[whatever! long black hair makes an appearance first, swishing in front of the glass and hanging from the top of his window, then her face when she drops lower to flash a giant smile. her little fangs glisten. why is she upside down? she whispers a very enthusiastic:]
Hello!
[better make space because she's swinging right in. no sound when her feet hit the floor, patting down her skirt to straighten it out.]
[ There's no scream, just the smallest startled grunt at the realization that all that darkness is hair, which gives way to the unnerving shape of her smile, which gives way to her swinging right into his room like — like what? He has nothing to compare her to, really. When he climbs in through Teddie's window he does so upwards, not upside down.
Which is totally normal of him to do, why are you looking at him like that, stahp.
After the window is closed — not all the way, since she's here now, but he doesn't want all the cold to get in at once — Dom speaks barely above a whisper himself. ]
I'm good? I guess. Well, no, I'm really fucking confused, actually. [ Semi-sarcastically, ] You?
[her eyes narrow when she looks up at him, lips pursing. then she brightens, playing tip-toe around his room. picking up a stray shirt to fold over a chair, looking over his bookshelf, poking at whatever might be on his desk.]
I am very well, thank you. Would you .... [in a flash, suddenly plopped down in the center of dom's bed,] like to play a game?
[she interprets dom's expression as being shy, perhaps, instead of being fearful. she can hear his heartbeat - a steady pace that jumps every time she does something new. is it picking up? his reluctance disappoints her and she looks so girlish - so human - as she threads her fingers together in her lap.]
No? But you have already let me in.
[sigh.]
There are board games here, yes? Or we can play a word game. Those are not as fun. Or...[pause. she loves a good pause.] A magick game!
[ See, here is where Dom really wishes there was a heartbeat for him to spy on. At least he'd be able to tell how much of her is an act, how much of it is pure … whatever it is, and how long it'll last before those fangs are on her mind as much as they are on his. ]
Okay… [ Syllables split to emphasize his tone, he moves away from the desk and toward the bed. ] What's the magick game, then? I'm guessing you don't mean the cards.
[oh she's got him on a hook. maybe. hard to tell what she's got when he's being so squirrely. patting a spot beside her because why is he keeping her distance? surely not because he knows she'd like to take a bit bite out of that nice jugular.]
There are many! Witches play games [but they were tests or spells that she'd like to watch] for fun.
[not for fun.]
Catching a spirit in a bottle. Have you ever done it? It is a chasing game.
[girl.]
Edited (idk wording it is 2am ) 2025-03-14 06:02 (UTC)
[ Dom opens his mouth to say something sassy about how the last time his coven played 'games' he ended up with a cursed sigil on his hip, then quickly decides to close it instead. One less dumb thing has been released into the world. ]
No? But I don't really deal with spirits.
[ He barely deals with anything. Noob. A noob who believes her. ]
What? [exaggerated around a breathless laugh, delicate but unable to be stifled.] A witch that has not dealt with spirits?
[he's not sitting next to her, how can she make him more comfortable? maybe if she pats the bed more urgently. hurry up little witch, she's saying.]
You make a board, or - do your mothers object to spirit boards? No matter, you get a board and summon the spirit. Then you trick it into release and hunt it down. I will watch and make sure you do not die. Surely you are skilled enough to summon?
[ Dom stares at her hand on the bed, nostrils slightly flared, the look of nervousness of a boy being invited to sit next to a girl… on a bed. But she's not a girl — she's more than that in some ways, less in others, such as the absence of a heart beat that leaves him blind to the truthfulness behind anything she says. ]
I'm… yeah, of course I'm skilled enough. [ Speaking of: this is a lie. He always needs help. And he finally sits, body language stiff but trying to hide it. Quick, look at how cool he is. ] But that's not the type of stuff you just do for a game.
[boys like praise, especially ones like him. but he smells nervous and his heart is all a-flutter. her hand finds itself on his back briefly, like she's trying to show some camaraderie. the tiny smile she gives him is one of approval.]
No? Well...what is that modern game you play...Stacking cubes? Except with us, we do not touch them. How about that?
[ He is weak to praise sometimes, from the right people. He's also weak to the near-comforting touch on his back, head turned like he's going to look over his shoulder before he changes his mind, eyes on her instead. Teddie would probably be teasing him right now, his way of encouraging Dom to flirt with other people. ]
[squinting at him. resisting the urge to - no, she can't, she has to reach up and squeeze his cheeks between her thumb and forefinger like a toy. let her see those teeth!
they're normal. but when she releases his soft skin she keeps her hands there on his face to feel his warmth. a bit hypnotizing, staring into his nice brown eyes.]
[ He's about to issue a hey and try to lean away, but Coyo is done pinching and inspecting by the time he gathers that thought, left staring back at her as it slips from his mind. (Did he just gulp?) ]
The…? [ Yes, Dom, the telekinesis. ] Yeah? If I focus. And the … cubes aren't too big, or whatever.
[ He can pretend that moment never happened — namely the shiver felt under her fingers — thoughts skipping right over to her demand instead. Dom frowns, clears his throat and looks around the room, palms on his thighs. Where would he get a bunch of cubes...? ]
My moms have a bunch of dice somewhere, I think.
[ And there's another piece of magic he can (try to) use to find them sooner rather than later, acting like he's on a confusing side-quest for the next couple of minutes, sneaking around his own house while Coyo is left in his room unattended. This is him hoping she won't steal and jump out the window (what is there to steal?), or worse — sneak around, too, and get caught by two Overly Protective witches. He'll be back with the best he could do: an unimpressive four dice of the same color. The door is very softly closed behind him. ]
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Uh that's super creepy but OK
Be serious what is it
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[scratchy-taps on his window with no hand in sight...]
i wanted to say hello. can i say hello?
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Hint: it doesn't work, the perfumes just give me a headache instead
[ but who was
phonescratchy-tap!! ]......
Are my moms gonna kill me for letting u in?
i am very serious at rping
[knock knock knock on the rooftop, equivalent to gnawing on the bars of an enclosure.]
no no no.
possibly! if i overstay my welcome. your mothers are very strict you know. they remind me of the mothers that tried to raise me.
the seriousest
They're not that strict they're just protective
That includes being protective of the house so stop knocking everywhere before they hear u
[ Why is she a walking horror movie jeez— ]
OK
I'm gonna open the window
Don't scare me because they're def hear that
Got it?
[ here he goes..., ]
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[whatever! long black hair makes an appearance first, swishing in front of the glass and hanging from the top of his window, then her face when she drops lower to flash a giant smile. her little fangs glisten. why is she upside down? she whispers a very enthusiastic:]
Hello!
[better make space because she's swinging right in. no sound when her feet hit the floor, patting down her skirt to straighten it out.]
How are you tonight, Dom?
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Which is totally normal of him to do, why are you looking at him like that, stahp.
After the window is closed — not all the way, since she's here now, but he doesn't want all the cold to get in at once — Dom speaks barely above a whisper himself. ]
I'm good? I guess. Well, no, I'm really fucking confused, actually. [ Semi-sarcastically, ] You?
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[her eyes narrow when she looks up at him, lips pursing. then she brightens, playing tip-toe around his room. picking up a stray shirt to fold over a chair, looking over his bookshelf, poking at whatever might be on his desk.]
I am very well, thank you. Would you .... [in a flash, suddenly plopped down in the center of dom's bed,] like to play a game?
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And his expression falls flat. One more check on the horror movie argument. Arms crossed, he puts on his best I'm Not Worried, You're Worried front. ]
Probably not. What's the game?
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No? But you have already let me in.
[sigh.]
There are board games here, yes? Or we can play a word game. Those are not as fun. Or...[pause. she loves a good pause.] A magick game!
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Okay… [ Syllables split to emphasize his tone, he moves away from the desk and toward the bed. ] What's the magick game, then? I'm guessing you don't mean the cards.
[ Unless she's secretly a nerd. ]
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There are many! Witches play games [but they were tests or spells that she'd like to watch] for fun.
[not for fun.]
Catching a spirit in a bottle. Have you ever done it? It is a chasing game.
[girl.]
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No? But I don't really deal with spirits.
[ He barely deals with anything. Noob. A noob who believes her. ]
What're you supposed to do for that?
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[he's not sitting next to her, how can she make him more comfortable? maybe if she pats the bed more urgently. hurry up little witch, she's saying.]
You make a board, or - do your mothers object to spirit boards? No matter, you get a board and summon the spirit. Then you trick it into release and hunt it down. I will watch and make sure you do not die. Surely you are skilled enough to summon?
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I'm… yeah, of course I'm skilled enough. [ Speaking of: this is a lie. He always needs help. And he finally sits, body language stiff but trying to hide it. Quick, look at how cool he is. ] But that's not the type of stuff you just do for a game.
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[boys like praise, especially ones like him. but he smells nervous and his heart is all a-flutter. her hand finds itself on his back briefly, like she's trying to show some camaraderie. the tiny smile she gives him is one of approval.]
No? Well...what is that modern game you play...Stacking cubes? Except with us, we do not touch them. How about that?
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You're talking about telekinesis, right?
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they're normal. but when she releases his soft skin she keeps her hands there on his face to feel his warmth. a bit hypnotizing, staring into his nice brown eyes.]
Is that something you can muster?
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The…? [ Yes, Dom, the telekinesis. ] Yeah? If I focus. And the … cubes aren't too big, or whatever.
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oops. hands to herself policy here, back in her lap.]
Go fetch them, then we can have a proper slumber party.
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My moms have a bunch of dice somewhere, I think.
[ And there's another piece of magic he can (try to) use to find them sooner rather than later, acting like he's on a confusing side-quest for the next couple of minutes, sneaking around his own house while Coyo is left in his room unattended. This is him hoping she won't steal and jump out the window (what is there to steal?), or worse — sneak around, too, and get caught by two Overly Protective witches. He'll be back with the best he could do: an unimpressive four dice of the same color. The door is very softly closed behind him. ]