#eunciia

[solivcgant]

The small raven tapped on his shoulder, hoping he'd turn around. She was bored and wasn't sure what to do with herself around this time of year. The witch could get away with a little bit more around the Halloween season, but still refused to push her luck. Still, she'd always wanted to try out silly human fall traditions. ❝ Are you busy? Would you want to go to a pumpkin farm with me? ❞ (from Maudie) @eunciia

"..pumpkin farm..?" he repeated slowly, trying to see what she found enticing about the farm life to make her want to leave the comforts of the city. and wifi-- maybe the obsession with fall and all things spooky was a fall girl thing? "that depends.. are we going to make a pumpkin army at the pumpkin farm? or at you dragging me along to be your photographer with the pumpkins. because let me warn you right now, you'll get aesthetically pleasing BLURRY photos. "

[aeviterncl]

✏️ + Marcel/Connor

MEME ┊accepting.

MARCEL X CONNOR HEADCANONS

Connor is the first relationship Marcel has had with genuine feelings involved that's also healthy, so it may take him a lot of time to adjust and be comfortable with his feelings being reciprocated—and to properly gauge the right amount of a response/action. He may overreact to small things and get super conscious of things he used to not even think much of before (ex. kissing, hugs, holding hands, being in the same space, saying he loves him—it all feels different when things aren't one-sided).

He literally won't be able to hide or mask anything he feels around Connor anymore. He has lied and deflected long enough, and he feels okay being vulnerable and genuine with him to the point where he really can't get away with a single lie ever again. His lies become very obvious.

He still very much regrets how he treated Connor in the past and he shamelessly tries to make it up to him even long after Connor forgave him. Most of the time, this manifests as him trying to give everything he can to Connor—lots of affection, compliments, gifts—and sometimes go past what he's actually ready to handle. IE. overcompensation to right wrongs to the point it can and most likely will irritate Connor.

If Connor ever sees his brand, I expect a bonding moment, considering how much that brand is tied to his fears in the first place. It would be something special for Marcel to take him to see his mother's grave (though this will be something long in the future after he has established he wants to spend the rest of his future with him—probably after engagement if it ever happens).

Sleeping on the sofa together might end up being a new form of comfort for the both of them. Before, it was something to be self-conscious of, but I feel the space would turn to something that felt safe and secure due to how often they might nap together really snuggled up while doing movie marathon nights (and falling asleep in the middle of them).

Hand-hand contact or kissing during movies? Probably frequent. After all, they've already established that their movie watching was really just a backdrop to have some time together or have excuses to talk to each other, so more intimacy would definitely be added to the list as they're now romantically involved.

Marcel would use cook some nice homemade dish to make sure Connor isn't wasting away during depressive episodes and nothing hits more like a good meal made by someone you treasure. He'd be practicing incorporating magic into the process to make a little show out of it.

Speaking of magic, little candle light shows as the day turns to night in the private space of their living spaces. As Marcel grows more confident in showing Connor more of his magic, I think he'd be more willing to talk about the questions related to his upbringing if Connor ever wanted to ask about them.

[perspextivexx]

@eunciia Ask

It had taken consistent, barely slept-through nights to get Briar to communicate with Connor about the nightmares that were more prominent around this season. The closer they got to the holidays, Thanksgiving and Christmas, the more frequently Briar was plagued with the memories of her once-living family and the subsequent murders that she could not stop. In some of those nightmares she was right there, within touching distance of their distorted faces, sometimes she was outside her house, seeking the living room brightened with the electricity from afar.

That night's rest was much better with having Connor at her bedside. Knowing that he was there as a reminder of this being now, and that being then, was enough to give her a night without nightmares. In fact, it was the best sleep she'd had in a few months.

"Fine'," Briar mumbled, still waking up somewhat. She stretched her hand out from under the blankets until it landed on his hand. Gently she squeezed it. "Better, better. No nightmare tonight."

[abrasife]

@eunciia * ✶ ❪ cont. from here┊☓ ❫

It was nothing unusual for him to be spending hours at the park on his own. It was part of his routine, part of his way of life to sit on a bench and paint or sketch or whatever he felt like doing to form a work of art on the sketchpad he brought with him. Oftentimes, he'd find himself painting absentmindedly, tuning out the world around him and letting himself immerse in the process of putting the sight in front of him onto the page.

However, he wasn't sketching anything in front of him today. Rather, he was caught up in doodling an assortment of designs for yet another round of wedding dress concepts, the model for said dress being featured on the left side of the page as he worked on designing on the right. With the days passing by, the more Keith could sense that Rachael and Shane would soon make their proposals to each other, and by that moment, he wanted to have much more recent designs to work with.

But the scratching sounds of his pencil came to a stop from the sound of another person plopping themselves down on the bench. Turning to the familiar girl, Maudie, he gave her a quick greeting in the form of a question. He had never seen the short girl around these parts before, so he believed his concern was justified.

Taken aback by her blunt response, he couldn't help but connect the similarities to what Reanne dealt with on a nearly daily basis. He hadn't thought of how many different people would be harassed like this, but he was certainly glad the ones he knew were getting out of these scenarios safely. Although... he found himself miffed at how both of them approached sharing about these things.

❝ God— ❞ Keith couldn't hold back the urge to click his tongue, ❝ you and Reanne talk almost exactly the same way about this kind of shit. You talk as if these things aren't serious matters and expect me to be like 'oh, okay' about them! ❞

Almost scowling, the redhead shook his head to refuse her offer of a snack, ❝ But anyway, I don't want those store-bought snacks. They're literally poison. ❞

[vere-flores]

Lost Ask Starter for Connie || @eunciia

With how stressed he'd been over this subject, Flora couldn't help being worried. Her chest felt tight as she watched him from her spot. So, as soon as she is offered to sit with him on the couch, she takes it immediately. Moving closer to his side, Flora reaches out for his hand. But once he says those words of appreciation, she can feel her own worries just wash away.

"Ah, thank you, Connie. I'll always be here for you and support you in the best way I can. You're my boyfriend, and I love you." She also knew he would do the same for her if she was struggling with her major, "What has made you decide to reconsider it, though?"

She hoped that didn't come across judgemental because that was not her intention at all. Flora was just curious.

[inseparableduo]

@eunciia continued from here!

"Really?!" Darla said, surprised. How could such a simple comment be the nicest thing she's heard?! She was so pretty, she deserved a ton of compliments! She could sense the girl wasn't 100% normal, but she saw no reason to call her out. Her body language alone was enough of a sign she was nervous. No reason to make that worse.

As the compliment is turned back on her, she just smiles. Maybe if her appearance was true and not fake, she would have taken it more to heart. Instead, it just slides off of her. Did it really matter that she was pretty when she looked nothing like herself? Well, at least her own disguise had some benefit.

"Wow, thank you! I think I would do better behind the camera though, I love taking pictures!"

[aeipathcy]

“  not everyone is just gonna become another scar. some people will stay, if you let them.  ” ( connor to reanne )

MEME┊accepting.

It was basically a routine now for Reanne to call him over to chat or simply have company after work or a long day in which company would overall boost her mood. While it was exactly in her living room that she had confessed her feelings, she hardly cared to bring that up again. Rather, she had been replaying the words of that time. Connor had answered her, but it took her a bit to actually process what he told her.

In fact, she only realized it after that picnic that he had literally told her he liked her back. Like an idiot, she hadn’t really picked up on that until after she got caught up in the idea of being rejected. Thankfully, she hadn’t said anything stupid since then, but god how dumb was she?! Why did she assume every guy she liked would never look at her the same way? Did she somehow think that her feelings would never be mutual because of all those guys she dated in the past?

Today, the auburn-haired girl had taken to leaning on Connor’s shoulder as she cuddled up to him on the couch. It was somewhat of a quiet evening, with her not really talking too much as she mulled over how to fix the issue she started. Really, what moron confessed out of the blue like that and proceeded to not hear the answer because they were too caught up in their own head? Her, that’s who.

She finally glanced over at him when he spoke up to break the silence, ignoring the pounding of her heart when her gaze locked onto his. Ah, this must have been to continue where they left the conversation last time. 

❝ I guess they would, ❞ she agreed, ❝ but something in me says I don’t deserve those people. Something says I’ll hurt them if I let them stay, and I don’t want that. ❞ Her gaze lowered towards the cushions as she spoke, focusing on her fingers that were pressing into it in rhythmic intervals. 

But she couldn’t keep making the same excuses forever. How many chances to move forward had she let slip through her fingers by this point? 

To think she prized herself for being able to face things head on without being a coward and yet she did stuff like avoid love because of these lingering insecurities like some loser. She really needed to change that. How could she call others out when she was an absolute hypocrite? Pulling herself off of him she looked him in the eyes and placed her hands on his shoulders to summon her conviction into her next words, nearly pushing the boy too hard with her unchecked level of force.

It was time to change. Actually dating someone now would be the quickest way to shove away what her old friend trauma liked to remind her of—to replace old memories with new and relevant experiences as her therapist liked to say.

 ❝ Are you sure you really want to date me? ❞ 

[framewcrk]

@eunciia

Andrew didn't have to try very hard in school, nor did he go to all of his classes all of the time. Most of the time he tried to make it to them, or at least part of them, but sometimes time got away from him and it just didn't quite work out that way. Today was one of those days, motivation lacked him. It wasn't something that was allowed back home, a model with no motivation wasn't a good model at all. It was part of the reason that he'd never been very good at being a model.

Right now, he sat leaned up against one the trees out nearby his dorm. He was supposed to be in maths class right now, but that could wait. He'd get the homework online later and figure it out from there. On the brightside, most of his professors didn't care that he didn't physically show up for class as long as he did the work. Plus, the book in his hands and the music in his ears was far more intriguing than anything a teacher might say anyways.

A frown burrowed on his face when he suddenly fell into shade. Clearing his throat at the female that stood in his way. When she didn't move, he wondered if she was special. Not that there was anything wrong with that, but he believed that everyone had something about them or around them that they hid from the world. He wondered what her thing was. "Um, excuse me, could you please move a few steps to one side?" He wasn't trying to be rude, simply just needing the sunlight to continue to read. He popped out a headphone just incase she had a response that he needed to hear.

[wiiccvn]

❛ Try focusing more on your life and less on mine! ❜

     SOURCE      ☾  JAI. ☽   ||   NOT Accepting !      

            TAKEN ABACK BY THE venom coated words, silas stares back at the young male silently, a mixture of sadness and a little of something else ( perhaps it was disappointment ) swirls furiously within his chest. a frown gradually forms upon his features the more he thinks over jai’s words, because all he had wanted to do was HELP. but it’s obvious that the other didn’t want his assistance, oh yes he made it very clear ! so the witch tosses a carton of cookies against the small cafe table that he’d bought for the two of them to share before this meetup pushing himself up from the booth he had been sitting in straight across from his newest acquaintance, “ there are other ways of saying ‘no’, if you weren’t aware. “ indeed, the witch’s feelings are hurt. he thrives on lending a helping hand to anyone he notices might need it, and of course he’s had people politely decline his offers, but the way jai was so quick to shout at him out in public really rubbed silas the wrong way. “ sorry for trying to be a friend. “ and he’s shoving his fists inside his jacket pockets, throwing the other one last dejected look before making his way to the cafe’s exit. 

[aeviterncl]

❝ Here, I picked this out for you. ❞ Ezra said, pulling out the pie pumpkin that he'd been carrying around hoping to see Shea in the next few days, ❝ I was thinking we could carve a face into it like the silly human tradition. ❞ The smile on his face was evident, he'd always wanted to learn to carve a pumpkin. (Ezra to Shea)

UNPROMPTED ┊always accepting.

Who would've thought they'd reunite like this? Shea had been on his way back to the main part of the city when he had decided to make a quick detour towards a park to catch the view he'd see from a little bridge that stretched across a significant little lake. Supposedly, it was a nice place to have a secret rendezvous with a partner, but that reputation meant nothing to him. However, he seemed to find himself thinking of it when he saw a familiar figure on the other side of the bridge itself, his blond hair and ethereal, otherworldly aura confirming that the man in the distance was, in fact, Ezra. As the angel approached him, the young messenger of death hopped onto the bridge railing, stretching an arm high to wave at him as the distance between them shortened.

It was pure coincidence that Shea had run into his favorite person on the planet just after delivering a depressing message to a frail old lady not that long ago. Thankfully, his mood was instantly brightened by the warm presence of the angel he pretty much worshiped. As his gaze took in the pumpkin held in the angel's hands, the boy blinked curiously as he stared for a moment. The pumpkin in Ezra's hands was a tad smaller than the ones he had been seeing around out on porches and doorsteps.

❝ I thought humans carved much larger pumpkins but this will do. I've seen the little ones carve even smaller pumpkins than this, ❞ Shea chimed as he spread out his arms to help him balance on the railing of the bridge. As he carefully placed one foot in front of the other, he hummed a little tune to himself, a rhythm reminiscent of a popular Halloween movie that was commonly debated on being a Christmas season movie as well.

He turned to the angel as he gave him a bright smile, ❝ it's kind of funny how there's such fun festivities going on at this time of year, don't you think? Dressing up in scary costumes, pretending to be dead for a night, collecting tons of candy—it's all so... ❞ He trailed off uncertainly as he lifted his chin to look up at the rainbow colored sunset. Tilting his head as he mulled over how to continue his thought, Shea tucked his arms behind his head.

Ah, whatever. He didn't want to dampen the mood now by asking a stupid question about why humans even bothered with such pointless things when they'd all die soon enough anyway—not when he finally got to see Ezra after who knew how long. There was nothing else that could brighten up his day like his favorite angel over here.

Letting out a lighthearted laugh, the lavender haired boy attempted to shift the mood. He hopped down from the bridge railing and fell into step behind his friend. Quickening the pace of his strides to get a head start for a little jump, he pulled Ezra into a gentle headlock of sorts from behind as he wrapped an arm around his shoulder and pulled him close, ❝ what do you want to carve? I've seen a lot of scary faces on the pumpkins sitting at doorsteps. Or we could try carving something like ghosts and cats or even dancing skeletons! ❞

[aeviterncl]

@eunciia​ * ✽ ❪ cont. from here┊☓ ❫ 

Was it really okay to let Ezra pay for this when he was the one who offered to take him out? Sure, he wasn’t the type who would have money, but today, he had really wanted to treat the angel to something. He had been lucky enough to find some loose change on the sidewalk and of course nobody would miss a ten dollar bill—not that he really knew who to give it back to either. 

❝ Are... you sure? I mean, I’m the one who offered, ❞ Shea hesitantly questioned him, his eyes brimming with disappointment at the thought of not being able to properly take care of his important person. Ezra was already tired and to have to deal with the cashier and social interaction on top of that was probably straining to handle. He, himself, had plenty of energy. Why couldn’t Ezra just humor him for this? Was it that bad of a thing to let him pay?

His hold on the other’s hands loosening, the messenger couldn’t help but let his smile fall. The phrasing was getting to him, as if his offer was hardly worth a thing. That sounds nice—but he didn’t look happy to hear it. Shea didn’t want to do anything for him if it wouldn’t result in a smile. Glancing into his eyes once more, the shorter boy realized something: Ezra was just that tired, too tired to convey any excitement like he could. 

With newly revived vigor, Shea tugged on Ezra’s arm, beginning to lead him to the drink shop he had spotted on their way here, ❝ I’ll make sure you get something before you collapse, okay. Just find a chair when we get there. It’s only a couple minutes from here on foot—you can make it that far, right? ❞

[aeviterncl]

@eunciia​ * ✽ ❪ cont. from here┊☓ ❫ 

Zerah hardly stole a glance at the girl sitting beside him, preferring to keep his gaze on the stars above. He was already aware of her true nature, but he didn’t want to bombard her with too many things at once. Not to mention, it wasn’t likely she’d take kindly to someone staring at her, especially with the stitching she had in places. While he hadn’t caught a good look at them, wounds like that would obviously be something she wouldn’t want someone to stare at. 

❝ It’s more like I’m used to being around folks like you, ❞ the witch replied honestly, ❝ and it’s part of my speciality to know the difference between someone dead and alive. I’m a necromancer, you see. Once you know the scent of decay, you can easily pick it out everywhere else. ❞

His words might be cold and maybe tactless, but he was trying to be informative and open—she was quite on guard with him if the shakiness in her voice was enough to go on. Plus, it wasn’t every day Zerah was able to freely talk about the dead and his studies. Most would run away the moment he shifted the topic to it. 

Instead of looking at the girl directly, the boy opted to glance at her hair instead, rolling onto his side towards her to get a better look. He propped his cheek on his palm as he took in her appearance more carefully. He did see the flower on the ground, but her hair contained plenty more of the same one he held in his grasp right now. He... had never seen a corpse with flowers blooming on them. This one was an odd one. She wasn’t malicious like the others he had encountered in the past. Then again, the very context of encountering her was entirely different from the other corpses he had to deal with.

❝ Though, I got to say you are the prettiest corpse I’ve seen in my lifetime—I’m more tempted to gaze at you instead of the stars, ❞ he added with a lighthearted chuckle, shifting his gaze away from her to the grass between them, ❝ do you still recall your name? I’d like to know what it is if you don’t mind sharing. ❞ 

[aeviterncl]

“You’re limping. What happened?” from Gracie to Zerah

MEME┊accepting.

Visits home were probably the most unpleasant things in the world. Seeing familiar buildings and structures never made him feel any better, especially when so many of the people he used to know and adore were no longer there to reunite with. There were no familiar faces from the schools he used to go to, no family members to visit, and honestly, it was depressing having to go back there when it mostly smelled of grass and dust mixed with iron and decay. And nothing was less welcoming than an ever-expanding graveyard that outnumbered the current living residents. It was a wonder how the place hadn't been abandoned yet by the few that remained.

But that was why the hillside view and ambiance was the perfect place to simply reset. It was the place that reminded him of the days when the town he grew up in wasn't so desolate and despondent. If he was lucky, he might run into a certain girl with flowers strewn about in her hair, but since it had been plenty of time since he last ran into her, the witch didn't have much hope at running into her. That also meant he didn't have to worry about passing off the limp he was stuck with while the patched up gash on his foot healed (stupid trash of a dying necromancer).

You’re limping. What happened?

Or maybe he couldn't. Hastily straightening out his leg and standing tall, Zerah bent his lower leg so that his injured foot would be hidden a little in shadow. Plastering his usual smile onto his face as his heart pounded loud in his ears, he greeted Gracie with the usual wave, not wanting her to press the issue further. If she learned what exactly he was doing to get that injury, she'd be fearful of him and he might not ever see her again. He didn't want to lose one of the few friends he had over something like that again. The revelation would likely scare her more than others considering her current condition.

❝ Ah, it's really nothing, just a scrape that'll heal in no time once I take a potion, ❞ he chuckled to lighten the mood and throw her off the line of inquiry. To direct her further away, the young witch reached out to lightly brush his fingers along her bangs, gently removing a flower from them that threatened to hide her pretty blue eyes away from him, ❝ you look as beautiful as the last time I saw you. ❞

Hopefully she didn't catch the lingering scent of blood he couldn't wash off completely.

❝ Sometimes I wonder if you're Cinderella in real life—then I could maybe try to ask you for a dance under the stars. ❞

[aeviterncl]

@eunciia​ * ✽

❝ I kissed I guy I thought was hot. ❞

[aeviterncl]

Connor wasn't even sure if Marcel would be home, but it was worth a shot to actually be able to give him, his Christmas present on Christmas. The raven had sent the other a text on his way over, but there hadn't been a response. He knocked on the door when he arrived, planning to just leave the gift on the door step if his boyfriend had previous plans and simply wasn't home. Connor had all the time in the world when it came to the Holidays, but that didn't mean that, that stood true for everyone

UNPROMPTED ┊always accepting.

The whole day had been busy from the moment he had woken up that morning. While the Brändle household was not the type to celebrate Christmas, they still had festivities underway. For once, the father was home, the cat stayed indoors, and both of the twins were actually around the house. It was a rare occurrence for everyone to be able to see each other like this, and there was only one reason why the brothers and their father would set aside such a day to ensure they celebrated and saw each other face-to-face. It was the twins’ birthday.

In all the eventfulness of setting up the childish birthday decorations around the house and working on preparing a feast, it was no wonder Marcel had not even had the time to read his texts or notice his boyfriend called at all. He had noticed the buzzing of the phone in his pocket but he really had no opportunity to check what messages were being sent to him. While he wanted to check right away, he wouldn’t be able to until the workload diminished.

Just as the wizard was about to finally take a break and check the messages, his ears picked up on the sound of knocking on the door. As he was the one free at the moment, Marcel made his way to the front door and opened it, surprised to see his boyfriend there standing at the entrance. He could not hide the stunned look on his face, but boy was he glad to see him. Maybe it was the turn of their relationship that made him feel it, but the overwhelming happiness sprouting in his chest was clear as day.

❝ I was going to call you after all the preparations were done, ❞ the wizard greeted Connor with a smile, ❝ you’re early but do you want to join us for dinner? ❞

It was then he noticed an item in the other male’s hand. Could that possibly be...? Well, it wouldn’t do any good to keep him waiting out here. Taking hold of Connor’s wrist, Marcel gently tugged him closer to lead him inside. Even if the package in his hand was meant more to be a birthday gift, Marcel was relieved he had also prepared something for Connor before he forgot Christmas was a thing.

Once Connor was safe inside and the door was shut behind him, the wizard led him over to the couch for him to sit. Leaving him for a moment, he went back to the bedroom he was supposed to share with Marie to grab the wrapped up gift he had gotten for him. Before long, he was back and sitting next to his boyfriend on the couch, eagerly holding out a wrapped box to him, ❝ I hope you like it. I wasn’t sure if you celebrated Christmas, but I got something just in case. ❞

[aeviterncl]

❝ you’re doing well. you’re just discouraged and tired. ❞ ( maudie to zerah, about their undead crushes )

MEME ┊accepting.

While he normally encountered people while working, he was more than glad to have an encounter with Maudie outside of his hours. After their little discussion over love and shared witch identities, Zerah was more than happy to consider her a good friend (although he had no idea if she felt the same). It was nice to have more people he could be openly honest with without having to explain exactly what magic was and all that.

Today seemed to be a chance encounter with her, and it somehow ended up with them heading over to a nice little café (as per his own insistence to get out of the cold) for a little chat. It was only after they had sat down with warm drinks in hand that the necromancer even realized he had been pretty down lately. Even without love problems, he was still feeling quite isolated and the presence of a single regular customer didn’t exactly fill the void.

Regardless, spending time with Maudie certainly helped him out. Even if they were just complaining about impossible romances, it was a shared experience they could bond over. As the smaller girl encouraged him with his romantic endeavors, he really hoped hers would work out. Heck, he wanted hers to work out because she had been so nice to him thus far, as much as she might have initially thought of his brews as bogus. 

Taking a sip of hot cocoa from his cup, he lifted his gaze and pulled himself out of his sullen thoughts, ❝ Really now? I didn’t even notice. I thought I basically killed it for being too desperate to hang onto the potential that is our relationship. I mean, I hadn’t really heard from her since I gave the gift. ❞ And then there was the issue of also possibly forming a crush on another person as well (god, he was so bad at this—just how easy was he?? Just a little bit of attachment and his imagination and wants skewed towards wanting intimacy). 

❝ But enough about me. How are things going with your love interest, hmm? Niko, was it? Any progress? ❞