✸ {EVIL'S HOUSE [Wiccan]

[nyctomancy]

aristotle // council member // with jem

"Don't stress yourself out," Aristotle advised kindly, as he clapped the kid on his shoulder. "If you burn through all your energy you won't be able to read, let alone advance." Glancing down at Jem with heavy eyes, the Council Member feigned a yawn, tired from a night of reading. He doubted he had slept more than a few hours last night, a fact that would surely displease Ophelia. Oh well, he would just deal with her when the time came.

orion // familiar // with bluebell

"Touche," came her familiar's quiet reply. Stretching out on his bed, the brunette laid back on his soft comforter, his face twisted into a soft smile as he watched Bluebell go on. "But really, it's my job to worry about you. Not the other way around." And oh, did Orion worry. Much of his day was spent fretting over her charge - looking out for Bluebell, keeping her safe. He was her familiar, and they were connected in a way that he would die before he let anything happen to her. Which was why his dreams were especially troubled. They were exploiting his worst fear, after all.

[deja vu]

Bluebell|Witch|Tags; Orion

"Yeah' well it's my job to worry about you." Bluebell glared at her familiar. She was upset that he wouldn't let her worry about him, although she was his partner, he was hers. She had he right to worry about him just as much as he had the right to worry about her. Even though she tried to be serious and annoyed at him she couldn't help the small delicate smile forming from her lips, spit was impossible for her to have a serious face mostly at someone she cared so much for. "So besides that, what should we do today, my whole schedule is clear. She said trying to change the topic. Entangling her fingers together she placed her hands in her lap as she waited for Orion to choose something for them to do, she didn't mind doing anything as long as it got her away from the dreary house they all lived in.

Fawn|Witch|Tags; open.

Sitting Indian style Fawn rested her head on the palms of her hands as she leaned forward, her elbows digging into the dark wooden floor that creaked in protest. In front of her was a small doll the size of her hand, it's unblinking marble eyes stared at her waiting for something. Sticking her tongue out at it Fawn felt annoyed with he thing and herself. She had been given the task to teleport an object even an inch and she had been trying to do so since yesterday at noon. All attempts were failures, Fawn couldn't concentrate long enough on the object miraculous moving thanks to her. Now with tired eyes she had pulled her hand away discontinuing all contact with the doll. Grumpy she looked back on all of the errors she made. The list was to long to remember. Tilting backwards she let herself fall onto her back with a thump as she gazed at the cracked ceiling above her. A long sigh slipped through her lips as she gave away to exhaustion, at least for a few minutes.

Aiden|Familiar|Tags; open.

Laying flat on his back in serenity, Aiden watched the blue sky above him. The grass tickled the pieces of his bare skin that were unable to be tucked away behind his clothing. He didn't mind for now but later on he would regret it, the grass always made his skin feel itchy but he could always have a witch make him a potion to heal the rash. His light blue eyes mirrored the equally blue sky and the fluffy white clouds that drifted across the atmospheres. Yawning, the beastly growl of his stomach disturbed the peaceful atmosphere by bringing reality down on him hard. Sitting up he scratched the back of his neck, he was already breaking out. Pulling his shirt back down and readjusting it he lifted himself up off of the ground. Giving one last longing look to the sky, he began to head back to the house to search for food.

[nyctomancy]

aristotle // council member // with jem

"Don't stress yourself out," Aristotle advised kindly, as he clapped the kid on his shoulder. "If you burn through all your energy you won't be able to read, let alone advance." Glancing down at Jem with heavy eyes, the Council Member feigned a yawn, tired from a night of reading. He doubted he had slept more than a few hours last night, a fact that would surely displease Ophelia. Oh well, he would just deal with her when the time came.

orion // familiar // with bluebell

"Well, if we are to follow the schedule of the past, then I will assume some semblance of mischief is involved," said the familiar, with a gentle smile upon his lips. Standing up abruptly, the brunette turned towards the large chest standing at the end of his bed. Rummaging through it for a few moments, the male pulled out a few articles of clothing - namely, a pressed white shirt and black slacks. He was still in his nightwear, which was rather embarrassing. "U-uh, can you turn around?" Orion squeaked, his cheeks colored pink as his nervous glanced found Bluebell. True, he was already in his boxers, so the only thing Orion would have to take off was his shirt, but he was uncomfortable nonetheless. Without waiting for her reply, Orion turned away, quickly pulling off his night shirt, before buttoning up the stiff, pressed longsleeves in it's place.

[coniglia]

Cherilyn ● Familiar ● Female ● Seventeen ● Tag(s)::Markus

Cherry wanted to be alone. She needed the feeling of seclusion, even with her fire abilities gone every once in awhile she felt an unmeasurable heat form under her skin. So many times she swore it was a force of habit but even then she didn't dare to test it out. Maybe this was the consequence of not having a partner? Huffing she searched for the kitchen to eat and clear her mind. Upon arriving her green eyes narrowed at the familiar black dyed hair of Markus. Planning to ignore him she walked by him but the enchanting smell of hot cocoa kept pulling her attention towards him. Moving around she opened every shelf and cabinet she could get her hands on in pursuit of the treasure but in the end she hung her head in defeat. Closing the most recent opened cabinet, stuffed full with breakfast supplies to she looked to Markus. Her hands were beginning to feel clammy, whether it was because the fire under neither her skin or the fright of talking to someone she didn't no, but it made her fingers slip from the knob when she loosened her grip. Um...Markus? Her voice wobbled as she tried to talk quietly. Clearing her throat she swallowed the bile clawing up her throat and in a hopeful attempt to get the boys attention. Where'd you get the uh...hot chocolate. She finally said, forcing the words out as if they were poison.

[B0N3D4D1]

★ Markus ★ Wizard ★ Tags: Open-Cherilyn★
Markus noticed the girl walking into the kitchen, figuring shed ignore him like most did though she seemed to be looking for something. The male titled his head slightly before taking another sip of his drink, trying to figure out what she was looking for. He didn't expect the question from the girl but answered it anyway, "Antony made it for me after I helped him to the kitchen, I'm sure there is more powder if you wanna make some." He suggested before taking another sip.

[coniglia]

Cherilyn ● Familiar ● Female ● Seventeen ● Tag(s)::Markus

Scratching her exposed arm, one of her many nervous ticks she forced a smile upon her pale lips. "Do you know where the powder is?" She was beginning to feel annoyed at herself for sounding so shy, so weak but it couldn't be help. She was weak and at the same time chaotic. Her hand seemed to move fast on her arm like it had a mind of its on. Cherry didn't even realize what she was doing not even when her arm started tossing and turn red with irritation. Her eyes never looked away from Markus's as she waited for the answer.

{I gave her one of my nervous ticks, seemed to suit her.≧◡≦ }

[B0N3D4D1]

★ Markus ★ Wizard ★ Tags: Cherilyn-Aiden★
Markus noticed how Cherilyn had stopped scratching herself after Aiden told her to stop. He also noticed how she seemed to be giving him silent signs about something? Markus merely sipped his hot chocolate while glancing between the two, "Do you two happen to know each other?" He asked after a bit of silence.
Please ignore this my phone messed up DX ))

[deja vu]

Bluebell|Witch|Tags; Orion

Bluebell did as Orion had asked but rolled her eyes. He should just stay in his pajamas. she thought to herself as she stared at the door and waited for him to change, her chin resting in the palm of her hands. Unlike her familiar she was gonna stay in her short silky nightgown. If she wanted to change she would've done so before coming to his room. Tapping her foot impatiently she waited for the okay until she could wait any longer. "Are you almost done?" she asked him.

Aiden|Familiar|Tags; Markus; Cherilyn

When Aiden reached the kitchen he expected to see...nothing. Not two people. Two socially awkward people which of course made him feel awkward. Noticing the red headed girl...Cherilyn was it? He remembered hearing about her two years ago. Actually everyone did when she almost burned down half of the main building, harming a few witches. Since then she had been under the radar...no longer the social butterfly she had once been. She had been talking to the boy with black hair, obviously dyed. Watching the two of them silently from the door way he noticed Cherilyn's intense scratching. Hoping to catch her attention he cleared his throat before tapping his arm where her's was beginning to swell with irritation. "Stop." He ordered out of forced habit. A familiar layer of gold covered his blue eyes as his powers scratched within him to be let out like before, but now the power wasn't his. Instead he wondered if Aristotle could feel the pull at the moment.

[livingvirus.exe]

Tags ; Fawn
Persian sighed, relaxed after a head-clearing walk. It was far better than sitting inside and doing absolutely nothing productive, but she just couldn't seem to get ahold of her powers, no matter what. And she didn't want them to go haywire and hurt someone on accident. Breath quickening at just the thought, she jogged inside, Wolf screeched in protect,having fully enjoyed being outdoors, but settled back down, feathers ruffled. Wandering a ways, Persian soon caught sight of Fawn. "Hello?" She asked, frowning. "Who're you?"

[deja vu]

Fawn|Witch|Tags; Persian.

A feminine voice caused Fawn to open her warm brown eyes as she looked at the girl backwards. "Huh?" she asked not hearing what the girl had said or asked, she had been dozing off, which although she'd have liked to do couldn't. Not when she had to practice harnesting her powers to move the doll in front of her. Sitting back up she lifted her back off of the ground so once more she was in her Indian style, her honey brown curls bounced on the back of her neck from the sudden movement. Twisting her body she put her palm on the floor and used it to keep her balanced as she looked at the girl with strikingly green eyes that seemed to capture Fawn's gaze but not fully, what caught Fawn's attention and mesmerized her was the owl on her shoulder. For a minute her mouth sat with her mouth ajar in amazement and wonder. But at last she had to bring herself back to earth. Shaking her head she resorted her thoughts before smiling at the girl politely. "I'm sorry," she said honestly, her head slightly cocked to the side, her cheek just barley brushing her shoulder where her curls rested. "I didn't hear you."