#wcnderingwitch

[nevivorona]

❛ it’s haunted, but it has a lovely kitchen backsplash. ❜ (modern bois?)

.｡*ﾟ†.*————  meme / accepting!

          ❝ ———— oh,  please,  you  superstite.  ❞  rolling his eyes, fingers return to tracing over the advertisement before them. sharp black coffee filling the room with its  heady  aroma, breakfast wasted over searching for a place to stay, outside of the molding dormitory they’ve called home for so long. julian finds it difficult to quieten his smile, a warm feeling of  domesticity  blooming in his chest. 

          to share a home with a friend, ah, it’s difficult. but the joy is... undefinable. to be comfortable in the presence of another, and to be enthusiastic for their return ———— though he should keep such sentiment quiet, less asra pull his classic  escape.

          ❝ if you can handle a spectre or two, then i can take the cramped bathroom. what do you think about a  second  tour ? ❞

[bedstvviye-a]

≼ — @wcnderingwitch​ ≽

          ❝ ———— i wouldn’t say i’m entirely  innocent,  but i did  HOPE  that you wouldn’t scold me... considering i’m essentially a  part  of this store by now, i reckoned i’d get off with just a warning. ❞  lounging back in the seat as if it were his own, he sends the magician a grin; feigning  pride  to hide his anxiety. visiting asra always send his stomach into  THROES,  and it was a struggle to guard that from the other. after all, he didn’t want to seem all too  eager,  but when asra stood before him, it was difficult to pretend that he wasn’t.

          ❝ ———— and so what if i broke in ?  are you that  DISAPPOINTED  to see me, my dear magician ? ❞

[hackermemelord]

‘ it’s a horrible feeling to know things have gone wrong and there’s nothing you can do to change it . ’

(    *    & .    —    ‘   YOU   ’   (   SEASON  ONE   )   SENTENCE  STARTERS . // @wcnderingwitch

       Way too many things weighed on his shoulders now. He learned about Saeran and his association with Mint Eye. The Saeran he saw at MC’s apartment wasn’t the one who he remembered when they were children. His appearance and personality differed quite a lot. But what he didn’t understand was why would Saeran keep attacking the messenger or make dangerous attempts to harm the RFA, even homicide with the bomb switch. Jihyun went missing as well and he wasn’t picking up his phone.

       “There’s got to be something!” his voice quavered in worry while his fingers dug into vermillion hair locks. “I couldn’t recognise my own brother. The pictures a friend sent me of him were far different, he looked happy. But what I saw recently doesn’t meet that aspect. Please, tell me that wasn’t my brother that I saw. Someone else is behind all of this, right? My brother couldn’t do all this on his own...”

[raajasii]

@wcnderingwitch .  ||  ♛ one liner sc .

                ❝ I have decided to grant you the great privilege of joining me on a  secret adventure !! ❞         Truly rather conspicuous that it’s COMPANY he sought during a trip that would be anything but exciting.  

[rubiieyed-a]

『❥』┊  @wcnderingwitch liked for a starter.

    -ˏˋ ✪      he   is   skeptical   though   he   can’t   really   help   his   curiosity   once   he   is   inside   a   small   shoppe.   ❝   i’ve   never   had   my   future   read   before.   ❞

[plaguefated-archived]

♠ giving @wcnderingwitch an unsolicited starter ♠

          ❝ You know, Asra, death wasn’t so bad. I learned so many NEW THINGS.                                                                                                  But DYING ? Dying is painful. ❞  

          She let her words HANG in the air ; heavy and uncomfortable. They were an open invitation to                      WHAT ? An argument ? A conversation ? Or perhaps she wanted some of that animosity that coursed through her veins to BLEED OUT into the world. Make itself known. She still blamed him. SHE BLAMED THEM ALL.

[zombfear-blog]

@wcnderingwitch // ʟɪᴋᴇᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴀ sᴇɴᴛᴇɴᴄᴇ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ [ x ]

     ❝Can I ask you something kind of odd?❞

[yewbowed-blog]

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“don’t mind me, just continue doing what you’re doing. just act like I’m not even here,” he chuckles, dark green hues continue to linger on the mage, as to where his gaze was fixed now, it was somewhat hard to tell, considering he had been caught; he would make sure not to make it so easy this time around. 

“blocking my view, you say. well that’s anything but the case, considering the view-- well you’re a smart man, I’m sure you’ve figured it out.”

@wcnderingwitch

[cardsread]

SHIP  AESTHETICS  :  maera   &   asra     (    ft .  @wcnderingwitch    )

❝            love :  It  will  kill  you  and  save  you ,  both .               ❞

[marigoldeneyes]

“Care to go for a walk?”

Autumn Sentence Starters

“YES.”

The answer is immediate and comes out before she realizes she had opened her mouth, yet the intention is clear and so it’s her resolution to abandon this trap she had got herself into.

“I mean- yes. Yes I- I’m sorry. I really need to-? Okay good idea, good idea. Just- just give me a second I’ll be right back.”

The truth was that she was no expert on the things that every client that came to the shop believed her to be. Yes, she knew how to prepare amulets or brews or the herbs that most people needed to deal with certain pains. But to some requests that she had received over the past few years? She wasn’t even quite sure that there existed something that could satisfy the people that needed more complex things of her. Does that mean that she had ever said no to them so she could practice the self-care that she deserved? Absolutely no, and that was why she had been fighting an entire night and morning to find a solution for an old lady that had cried her heart out in front of her and to which demand the mess of sage, lemon balm, lavender and linden flower was simply not responding.

AND THEN AGAIN, SHE COULD HAVE SAID NO. But she couldn’t, and all she was hoping for was that a brief break would miraculously give her the answer that she NEEDED to find before it was too late.

“Master, have you seen my cloak? I’m sure it’s somewhere on the first floor!” Or was it the second? Wait, had she accepted the offer of one of her client’s who offered to clean and repair that thing? She tried to remember it, but between the amount of energy that she had put in her work recently and the effort she was putting in trying to make her hair look at least presentable made it harder to go back to that moment. She felt like she hadn’t, but honestly, she wouldn’t trust herself too much on that, not when it came to a piece of her wardrobe that she didn’t use that much given the hot weather in this part of the world. Despite it feeling like an illusion against the cold day that they had today.

Gods she needed an assistant, or to learn to write down the important things once and for all.

[nevivorona]

Drags his nails along the top of Julian's ear.

.｡*ﾟ†.*———— unprompted inbox / <3

          he doesn’t want to  move.  

          it’s not  COMMON  for asra to stay the night like this. usually, after their hands went too far and their mouths spoke too much, the other would slip away back to his room in the shared flat, leaving julian to curl himself up to sleep with an aching body. however, last night had been different... and he’d been rewarded the  honor  of humoring one tired asra in the morning.

          ❝ ———— that  tickles,  ❞ he mutters into the pillows, not wanting to open his eyes, body brought in as small as it could be, tucked against the much  nicer  curves of asra’s shape, cold skin seeking tired heat in the waning morning. a sigh leaves him, and one callused set of fingers reaches to grab the offending hand, clasping it about himself and settling it against his firm, pale chest.

          ❝ don’t  move.  i’m  cold. ❞

          i want to enjoy it while i can.

[bedstvviye-a]

@wcnderingwitch @plaguefated 3x3 

this was a  difficult  way of moving forward. as memories began to resurface, and julian’s mind became  CLEARER,  recovering those spots of clarity became... interesting. to say the least. feeling like an ashamed child, almost  scolding  himself for his twisted heart, as feelings for asthora began to rise once more... and the  guilt  of pushing his broken heart on asra began to, as well.

sitting in the reading room, looking on as the two discussed their practice, julian felt very  OUT OF PLACE.  too big for the space he was taking up, and  unnecessarily  staunch. slowly pulling off his gloves, he wrung them between his hands, cautiously glancing over the two, before averting his eyes. was it wrong to even bring these things up ?  he supposed if they hadn’t mentioned much beyond what had been quietly settled between them, then it was done and over... but. julian wasn’t ready to let go of things.

was it selfish to want it back ?  ah, he was just a  FOOL  when it came to love. antsy, he writhed in the corner, staring down into the busy corners of the shop, folding and refolding gloves in attempt to occupy his mind.

[hackermemelord]

❝ You clearly have not lived it at all. ❞

✧     CRIMSON     PEAK     SENTENCE     PROMPTS    ! // @wcnderingwitch

       He visited the magician after becoming intrigued by his texts. Something made him feel lucky to have caught the right moment for this. It was a first to meet a mage and he was curious to see the outcome.

       Since they discussed in messages about some sort of fortune telling, the redhead’s curiosity had elevated. His life was complex and he’d never gotten the answers he wanted from Jihyun about his brother so it all felt like he was stuck in a cursed circle of wondering. He was interested in magic, however, and everything as wacky and cool, and possibly dangerous to play with, so he was somewhat excited.

       First appearances were important, same as introduction, and sizing a person. He got a good vibe from Asra, though, what could he have gotten out from him?

       Into their discussion, the mage stated a sentence that obviously had him dwell upon his own happiness that he lacked. Could it be possible that the other was able to feel what kind of past he had?

       “Yeah. My whole life feels like a game. Just that the coding is messed up and I don’t know what’s right or wrong, what to do and what not. I do what’s right in front of my eyes but it feels like something’s missing, like I haven’t been told something.”

[digiitalis]

@wcnderingwitch 

[Continued from Here]

“You heard me, Wanderer.” There was a purr to Kurama’s voice, low tones intentionally geared toward seductive. It was easy, too easy to get the normally unfazed fox into flustered hysterics-- at least, when he was the one pushing the buttons. Youko Kurama had never been anything if not a master of manipulation. 

“Why don’t you show me that lovely face of yours? Difficult to kiss hidden lips.” He reached out a clawed hand and tweaked one of Asra’s ears, trailing fingertips down the curve of his head, teasingly. 

[forgottentreads]

❝ would you like to see something strange? ❞

halloween starters.

With furrowed brows, the hermit tries to examine his face. To identify every little detail in that expression of his as if anything that was there could give him a clue of what Asra wants to attempt, and how inclined does he feel to accept the secret proposal that is hanging from his words.

It is not to say that he doesn’t trust him because he does, and he does it with every part of himself. Yet, the nervous tremble that he feels inside is a cause of experiences that go beyond him. That makes him instinctively relate uncertainty with danger and trouble to come. That has taught him by both direct and indirect means that when the future is behind a veil it can undoubtedly hold behind something that can hurt, either him or the few creatures that he loves.

He tries to shake that thought off his head before it escalates more than it already has. He knows he can’t let those things take over himself, less when the worst part is already in the past.

“What is it?” That might not sound like the answer he was looking for, but it is his way to agree to what the magician feels like doing. And yes, he might feel unsettled about this, but there is something in the way Asra looks at him and smiles to him that it has always made it impossible to deny him of anything he would ever want. The strange force that resides in the spark of his eyes feels warm and hopeful, and those are things that he knows he doesn’t get to experiment frequently. Less after what has happened, less when his body and soul were still recovering from the caprices of the Count. But he feels them, right here, right now. And as he does the knot in his stomach starts to undo and make room for curiosity and intrigue.

Perhaps he does want to see something strange. Perhaps he would want anything as long as it is his friend the one who is there to show it to him.

Perhaps.

[lunima]

// ☾ ; STARTER CALL ⇢ @wcnderingwitch

❝ ––––––– what are you thinking about? ❞  she enunciates each word with care, her tongue still ADAMANT words were not for her to speak aloud. Though he’d taught her what felt like a lifetime ago, she forever found herself CHOKING on certain verbs. Her mind had forgotten her silence, but her body had not. It remembered; inspiring jolts of pure shock to race through her system when her voice rang out                  (  this is still so terribly NEW, isn’t it? )

The magician’s expression concerns her, the furrow of his brow suggesting SOMETHING was not quite right. It takes ALL of her willpower not to reach out and press a finger to his brow, smoothing those lines until he was smiling once more. Instead she nudges him gently with the toe of her lavender slipper, battling dark lashes expectantly up at him.