(I just met Chaos but I love him already)
𝚁𝚊𝚢𝚕𝚊𝚗 𝙵𝚘𝚛𝚍
❊ Wizard ❊ Doorstep, Guardian’s Home ❊ No one ❊
Raylan flipped over some of the wrinkled papers, reading them over and over to soak in as much information as he could. Placing a few on his desk, he folded and clipped some on his clipboard with a few plastic pins. Raylan take a step back looking at his wall full of strings, pins, and scattered newspapers and posts all relating to some form of supernatural. The wizard didn’t feel all that pleasant recently, activating his peculiar seer ability more often he should. There was a cold prick on the back of his neck, just something isn’t right.
He swiftly picks up the papers on his desk again, along with a small basket of fruits as blue butterflies flutter after him. One lands behind his left ear, hiding and snuggling itself behind Raylan’s smooth hair. He quickly moves down, glancing to doorway connecting the kitchen, seeing another person but move away, more distracted in his thoughts of hopefully finding more wizards or witches to protect. If anything he wants to save others from the fate of his parents, now only having Eawyn left; Close to her despite the gap formed from their childhood. Upon stepping out, he takes a soft inhale of the cold air and feigned calmness, keeping a tucked frown to avoid attention in public. Stepping out of the porch and heading towards the house close by, the guardians’ house. The butterflies left him, retreating back to comfort of magic in the wizard’s household. Raylan knocked on the waxy door.
Ⱥąɾօ འҽҽժ
⥉ Assassin Leader ⥉ Counter, Voodoo ⥉ No one ⥉
He yawned, somewhat tired as he ties a quick knot with the apron’s strands behind his back. Aaro woke up much earlier, unable to sleep and wanting to continue his progress. The copy of the almanac was difficult to use, despite giving the names of the guardians and witches, because of the lack of surnames. He sighed, it’s still a step to success and his father would advised him to stay patient to find the ripe opportunity. Besides, Aaro plans to head to the city files to score through some of the locals’ files along with perhaps Jeremiah or Rosa, whichever is up for the task. Maybe Cameron too if he’s around.
With a flick of his wrist, he gently takes out the croissants he placed in oven and places the warm tray on the counter. Using the oven mitts, Aaro swiftly take one and bit into the tip; Panting slightly from the sudden burn on his tongue.