"well, We Can't Disappoint The Fates Now Can We?" He Laughed As His Lips Pulled Into A Wide Smile. Almost

"well, we can't disappoint the fates now can we?" he laughed as his lips pulled into a wide smile. almost as if he was proud of what he said next. "you know, funny thing about witches. they didn't mind me threatening a plague of snakes on them if they didn't leave me alone but the second i threatened-- well, offered really-- to fuck all of their husbands for them suddenly i am worse than a devil itself. they tried to cut me head off and encase me in silver as if i were some macabre statue." the fact he was laughing as he explained most of what he was hiding from gave a bit of a glimpse into the gorgon's mind. "really? poor choice of words wolf, i am a living curse, but i appreciate your concern. it almost makes you even more charming than usual."

"so that's the angle you're playing here?" eoghan questioned with a cocked brow and an amused grin. "a man finally chasing his dreams of being a musician? you're going to break many hearts here... and i can't wait to watch. you certainly have the talent for it." whether he was implying that wolfram had the talent for music or the talent for breaking hearts was left up to self interpretation; he could have also meant both.

"for you? i have all the time in the world. it's been too long since i've seen you last wolf. let's save the pleasantries for people that need them and skip to the good part. we can always drink together after we're done."

Wolf returns the hug, patting the other in the back. He knew Alexandria was a town full of supernatural folks, but didn't expect he'd run into his old friend. (Note to self, past enemies could also be here.) And Eoghan is one of the few he can actually call a friend. They fucked, hung out together and the man hasn't tried to kill him yet so that counts as a good friend to Wolf. Beside, they share the kindled interest of seducing men for sport.

"Obviously, the fates wanted us here so we can fuck some sense into them." He cackles. "Funny coincidence, been here for a month or so myself. Hope you didn't get cursed or got your cute little ass burnt." Laying low sounds very familiar but Wolf is far too shady to admit that directly. "Well, I've decided to pursue my old dream of being a musician." He plays a quick lick on his fiddle, before giving a dramatic bow. "And please, there's always a plenty of homes to wreck. No one's safe."

He starts packing away the violin and looks up. "So, you busy right now? I ain't got a place to be so we could go for a drink or skip the pleasantries and get down to fuckeries. Like old times?"

"you're in luck, then. this is hardly my favorite spot, though you are making the view here worthwhile." the gorgon shamelessly flirted behind a crooked, almost dangerous smile. "i feel it's safe to wager this isn't your favorite spot either, though. you look lost," eoghan explained plainly. "which, if that's the case, you're in a safe place to be. alexandria seems to be a haven for the lost." that was why he was here, after all.

"you could pray to me, if you'd like." eoghan mused, glint in his eyes, as he moved to take a seat next to the stranger. "i would actually listen whereas the so called gods would only comfort you with their infamous silence." he knew they existed-- the gods-- but as far as eoghan was concerned they were nothing more than glorified beasts like the rest of them; petulant, spoiled brats that only cared for themselves and their own whims than the people they were meant to protect; to lead. no. the gods were hardly worth the time or attention.

"well, i'd only listen because you're handsome so maybe i'm no better than they are but don't tell them i said that, if you do choose to pray. i'd prefer they still think i consider myself better." he teased.

"if you don't mind me asking-- how long has it been since you died?"

Leon would never claim to be one of the great thinkers of the modern world. His brain ran too fast to ever linger on a concept for longer than a few idle moments before the next distraction presented itself. Hell, he rarely even stayed put for longer than a few minutes before he was looking for the next source of amusement or entertainment, so the fact he'd been planted where he was for the better part of twenty minutes spoke volumes.

"Well you're hardly being a bother, was just worried I'd parked my ass in somebodies favourite spot." Or, y'know, those that defied death weren't too welcome on hallowed ground. Had he defied dea- He's pretty sure he saw a light at one point in the process and then his ass had been dragged back. The semantics of his new half-life were still beyond him, so he settled for old reliable.

"To who, exactly? You'd think dying would make you more inclined but now there's Pantheons of bullshit to wade through." Not that he was inclined to pray to anybody. Nah, he'd mostly just been looking for somewhere quiet to think without the endless external distractions. Internal... Much harder to avoid.

the fates had a funny way of making people cross paths; like children playing with their favorite toys, putting them wherever they liked or in strange situations without any regard to sense or logic. they certainly seemed to enjoy playing with caidence. why else, after all this time, would he find himself in some idyllic, quaint little town-- the same idyllic, quaint little town that rictor had set up shop in; and no, that wasn't a play on words. the man had quite literally set up shop here in alexandria.

at first caidence didn't believe the whispers he heard. their relationship, if you could even call it that, had always been complicated at best. there was a closeness between them that allowed for... heated exchanges and moments stolen away together. they even, on occasion, worked with each other and for each other but there was never a discussion of what that could possibly mean for them. caidence didn't need it to mean anything, but part of him still felt hurt that the man didn't even bother to call him and let him know he had a shop now. what, were the harpies stolen trinket's not good enough for him to sell?

waltzing into the man's shop, caidence half expected it to be someone else with the same name-- he wouldn't put it past the fates, they really did have a sick sense of humor-- but much to his surprise the voice that greeted him as the bell annoyingly announced his presence was all too familiar. it really was him.

following after it, caidence approached the man as he worked but there was no grand reintroduction between the two of them. in fact, as rictor looked up at him it seemed as if the man didn't even recognize him; though that easily could have been the fault of those ridiculous glasses he was wearing. "yes, ahem. good day sir," caidence spoke, purposefully lowering his voice to try and disguise himself as he spoke. "i set up an appointment with you about a week ago. richard swallower? i had an old family heirloom i was hoping you could appraise for me..."

@unveiledvagabonds; for caidence to drop by rictor's store with a gift.

rictor was at his desk in the shop, loupe attached to his glasses. the witch was currently working on restoring an antique, being extremely meticulous and delicate with the object. it was a miniature sculpture that was at least a couple hundred years old. brush in hand, he was dabbing a little bit of plaster on a thin crack to cover it up. rictor adjusted the desklight shining down on it to check if he'd missed a spot. it was then when he heard the shopkeeper's bell ring, signalling a potential customer. "give me a moment! i'll be right with you." he called out as he tilted the sculpture around to catch the light.

satisfied that the crack had been covered, the witch placed the brush down on the wooden table, which in and of itself was also an antique. "now what can i do you for?" he asked, looking up from his work; not realising he still had his loupe on, and as such failed to immediately recognise the man before him due to his magnified and distorted vision.

"he was nice. it was... nice." while he wasn't lying, the man was easy to talk too and even easier on the eyes, the night didn't exactly go off without a hitch. dinner was incredible. they spent a few hours over a nice meal getting to know each other and laughing as they shared embarrassing memories and experiences. the drinks that followed were even better. even though keagan knew how to play darts, he didn't stop the man from holding around him so he could show keagan the best stance to use while playing. they flirted and bantered for what felt like hours until the other finally made the offer to take keagan home.

"he was super sweet, and easy to talk too. we had a blast, really, we did leofwyn-- you haven't lost your mojo." the lie lingered for a minute or two in silence, as if keagan was trying to make himself believe it only for the witch to let out a sigh and crack.

"okay, i still don't think you've lost your mojo-- this one was almost perfect-- but once we got back to my place? he kept calling me his ex's name and was concerned more with getting himself off than making it pleasurable for the both of us." but that wasn't leofwyn's fault. "when he left this morning he said he'd love to take me out again when i'm less distracted, which was hilarious." in his defense, keagan had spent most of the night telling stories about leofwyn; about his best friend and how much he loves spending time with him, and how he genuinely just can't imagine doing things without him around because even just having him to talk to makes things feel easier for the witch. "i don't know. i just... i think we were a good match on paper but not in person. maybe it was just a bad time for the both of us, which has nothing to do with you. we messed it up, not you."

keagan was trying to be nice.

@unveiledvagabonds; for leofwyn to interrogate keagan over lunch at a café.

"now come on, tell me. how did the date last night go?" he'd been trying to set his friend up for what felt like years now, on and off. it didn't matter that he was completely and utterly smitten, head over heels for the other. leofwyn had a job to do and he was going to do it to he best of his ability. though he was starting to wonder if he was too close to keagan for his magic to work properly... or if his own feelings for the witch was messing up his matches, unintentionally or otherwise.

it wouldn't be the first time in his life that the couples the cupid had brought together parted ways. contrary to popular belief, love wasn't eternal; and sometimes it fell apart. it occasionally had him a little weary, dejected by the outcome of it all, but he's seen how love could change people, heal their broken bones and hearts, make them joyful — he still believed in its power and it's kept him going all these years. leofwyn took a sip of his spiked coffee. it was midday, he was allowed. besides he knew he couldn't be sober for this. "couldn't be that bad right? it'd be pretty embarrassing if i'd lost all my mojo."

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