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[PM] Please don’t cry. I can handle everything but the crying, oh merciful, assorted gods of prior civilizations...

Sure, heading over right now. See you in a bit okay? Probably won’t stay too long, I’m feeling kind of off myself. Must be something going around.

[PM] Yes, I am warmed to hear this isn’t normal. I am not going to cry over this.

Can you? It doesn’t have to be long. Yeah, demon. Not fun. Blargh.

#c: fiona

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[PM] Uh--wait a second, did you just imply what I think you

I suppose so? I wouldn’t know what that’s like anymore than you do. I’ve never heard of this kind of thing happening before. That’s probably not very comforting.

Do you want me to come over? I know you had that case with the demon earlier this week, maybe it has something to do with that. I can check and make sure there aren’t any charms on your house or person.

[PM] I haven’t had meat in the past 48 hours? I am not going to make any penis jokes because it’s not funny. Is this is what a ‘normal’ human is like? Quiet? No one waving for their attention? Psychotic medication never caused this, I know- far too much information but you’re a wizard and I am fucking terrified.

#c: fiona #no worries fiona there are already plenty charms about your person wink wonk

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[PM] That’s...that’s not good. No, you’re not insane. Maybe it’s--has this ever happened before, not being able to see or hear the ghosts? Have you eaten or drank anything strange recently?

zekeharris answered your ask:[P Zeke, I… I think I need help.

[PM] I can’t hear the ghosts anymore, can’t see them. Have I been insane for the past- Oh I don’t know 20 years? I went to the cemeteries and going to the hospital. I broke two mugs just holding them.

#c: fiona #dr harris to the rescue

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[PM] Zeke, I... I think I need help.

[PM] What’s going on, Fiona? What do you want me to do?

#c: fiona #hellomadamfiona #cue worrying lots of worrying

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[pm] No idea, other than it tastes damn good.

Is she alright? I had wondered if the sleeplessness might have a more sinister cause. In this town, nightmares might be easy to come by, but they tend to be symptoms of...other problems.

[pm] Not from around here. That’s all. Why the obsession with turkey?

She was. Miles, another Scribe. He hasn’t been responding to Lupita since he went to talk to Declan. Think she said that was two days ago. Not sure what to think of it.

#c: bastian

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[pm] Something like that. Thanksgiving is fairly new in the scheme of holidays. Don’t worry about it.

Hurt Lupita? I thought she was trying to help him. Who disappeared? Why can nothing ever be simple.

[pm] Oh. Alright. Haven’t heard of Thanksgiving. Christmas, that’s something with polar bears on bottles? People go to parties?

Don’t know. Someone else told me he hurt her, and that someone that went to talk to him has vanished. Not literally. Probably not literally.

#c: bastian #zekes use to dealing with old beings so youre good bastian

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Thanksgiving and Christmas. Or Samhain and Yule, as I used to celebrate them. They are my ex-wife and daughter. Doesn’t matter. Never should have said anything.

[pm] What the hell? Why?

People keep mentioning a holiday. What is it? Who are they?

[pm] And apparently Declan destroyed your potion.

#c: bastian

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Are you sure? I don’t want to be a nuisance or anything and I don’t want pity I just but if you’re sure...that would be wonderful. I’ll uh, I’ll bring a pie or something, alright? Do you have any preference?

You’re spending it alo– right, because your ex-wife and daughter are– oh! Come eat with me! I’m not having an official Thanksgiving dinner, but company might be nice, right? I mean, if you want. You don’t have to! At all. You don’t have to at all. I know it’s not the same, and I’m not trying to insinuate th

#c: regan #when zeke and regan talk the strike throughs come out whoops pft

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Once in a while, he needed an excuse to come into town, see the sights, stock up on the essentials, and search for connections to his cases. Nothing was ever truly ‘closed’ for Zeke, not once it had piqued his interest.

Finding Avon Edinburgh hadn’t been too difficult. The hairs had been fresh and provided a strong connection to their owner--and somewhat reluctantly, Zeke had given her location to Izel. hoping that she would put it to wise use. In the mean time, he’d kept back a few of the hairs, anticipating a day where they might come in handy again. Habits were hard to kill and bloodlust wasn’t easily sated.

Thankfully, this business was of a gentler nature. He pushed in the door to Son of a Stitch, a long, worn jacket draped over one arm and bundle of clothes in the other. Sleeping draughts were some of the first potions any amateur learned to make, and a particular specialty of his. A small price to pay for the work that Lupita had offered. It was hard enough to find a good tailor, even more so to find one that could repair embroidered charms and wouldn’t raise an eyebrow at the strange fabric of his jacket.

Zeke dipped his head with a smile at the two women, making a half-hearted wave in return to the shop’s owner. “It’s good to meet you, Lupita.” He raises his chin towards the backroom in silent question. He had never been the subtle type of wizard, but there certainly was a time and place for all things--and he wasn’t sure that the middle of Tanya’s shop was the place for trading draughts and sharing fae secrets.

Needle & Thread | Lupita & Zeke

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Lupita almost forgot where she was when she woke up in the morning, she had half expected to be back in the cottage but remembered she didn’t live there anymore. She had nudged Chico awake, went for a run, came back, fed him, showered and got ready for class. By 2 pm she was in Son of a Stitch, Tanya had given her a colorful apron with pockets to put in scissors and tape yarn. The registered was explained in great detail such as “We open with 200 dollars, count twice and you should be fine but most modern people use cards” and “Stare anyone down that offers to pay with checks.”

Stock and refills would be explained later as Tanya admitted she liked doing those things mostly herself. The store was mostly quiet as Tanya went on sewing in the back fixing items that needed mending. Lupita’s mind wasn’t really focused as she sat by the register with a college book on her lap as she knitted. To be quite honest this was the kind of job someone liked her would excel in, she was allowed to craft and sit quietly. It was a welcome change and she had no plans on hurrying herself back home. Tanya tended to like bodies in the shop to allow her to work on other things such as classes or small jobs she did on the side. She was selective on her staff and so far Lupita had proven herself a good hire because she wasn’t talking about nervously trying to find out every single detail

The bell rang announcing the arrival of a patron. Lupita looked up, her hair done in a side swept fishtail braid and she put her knitting needles down. Tanya got up from her machine to stand there with her hands on her hips in seeing Zeke, “Oh, it’s you” her voice almost monotone although her face expressed a small hint of a smile. “Lupita, this is Zeke, he might a pain in the arse but please do attempt to sound pleasant when helping him for gods know I never do” Tanya said waving her hand as if dismissing the man. Lupita offered a small, polite smile as she looked up at him to straighten her posture. “How may I help you today, sir?” her said and her voice carried a light Mexican accent as she spoke which was hard to dismiss.

#c: lupita #para

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Not looking forward to spending the holidays alone. I miss them both so damn much, what am I supposed to do with myself?

#touchofstarter

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He tried to name which of the deadly seven might apply, and when he failed he decided to append an eighth, regret.

Charles Frazier, Cold Mountain (via santi-days)

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Madam Fiona, I’ve got this awful specter rattling around in my chimney, you wouldn’t mind coming over and taking a look see, would you? I’d really appreciate a professional opinion.

Hey kittens, we’ll be taking a few calls tonight to make up for any lack of calls for last Thursday and it will be streaming live. So any questions over ghosts you may have please remember to call! Happy weekend!

#c: fiona

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Hiatus

On a brief hiatus this weekend while I attend some craft shows and teaching events. Thanks for yalls patience! Brb soon.

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Name: Zachary ‘Zeke’ Harris Species: Human (Warlock) Occupation: Supplier & Liaison  Age: 36 Years Old Played By: Sabs Face Claim: Michiel Huisman

“Don’t make blood oaths with beautiful women.”

Born in Ashkent Creek to a young witch and her lover, Zeke spent most of his childhood feeling out of place, and the more he grew, the more distinct the feeling became. His mother was a rebellious woman and the talk of her small town for running off with her high school sweetheart, Jack Quincy. At sixteen she gave birth to Zachary Harris, ushered into the world on Valentine’s Day. Neither of his parents were ready to take care of a child and predictably, the two drifted apart, leaving their child in the care of his grandparents–who didn’t possess a smidgen of magic between them. 

What they lacked in the way of arcane knowledge, they made up for love and caring. Zeke worked closely with his grandparents on the family farm and helped his grandfather, a trail guide, operate a hunting outfit in the nearby mountains. Once every few years, he would visit his mother in New Orleans, where she ran a shop and told unerring accurate fortunes to the poor tourists foolish enough to step inside her doors. He straddled these two worlds, at once entranced by magic and all it promised, but unwilling to leave behind the idyllic, peaceful life in Ashkent Creek to pursue anything serious.

At eighteen, the death of his grandparents, one from cancer and the other from heartbreak only a few months later, shattered the peacefulness of the farm. Zeke soon began efforts to expand his knowledge, and as time passed, started to travel and involve himself more in the magical community, neglecting the farm. In his early twenties, Zeke found himself deeply entwined with the Aos Sí, with all of its accompanying joys and terrors. One of which is a daughter, born to a Fae woman who had been both his lover and teacher. Arnve was as clever as they came, and under her guidance, Zeke became accomplished in a range of different magicks–some unique only to her kind.

Nothing comes without a price, though. Etain’s birth had been no accident, just another way to bind the young wizard to her side. He had already given her his blood oath and his true name, but even that was not enough to tie Zeke to her forever.

Homesick, worn and tired to the bone after years of trying to eek out a life among the Aos Sí, he wanted to go back home–and to take Etain with him, but her mother refused. Helpless against the combined strength of her family, Zeke returned to Ashkent Creek. But he didn’t come back entirely empty-handed. Using his experience and the contacts he’d gathered through his years of travel and living among the Aos Sí, the wizard built his own business, acting as supplier and liaison for various supernatural groups.

Collector of secrets, jack of all trades and determined master of several, Zeke is a clever man and will doggedly pursue problems until he solves them. He doesn’t believe in ultimatums, or absolutes. Magic exists to change things, for the better, and he strives to do so.

Character Facts:

Personality: Clever, caring, gruff, determined, bitter.

He’s deathly allergic to strawberries.

Zeke stands nearly seven feet tall, and has to bend his head to fit under most doorways.

His abilities manifested at eleven when his spelling test caught on fire. 

Skills & Abilities:

Most of Zeke’s magic is physical rather than mental. He’s able to control the elements to varying degrees and makes a mean potion, but he’d be utterly inept at mind control or telepathy.

Has a fine hand for potion making, through trial and error, with the help of characters both benevolent and unsavory, he’s become quite the encyclopedia of draughts, elixirs, and all other manner of brewed magic. 

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Would you pick your lover over your friends?

Love fades and friendship stays.

#says the bitter divorcee #touchofanon #Anonymous

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[PM] Sounds good. And that isn’t a problem at all. All magic needs a source and sexual energy is a hell of a kick.  How about you come find out for yourself?

#c: fiona #zeke cant even flirt without spouting off magical lore and knowledge

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What do you look for in a friend?

I’d like to say that I look for compassionate, worldly people, but in the end, its mostly people who are willing to tolerate me.

#touchofanon #Anonymous