#witchv

She didn’t do summonings, not after what happened all those years ago. She did simple spells; charms and other such things that she viewed as harmless and helpful for others. Yet, time and again her magic had a mind of its own. It seemed almost hungry to push the envelope of what she could do, just like now.

The bowl before her had smoked and sparked, the scent and colors all wrong for a spell she had performed countless times before. She tried to stop whatever was happening, but it was too late and she was sent flying back across her modest living room. There was a crash, like thunder inside her home, and as she moved to sit up she found herself staring up at an unfamiliar man standing in the middle of her living room.

Smoke clung to him, residuals from her spell. She’d summoned someone? No, something. She scrambled to her feet, coughing and body tingling as she stared wide-eyed, heart racing in terror. Another demon? Please, no.

@xunreinx asked - this is who you are. it's not the face you're given, it's the face you choose. // yennefer for the witch verse uwu

She frowned at that, doubt coloring her features. “I didn't choose this,” she argued. “Life is hard enough without…” and she waved her hands in a way that the uneducated would think meant she was cursing them.

“I didn't ask for this… or want it,” but she didn't have a choice in the matter. She'd tried denying her abilities, but that had only led to more problems. 

A short scream escaped her as she covered her head, hiding from her wayward magic. A roaring filled her ears, pulling a whimper from her, but as quickly as it had started it vanished. Her eyes fluttered open and she cautiously sat up, gaze sweeping over her living room. Everything was still, maybe a little too still, but at least it seemed that her magic had dissipated.

Sighing, the petite blonde pulled herself to her feet, shaking her head. She really was the worst at this whole magic thing. Maybe it would be best if she just called it quits?