. pen presses against the paper before him, carefully curating a message for an old foe.
darling felix,
i know how heavily my presence has been missed. you were so easy to track down, it’s almost as if you left your wards down because you wanted me to find you.
i shall be at club durant around 11pm. grace me with your brooding company? i’m sure there’s still room on that forehead for more worried lines.
- baltasar
the letter is reviewed. always a perfectionist, he would not be embarrassed by one word being out of place or allow himself to reveal that he, indeed, has been the one to miss the other. the feeling has festered. after years of having felix merely rooms away and seeing his face every day within the halls of darius’ home, their home, it felt almost unnatural to be separated. baltasar hated how his body yearned. even just to feel the tendrils of felix’s power in the air. IT WAS FOOLISH, STUPID OF HIM. and yet here he was. that yearning had become unbearable and so he wanted to feed it, if only to get that part of him to shut up. the letter is folded and sent into a blaze of fire, which would appear in the other warlock’s palm in just a moment.
@warlcks // STARTER CALL!
HE SHOULD BE HOME AT ANY MOMENT. the comfort food beautifully placed on the table, warmth, perfume and affection taking over the kitchen. marina would spend hours cooking felix his favorite meals every night, just so she could make her chosen child feel loved and appreciated. he needed that. for all that the mermaid cared, she knew felix craved the motherly affection he’s only found after two hundred years spent on earth and now she’d make sure he’d forever have it in abundance. ❝ oi, filho! come in, dinner’s ready! ❞ it was easy for marina to sense presences and tell exactly who was around. and it was only natural for her to call him her son. a smile spread upon tan features as gloved hands places a hot pan on the pot holder. ❝ i made your favorite! please have a seat, there’s something important i need to talk to you about over dinner! ❞