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Cassio De la Vega
 Posted: Mar 24 2018, 12:50 AM
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Truth be told, Cassio did not always go looking for trouble. Yes, sometimes he liked to play the role of vigilante and help those that needed it it most, but tonight he had been minding his own business when trouble had found him.

After spending several frustrating hours trying to unlock the secret of the artifact he had discovered during his last expedition, he had decided to go for a walk, needing to get out of his constricting apartment for a breath of fresh air. Although a part of him did enjoy being home, he found the four walls suffocating and he tried to spend as little time as possible inside. Sometimes, if he could get away with it, he would climb onto the roof and spend the night out there. He hated how the city lights polluted the night sky, but at least he could always see the moonlight. That, at least, was the same.

So when he had felt that usual itch of needing to get out (and when his studies had reached the point of a standstill), he simply threw on a jacket and walked down the street without a clear destination in mind. The crisp night air always did him some good but the noise of the street and the stench of the city bothered him. He didn’t know how anyone ever rested living here. He slept better on a patch of dirt in the middle of a jungle than he did in his own apartment. Then again, perhaps he was in the minority on that score.

Regardless of how everyone else felt, Cassio knew that he needed to get out for a bit. But several blocks away from his apartment, he caught sight of something out of the ordinary. Or rather, he heard something that set his teeth on edge.

It was a woman screaming.

Now, he did not live in a particularly fancy part of town. Since he did not actually reside within the city itself for long periods of time, he could not justify spending an ungodly amount of money to live in luxury for the little time that he did spend here. Instead, he lived in a part of town that resided uneasily on the edge of rough and respectable; meaning that sometimes he witnessed some of the darker elements of life happening just outside his door. But he was not the kind of man to stand aside and allow terrible things to happen to innocent people. As long as there was breath in his body, he could do something. And dammit, he was absolutely going to do something right now.

That was how he found himself tackling a man in a dark and dingy alleyway a few moments later. He had managed to move quickly enough to surprise the attacker and throw off his center of balance, allowing his would-be victim to pull herself back to her feet. “Go!” He shouted as he struggled to keep his grip on the struggling man. “Get out of here!” Thankfully, the woman did not need to be told again. She turned around and ran towards the street, shouting for help. Once she was out of his line of sight though, Cassio could only focus on his current concern of keeping the man from escaping his grip and pursing her once more. He hoped that she could get herself someplace safe while he handled the rest.

In the minutes that followed, he grappled with the man, straining to keep him from bolting while simultaneously trying to keep himself safe. In the heat of the moment, he wasn’t overly concerned when he saw the knife or when he felt its sting against his flesh. All he really cared about was whether or not he had given the woman enough time to get away and how he was going to restrain the man long enough to call someone to haul his crazy ass away. However, it seemed that luck was not totally on his side on that score. The man threw himself at him one last time, dragging his blade up and across his chest before shoving him back against the alley wall with all his force. The strength of the man's push forced him to stumble over a box, breaking their stalemate just long enough for the man to act. The moment Cassio lost his balance, the man turned heel and ran, shouting back obscenities as he did.

Cassio jumped to his feet, grunting with pain but sprinted after the man to ensure that the woman had escaped and he wasn't going for a second attempt. He looked in the direction that the woman had run, relieved to see that she had disappeared. Good, she was safe. And if that asshole had any brains at all, he would at least not pull anything like that again tonight. Cassio would have preferred locking him away for his attempted crimes, but he had at least saved someone from a terrible fate tonight.

It was then that he started to take stock of his injuries. Glancing down at his shirt, he spotted several dark patches along the front of his chest and his left side. Tentatively, he touched the one hand along his chest and winced, realizing for the first time that he might have taken on more damage than he thought. “Dammit...”

Cassio moved down the street, intending to get back to his apartment or call Callista to come save his ass from bleeding out on the street, but as soon as the adrenaline left his system, he felt himself growing weak. He made it down the block before he started to slow and down another two before he had to take a rest and lean against a wall for support. He gripped his side painfully, pulling his hand back and wincing when he saw it covered in blood. “Shit…” Could he make it back home? He hadn’t thought to bring his phone with him and he couldn’t imagine that if he tried to knock on someone’s door that he would get a helpful response. And understandably so; he probably looked like a nightmare.

Cassio started slump, his teeth gritting as the pain set in. Damn, he was not quite sure what he was going to do about this one, but he had been worst scrapes then this. He’d figure a way out; he just hoped that his luck hadn’t run out quite yet.



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Barclay Bishop
 Posted: Mar 26 2018, 02:56 PM
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Barclay generally spent her evenings in. She wasn’t a huge fan of going on and having a drink. Sitting at the bar by herself wasn’t exactly appealing either. She was a social butterfly, but in the comfort of her own home and shop. She had made a friend recently in a sweet brunette by the name of Victoria, but she hadn’t yet given her a call to hangout. Maybe she should do that soon. Hopefully she hadn’t felt like she didn’t want her friendship. She did, she really did. She just felt awkward calling people. She would do that tomorrow. Tonight though, she would just have a peaceful evening with her fur babies, Netflix, and a cup of tea.

Her shop was closed up tight below her and she was curled up comfy and cozy on her couch. She was just lazily clicking through the titles with a blanket pulling tightly around her tall slim form with cats scattered around her. There was Bramble, the ever playful kitten who was growing like a weed with every passing day. The little weirdo was stretched out on his back long the back of the couch. His fuzzy belly was tempting to just reach up and tickle, but he would likely grumble in annoyance. Curled up in the bend of her legs was the large Maine Coon, Thistle. The rather independent kitty was quite snuggly this evening. She generally tolerated being handled and loved on by the ginger witch, but other than some pets and ear scratches she liked to keep her distance and survey the room. Pressed up against her chest and purring for attention was Ivy. The fluffy ragdoll cat begged for attention and almost never left Clay’s side, especially if there was cuddles involved. So she mindlessly stroked the loving cats belly as she purred happily for the attention.

She was used to the sounds of the city at night. The sirens and beeping of busy nighttime travelers usually rang through the air. She didn’t live in the worst part of the city, (Trent had made sure of that) but she didn’t live anywhere fancy. It was just a safe little city block. Bad things could happen anywhere though and she firmly believed it. Her brother had proved that to her time and time again after hearing the things he had done or seen. She did like her peace and quiet though. This was something she absorbed when she could.

As some point she settled on a foreign film and rested her head on the arm of the couch before falling asleep shortly after. She woke suddenly when she heard screaming down the street. She jumped out of her light slumber, frightening the three furballs around her. She reached for the remote that had fallen on the floor and paused the movie that was still going on to listen further. A couple of other screams echoed down the street because there was silence again. She tossed her blanket from her and hurried to the window in her kitchen so see what was going on. A few moments later, a woman went running by. Her eyes widened a bit in worry. Was she being attacked? Did she need help? She hurried to the door leading down to her little shop and tossed it open before hurrying down. She paused half way down the stairs before turning back around to close the door. She didn’t need any escapees. She hurried down the stairs and through her store in her silky night gown.

She opened the blinds slightly and peered down the street. The girl was already gone hopefully she would find the help she needed. If there was something dangerous happening then maybe she shouldn’t step outside. She watched the street for a couple of minutes before she decided that things had settled down. She went to close the blinds so she could head up to bed, but quiet mumbling caught her attention and she looked again. There was a man leaning against the building next door. He was slumping against the brick wall and he looked like he was an awfully large amount of pain. Her heart told her to help him, but her head told her to wait. What if he had attacked the woman and was still going after her? What if he attacked her if she tried to help? No. She was making assumptions. He could have been the good samaritan that helped the woman, but instead got the brunt of the attack. He was bleeding pretty heavily. She had to help him. She just couldn’t stand by and watch him bleed out on the sidewalk right in front of her store. It was awfully cold outside tonight too. Spring was fast approaching, but the bitter bite of winter was still there. What if he died when she could have helped him?!

Listening to her heart, she hurried to the front door of her shop and unlocked it and pulled it opened. She slowly stepped outside, suddenly wishing she had grabbed a jacket or brought her blanket. She got a better look at him under the dim street lighting. His handsome face was twisted in pain as he held his chest. “Excuse me. Sir?” She said softly as she got closer to him. “Are you alright? Do you need help?” She asked, now seeing the red gleam of blood oozing from his chest. “I can help you. I can call 911 if you need.” She offered, standing a couple of feet away from him now.


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Cassio De la Vega
 Posted: Mar 26 2018, 10:56 PM
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It was times like this that Cassio wished that he had an aptitude for healing magic. Over the course of the last ten years, he had traveled around the world and put himself in many risky situations that often resulted in bodily harm. There were many times when he had nearly gotten himself killed, but he had always come out alive through sheer, dumb luck. Looking back on his life, he was frankly amazed that he hadn’t wound up dead in a ditch somewhere down the line with all the risks he had taken in his own life. But then again, it did seem rather ironic that he might bleed to death in an alleyway in New York City a few blocks away from his own apartment when he regularly lost himself in some of the most remote locations in the world. It felt like a rather unsatisfying end to his story.

Cassio glanced down at his bleeding torso and wondered if he should just sit down and try to do what he could for his wounds now before he tried to walk any further. He had basic medical knowledge (it was necessary considering the fact that he was often alone out in the wild) and could probably sew up his own wounds if given a sterile needle and some thread. However, he didn’t have anything on his person besides the clothes on his back that could do him any good at all. And while he might be able to make some sort of a bandage, it wouldn’t do much to keep him from bleeding out and the bite of the cold night air made him unwilling to part with the limited warmth his shirt provided him.

Just as he was about to force himself to move on, he heard a door open next to him and he turned in the direction of the noise. Standing in the doorway of a shop was a woman dressed in a nightgown, although she was just barely illuminated from the dim light of the street. Still, even in the half darkness, he could see her vibrant red hair and picked up on her obvious unease. She was understandably concerned, but had still opened up her door and asked in a clear voice whether or not he needed help. He could admire her courage for that and decided then and there to do his best not to frighten her further.

Cassio, still clutching his wounded side, raised one hand up in a casual wave, wincing at the strain it put on his side. “Thank you, but 911 isn’t necessary, I promise,” He reassured her from where he stood, leaning heavily against the wall opposite her shop. Multiple stab wounds he could handle, but doctors? Not so much. He would much rather trek the rest of the way back to his apartment and sew himself back up than allow some strange doctor to poke and prod him with needles. Nope; no thank you. However, he now had to convince this good-hearted person that he wasn’t completely crazy and that his claim was legitimate. So, while it was obvious that his lie was completely outrageous considering the blood staining his shirt, Cassio did his damnedest not to show the pain on his face, as if that would convince the woman of his honesty. Instead, he offered her a smile and tried to straighten his posture enough to make it seem that he wasn’t in terrible pain before thanking the woman once more for her concern. “I’m alright. Really. Thank you so much for your offer.”

However, his attempt to straighten up threw off his center of balance and he stumbled a bit to the side, catching himself painfully on the wall. He groaned and gripped his side, instantly regretting the unnecessary movement. Cassio glanced back at the woman and offered her a sheepish smile, very much aware that his previous claim that 911 was unnecessary probably seemed like complete horseshit. Whoops.“Ah… actually, if you have a phone I could use, that would be great. I’ll just stay out here and tell you the number to call so you don’t have to come out here.” He knew how suspicious this looked and if this woman had heard the screams from earlier, she probably had some idea of what had happened. He couldn’t blame her for being cautious and he would never presume to make a woman uncomfortable. So he would stay out here and allow her to feel as safe as possible with a bleeding man practically at her doorstep. Frankly, he was amazed that she had even chanced opening her door, wearing nothing but a nightgown of all things. She was certainly a brave person.

“This probably looks really bad, but I swear I was just trying to help someone and things got a little dicey.” He winced again as he adjusted his position against the wall. “I know I can’t make you believe me, but I do promise not to hurt you. Scouts honor.” He tried his best to sound light-hearted, but his vision was starting to get a little fuzzy and he wondered if it was the blood-loss or the pain that was starting to get to him. In any event, he was struggling against the urge to simply face-plant and let the universe do what it wanted with him. But as that would likely mean waking up to doctors, so he stubbornly refused to pass out.



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 Posted: Mar 29 2018, 01:25 AM
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Upon approaching the bleeding stranger, Barclay had been nervous. This guy could have been a killer and that woman running by could have been the one to finally teach him a lesson. If he had attacked that woman he was obviously in no shape to take on another person. Maybe she would quickly help him get patched up and send him on his way. Then she could all 911 after he left. She just felt bad about the shape he was in. The way he was slumped against the wall, he almost looked as if he would fall over if a strong breeze picked up. Poor thing… She couldn’t help, but want to help him. Every bone in her body told her she needed to do so. Maybe she would regret it later, but for now she just wanted to help.

The closer she got, the better she could see him in the dim lighting although still not very well. The only facial features she could make out were the scruff that grew from his chin and the soft but rugged jawline. He was slouched against the wall out of pain, but she could tell that they were roughly the same height. That was probably a good thing if he tried to do anything funny. It was hard to take on someone of your same size or bigger. Or at least that was what she had been taught in that one karate class she took that one time. Maybe she should have stuck with it, but hurting someone what completely went against everything she stood for and represented. Using her powers to protect herself was something very different though. He was built though. She could see that with ease. His broad shoulders were hard to miss and the casted quite the shadow on the ground.

He had seemed quite surprised to see her pop out of her shop and offer some help in the dead of night. He had seemed like he was getting ready to move on and perhaps head home or find help. Maybe she should have let him keep going, but the universe was telling her she needed to help him. She hoped her nerves weren’t too obvious. She genuinely wanted to help. She supposed her slow steps and the tone of her voice made it obvious. She put on her usual friendly smile though and made an attempt to put on a brave face.

She tilted her head as he thanked her, but deemed calling 911 unnecessary. That left her as quite confused. He was bleeding and it didn’t look very good. The blood was beginning to stain his shirt further as he kept his hand on the wound. She saw him wince at he lifted his arm to wave at. He didn’t seem too bad. Maybe he hadn’t attacked that woman, but something had definitely did him in. Well, she supposed if he didn’t want to go to a proper doctor she could help him out. She had taken several first aid classes and a handful of advanced field medicine class. She had a whole first aid kit in the back of her shop. There were probably some needles and plenty of thread she could use to close those wounds. She just hoped there wasn’t any internal damage to his organs or something else… She was in way a surgeon or a real doctor. She just knew the basics for emergencies like this one. She watched as he made an attempt to straighten himself out and look proper. That looked rather painful. Why was he trying to prove he was alright when he definitely wasn’t? He was one of those men, wasn’t he? Tried to fake it and convince others that he was alright when clearly he wasn’t. She was lucky to have a brother who couldn’t lie to her or try to fake things. However, as he tried a second time to convince her that he was alright, she didn’t turn on her heel and head inside. She just waited it out.

She didn’t have to wait for very long thought because he immediately stumbled and caught himself on the wall with a groan. His hands went to his side and all the composure he had worked so hard to pull together was in the wind. She just smiled back at him as he finally looked up at her. She wanted to say ‘I told you so’, but she didn’t. She just waited for him to change his mind about her possibly calling 911. Instead though, he requested a phone for him to use. He wanted to stay out here in the cold? That was silly. Her shop was warm and he seemed like he could use somewhere to sit for a little while. She was probably would have been stupid to bring a possible criminal into her home, but the more she watched him all keeled over in pain, the worse she felt for him. He would bleed to death if she didn’t do something.

She heard him out as he finally made an attempt to assure her that he wasn’t a bad guy. She was starting to believe it on her own to be honest. Maybe she was being just a silly girl, but something told her she could trust him. “What looks bad is that wound.” She said and glanced to his side. She watched as he began to sway a bit on his feet. Oh please don’t pass out! Please don’t pass out! She thought. She wasn’t sure if she could drag him in to her shop. She was try her best though. Then who would look like the sketchy one out of the pair?

“I’ll get you a phone and you can call someone, but let me help you inside. It’s silly to stay out here in the cold.” She said and moved close to him. “I can help you with that wound. I know a bit about medicine. I have a first aid kit inside. You’ll pass out before I can get back with the phone.” She said and moved to his side. She kept her smile on her face, but she wasn’t going to let him say no to allowing her to help him. “If you do pass out at least your inside and not out in this cold…” She said, offering her dainty little shoulder for him to lean on.


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Cassio De la Vega
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Cassio truly did wonder when his luck would run out. He had lived recklessly for so long that he seemed due for a reality check. He regularly scaled unstable cliff sides, traveled across rickety bridges that hung precariously over rocky gorges, explored caves that have remained uninhabited for hundreds of years, and crossed rapids that would have swept a less experience man away to a swift, watery death. Somehow, throughout all of that, he had come away relatively unscathed every time. Although he thanked the Mother Earth regularly for her good faith, he had no misapprehensions about his fortune. Life was a fickle thing and even the most gracious deities and spirits could turn against their favorites. He knew it was only a matter of time before he made a misstep and he was reminded of his own mortality. Still, he rather hoped that it would not be tonight.

Cassio was grateful that the poor, obviously anxious young woman had decided to take pity on him and see if he needed assistance. If he were in her position, he would have looked at himself as an object of suspicion. Surely she had heard the screams of the would-be victim and she had no way of knowing whether he had been the one to attack her in the first place. Although Cassio tried his best not to seem threatening (which was rather difficult considering the blood staining his clothes), he didn’t think anything he said or did could convince her to do what she did next.

As Cassio leaned against the wall, feeling rather foolish as well as hurt, he wondered what the next logical course of action would be. It was clear that the woman did not believe him when he said he was alright, so he was expecting her to turn around at any moment and call 911 anyway because clearly, he was in no condition to call the shots for himself. It was a rather panicked few moments for Cassio because while he knew he did need all the help he could get (he was, after all, bleeding out on the street without so much as a cellphone), he really did not want to subject himself to medical professionals. He could suffer any pain as long as it wasn’t that. But then again, what could he avoid his fate now? He clearly was not in any position to deny the severity of his wounds and the woman clearly had to take some course of action, lest he wind up dead on her porch. Still, despite knowing that she was bound to act soon, he hadn’t quite expected the course of action the woman decided to take.

Instead of moving away from him towards the safety of her home, the woman stepped closer to him and, incredibly, offered to help him inside before helping him make a phone call. Even more incredible, she had made no mention of calling 911 and instead mentioned a first-aid kit she kept on hand. Was she really implying she would help him dress his wounds? That was well beyond what he had expected a good samaritan to do. “Are you sure?” He asked, unable to help himself. She was a young, beautiful woman and here he was looking like he had just come back from a hellish fight. She had to know that there was a risk with taking in any stranger, but with someone that looked like him? It was unheard of. “I wouldn’t presume to ask… I would be alright waiting.” He didn’t want to pressure her. God that was the last thing he wanted. He was not that kind of person at all. But she stood there before him, smiling with a kind of gentleness that surprised him, offering to help him despite the rather suspicious circumstances she had found him in. It was, well, incredible.

In the end, all the convincing that Cassio needed to take the woman up on her offer was his own pain. He still felt guilty about imposing on her but he really wasn’t sure how much longer he could stay on his feet. Plus she was right about one thing; if he passed out inside, it was better than passing out on the street.

“Thank you for this,” He said with a smile as he leaned in, allowing her to help him take some of his weight. He hadn’t really had cause to notice before, but leaning against her made him realize that she stood just as tall as he did. “I ah… realize it looks really bad but I swear, it isn’t as bad as it looks. Believe it or not, I have probably had some worse scraps then this,” He paused, considering that claim and wincing at the strain movement caused his wounds.“Although, nothing immediately comes to mind on that front.”

He tried to keep talking for a couple of reasons. One, he wanted to show her that he was not intimidating. If he kept the conversation light, he felt he had a better chance of making her more comfortable with her decision. Two, talking helped detract focus away from the growing pain in his side.

“You know medicine then? It’s lucky I ran into you,” He kept talking as they walked into the building. He could tell she was trying to be careful with him and he appreciated her attentiveness. He did chance a quick glance around, catching sight of a shop filled with plants and flowers. It gave the room a feeling of life that he had not expected to find within the city. Despite the amount of pain he was in, he found his surroundings considerably more pleasant.

Then it occurred to him that he had never given the woman his name. Not only was that a bad breech in manners but it probably would have helped dispel some of the residual awkwardness he felt with imposing on her in such a manner if he had just told her who he was from the start. “Ah, my name is Cassio by the way.” He said, feeling rather sheepish although his smile was still bright, even through the pain. “Cassio De La Vega. And despite this,” He gestured carefully down to his wound. “I am glad to meet you.”



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Barclay knew that her offer of help would come across as crazy. Any normal person would have just darted back inside and called 911 right away, but she wasn’t normal. Not by a long shot. It was in her nature to care and take care of others. Taking pity on this man and offering to help him out was probably not the smartest idea, but she just couldn’t turn her back. Her heart pulled her toward him. He was starting to pale and look faint. She knew a person could only take so much pain and blood loss before passing out. She didn’t want to use the word pathetic, but he was starting to look that way. Poor thing. She just wanted to pull him inside and fix him up.

She could see the worry begin to seep into his eyes. She knew she should call for an ambulance, but something about his body language and expression told her she shouldn’t. It was the right thing to do after all. She wasn’t a doctor in any sense of the word. She just knew some first aid things and home healing remedies. Was that fear in his eyes? She couldn’t quite tell in this dim street lighting, but if he didn’t want to go to the hospital then she would humor his wishes. He was the patient after all. She would tend to his wounds the best she could and highly recommend seeing a professional. The one thing she knew though was that she wasn’t leaving him out here in this cold to let him pass out.

She could see the surprise on his face when she offered to take him inside and tend to his wounds instead of going to him a phone so he could call someone to pick him up. All of her insecurities about the situation had disappeared. She felt good about this. She would help him then let him call whoever he wanted. “Of course.” She said with a warm smile. It was also freezing out here and the sooner he allowed her to help him the sooner they could get out of this cold. Her thin nightgown was not doing her any good. This was probably not a good night to want to feel pretty before going to sleep… “Don’t be silly. I really don’t mind. And you didn’t ask. I offered.” She pointed out with a delicate shrug.

She waited patiently as he debated for a brief moment what she had said. It didn’t take long though because he thanked her and leaned against her a bit so she could help him hobble inside. “You’re welcome.” She said rather cheerily. She hoped these wounds weren’t too deep. She wouldn’t know what to do if they had done some real damage to his insides. As long as she could easily stitch him up it would be alright. There he went. Trying to talk himself up a bit. She wanted to giggle a bit, but she didn’t. She just smiled. Why did men try to make themselves look better in moments of weakness? Sebastian had done the same thing. Silly demon. “Oh, I’m sure you have been.” She said, not really believing him, but she went with it. Who was she to tell him what he had been through and what he hadn’t?

“I know some. I’ve taken a bunch of first aid classes.” She knew more than she let on. One thing that came along with plants was knowing what kind of healing properties came with them. She knew she could make something to possibly numb his pain some after she stitched him up. She had all the ingredients and could even pick them fresh if she needed. “I can put you back together though” She promised and she helped him inside with care. She didn’t want him to move more than he had to. She didn’t want him to injured himself further. She still hadn’t gotten a good look at the wounds, but he was still oozing blood which meant it was definitely more than a scratch. Not that she doubted it severity earlier.

She had been too concerned with the fact that he was bleeding on her doorstep than anything else that she had completely forgotten to introduce herself to him until he had said something. She helped him into the flower shop and across to the counter. “I’m Barclay Bishop.” She said with a soft smile and peered at him. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.” She said and decided to sit him down here. “Sit here.” She said softly and she helped him to the ground. “Just sit tight and try not to move. I’ll be right back.” She promised before disappearing behind the counter and flipping on the bright lights of her shop so she could see what she was doing.

She froze for a moment though. She had a strange man in her shop. In her home. Maybe she really was crazy… Maybe this wasn’t such a great idea. She had a weakness for those who couldn’t help themselves. She was so silly. How could she think this was a good idea in any sense? Well, it was too late now. He was inside and she was going to help him. It would be alright, right? Nothing could go wrong. She quickly washed her hands in the little sink in the back of her store before pulling her first aid kit out of the closet. It was rather large and quite heavy considering all the think it had inside of it. She also pulled on a hoodie over her gown. She felt so exposed so she figured the hoodie would cover her up some. She quickly headed back up to Cassio and sat her kit on the ground before moving beside him. “I hope you don’t like this shirt very much because I’m going to cut it off you… I don’t want to move more than you have to.” She before flipping open the large kit. There were all sorts of things inside, but she pulled out a pair of scissors from the neatly organized kit and glanced up at him.

She was finally getting a good look at him. Wow… He was rather handsome. He had a rather strong jawline, something she had noticed earlier, but now she was getting a better look at him. Though filled with pain, his eyes were warm and mysterious. He was all-around a handsome man. He looked like something from the cover of one of the books she had hidden under her bed… She quickly shook her head and went to work. Without waiting for him to give her the okay as to whether or not she could cut up his shirt, she just took scissors to it and cut from the bottom to the neck. She was the boss here and she was calling the shots. Whatever she needed to do to help him she was going to do it. She carefully began to peel back the toiled shirt and a soft blush crept across he cheeks. He was… built. There were abs and all sorts of other things under that shirt. She pulled herself together though, trying to get passed how good looking he was. This was honestly the closest she had been to a half-naked man. She wasn’t sure if it was a good or a bad thing in this moment, but she kept herself busy as she tried not to look at him like she had been doing.

Talk! Say something! She thought, trying to find something to fill the air with. “Where are you from?” She blurted out with an embarrassed smile. She thought she had detected a hint of an accent, right? If she was wrong then she certainly would look foolish…


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Cassio was a firm believer in fate and good fortunate. When he was a young boy, just beginning to understand his powers, his parents had placed him under the guidance of a healer witch who taught him the importance of paying homage to the Mother Earth. She was the life force that gave all creatures. The forces of Heaven and Hell were meaningless without the influence of Mother Earth and all goodness and evil were ultimately born from her. Therefore, it was his responsibility to give her respect and she would, in turn, protect him and lead him down the pathway of fate. It was why he carried an amulet to her around his neck and why he had tattooed protective runes around his right bicep, asking for her love and mercy wherever he went. She was his guiding force and no matter how far away he traveled from his home and family, she was never far from his mind.

He liked to think that he was blessed or at the very least, exceptionally lucky. He was, admittedly, a little reckless but somehow, he always managed to come out of a nasty situation without any lasting damage. Before the young woman had appeared to ask him if he needed help, he had thought that his luck was about to run out in the most ironic and anti-climatic manner possible, but it seemed that fate was still smiling down upon him. Not only did a lovely young woman actually want to help him (even when he looked like he had just come off the set of a B-horror movie), but she had a medical background! Cassio wasn’t sure what he had done to deserve such good luck, but he was only too happy to continue to reap the benefits.

He winced as he walked, his side tugging painfully with each jostling movement. Well, he was grateful for the good fortune but he would have maybe preferred avoiding getting stabbed in the first place. Although, he supposed that particular punishment had been his own doing.

Through his pain, it was difficult to detect even subtle amusement from his lively hostess who was so kindly helping to support him across the threshold of the building. She might be right to assume that he was trying to seem somewhat tougher than his current state suggested, but given his lifestyle, Cassio could honestly think of some pretty rough situations that had left him pretty banged up. “I was in Cairo several years back and nearly got beheaded by a couple of well-placed booby traps,” He mused, trying to think back to some of his closer calls and distract himself from the pain. “But that was not nearly as bad as the time I got stung by a bullet ant in Nicaragua.” He shuddered at the mere memory. They really weren’t kidding when they said that the sting of the bullet ant was one of the most painful sensations imaginable. Twenty-four hours of that hell had made him think twice about being careless in his preparation. After that, he worked out a spell that would keep him safe from encountering anymore stinging insects for the rest of his natural life.

“I put myself in your capable hands then,” He said with a grateful smile, honestly just relieved that she was taking a chance on him. Anyone else would have simply called 911 and considered the job done but she was going out of her way to not only save his butt from bleeding out on the street, but doing it in the way that he was most comfortable with. She certainly was his angel of mercy.

Cassio smiled, glad to finally have his savior’s name. “Barclay Bishop then.” Barclay. He couldn’t recall if he had ever encountered someone with that name before. But one quick glance at the red-haired woman was enough to convince him that it suited her perfectly. “Good to meet you.”

Cassio grimaced, but held back his grunt of pain as Barclay guided him to the floor. Admittedly, when he was finally seated, he felt a thousand times better as he no longer had to support his own weight under such painful conditions. But getting down to the floor? That had been one painful ordeal. “I won’t go anywhere. Promise,” He gave her a little wave as she hurried off to presumably get her first aid kit. Had he been a lesser man, he might have taken that moment to observe her pert behind that was not especially well-hidden in her silky nighty, but Cassio kept his gaze directed respectfully away from Barclay. Instead, he observed the shops surroundings, rather wishing he was in better health so he could walk around and appreciate it more fully.

Barclay returned a few minutes later armed with her box of supplies and Cassio greeted her with a friendly, crooked smile. “This is a beautiful shop.” It was too. There were a number of plants that he didn’t recognize, but the few he did were lovely. She must have an extensive knowledge of botany to have so many thriving species. But those thoughts were quickly derailed when Barclay announced that he was about to lose his shirt. He blinked, slightly confused at the announcement, but then remembered that she needed access to his wound if she was going to help him. “Oh, well, it’s just a shirt,” He said, unconcerned by the prospect of losing the shirt. He didn’t care much for his clothing beyond its functional purpose, but he was a little concerned about what she would find underneath his clothes. If she was completely ignorant of magic, she was unlikely to recognize the protective runes he had tattooed along his arm and the amulet hanging around his neck could be dismissed as a simple necklace. But if she did know something about magic, well, that could lead to an awkward encounter.

Still, there wasn’t much he could do. So for the moment, Cassio kept his body still as she leaned forward and began to cut open his shirt. Once again, he was grateful to be inside as even the subtle change in temperature from his loss of the shirt was noticeable and he was glad to avoid the sting of the night air.

If there was any awkwardness coming from Barclay, Cassio didn’t notice it. In the minute it took her to cut open his shirt, he was more concerned that she would realize what he was and suddenly turn against him. Although they lived in the age of supernaturals, he could never be too sure of how someone would react to him. He didn’t want Barclay to hate him or fear him just because he happened to be born a witch. He couldn’t help what he was, but he couldn’t bare the thought of causing someone distress, particularly someone who had shown him such kindness. But, it seemed that his luck had yet to run out for almost as soon as Barclay had removed his shirt, she looked back up to him and offered him another pretty smile colored with flushed cheeks. Cassio, visibly relieved that she didn’t seem scared or angry, scarcely noticed her odd coloring. Instead, he was only too eager to begin another conversation.

“Guatemala actually. But I travel all over so my accent has become a little muddled over the years.” Some people got offended if they were ever asked about their origins, but he was used to such questions. He was often a stranger in a strange land and he was proud of where he had come from, so why hide it? “I live in the city now, but I travel a lot for work.” Despite Barclay’s orders not to move too much, Cassio shrugged the remains of shirt off to save her the hassle of having to do it herself. Although the circumstances were certainly odd, he hardly felt self-conscious. Nudity hardly phased him, although the dull ache of his cuts were more than a little distracting. He looked down at the bloody cut, wincing a bit. At least it didn’t look too deep, but it definitely needed stitches. Lovely.

“Ah, I think it needs to be stitched up.” Was that something that was covered in first aid classes? He didn’t have the slightest clue but now he felt guilty about imposing on Barclay. This was certainly not turning out to be a very pleasant evening for her either. It was one thing to be on the receiving end of needles and unsolicited pokes and jabs, but to be the one responsible? Yeah that kind of pressure couldn’t be pleasant. Cassio looked between her and the first-aid kit and then back again. She had been confident before and he had to be confident in her too. She could certainly do this. He had every faith in his angel of mercy.“I promise I will keep still. I’ll be model patient for you.” He smiled and leaned his head back, settling in as comfortably as he could given his position. “Just tell me what you would like me to do Dr. Bishop.”



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Barclay too believed in fate. She believed all things happened for a reason. Nothing happened for nothing. There was always something behind everything that happened. Whether it be a lesson or something else entirely, she knew that she would be guided through the correct path. Maybe there was a bigger reason behind her leaving home at eighteen and coming to live closer to her brother. Maybe she didn’t see it now, but perhaps the reasoning would come sooner or later. Maybe there was a reason for this man to stumble across her stretch of sidewalk and nearly bleed out in front of her home. She just knew she was supposed to help him. She saw nothing pointing to not helping him so why not, right?

She usually didn’t question why things happened and what the reasoning for some things were. She was pretty easy going so she generally rolled with the punches. Nothing horrible enough had happened in her life so she didn’t have much of a reason to question things. Her life was quaint and good. There was probably a reason why she was supposed to come across this bleeding stranger. Maybe it was just a message that she needed to practice her bedside manner and go back for another first class. She wasn’t going to question it though. There was a reason why he was here. Maybe she would find out later on or maybe the reasoning would never make itself obvious. She was fine with either.

She tried to make it so that he wasn’t in an immense amount of pain walking, but she could feel him wincing with every step. She hoped that didn’t cause for the bleeding to intensify. It was already oozing out between his fingers and leaving drip marks in their path. She would have to clean those up later. Didn’t want anybody catching the scent of blood outside of her shop. They might think she did horrible things inside of her little shop. She did have a couple of venus fly traps sitting on the shelves behind her counter, but nothing too horrible went on inside of her little slice of paradise.

He didn’t seem to catch her little tease. It was alright though. He was probably in too much pain to catch it. She didn’t think she was all that funny anyways to the joke wasn’t much of a waste. Another time. She peered over at the stranger at her side as the gears in his head began to turn. She listened as he began to share the finer details of his travels to Cairo and Nicaragua. She could tell he was just talking to keep his mind off the pain in his side so she wasn’t going to stop him from chatting. What she did catch was that he sounded like he had been all over the world. She’d really only been down the east coast. Never further west than Pennsylvania. She had dreamed about being in far off lands before, but she didn’t have the guts to go on adventures on her own. Plus who would take care of Trent and Aurora? Where would they go if they needed her? It was selfish to just leave them behind. She couldn’t leave without feeling terrible. “Wow. It sounds like you’re a lucky man.” She said with a soft smile. It made her wonder what exactly he did for a living that made him travel to such dangerous places. Or did he do it all for fun? Being stung by bullet ants wasn’t exactly something one would put on their bucket list.

She smiled when he said he had put himself in capable hands. She hoped her hands were capable enough to help him. She knew several kinds of stitches. It had been a while since she had practiced another though. It was like riding a bike though, right? hopefully muscle memory would come into play and her fingers would move like she knew exactly what she was doing. She didn’t doubt her ability. She just didn’t want to look foolish after promising him she could help.

Cassio. Where had she heard that name before? Was it from literature? Some famous play perhaps… Oh! Shakespeare. That’s right. She did read quite a bit in her spare time and Shakespeare had been her favorite in high school. Most would sigh and groan when it was time to pick for reading roles for the plays, but the shy little ginger’s hand would shoot into the air and she would ask for a main part. Meanwhile her name was one of the oddest things she’d ever heard. She loved her name regardless, but it was one of the weirder names out there. She had learned it meant ‘birch wood.’ She supposed it was accurate considering were her powers had ended up settling. She just smiled and nodded with he repeated her name. “Most call me Clay. Whichever you prefer.” She said with a smile. She was pretty casual with her nickname. When she was little she had grown accustomed to just being called by it. She truly didn’t have a preference to be called by her nickname to full name. Whatever was easier for people.

She felt terrible as she helped him on the ground. Maybe she should have just taken him upstairs from the start. She would rather him bleed all over the tile floor than her carpet though. Tile was much easier to clean. She tried to help him out the best she could, but once he was finally seat she could tell he was almost relieved immediately. He could slump over all he wanted without having a far fall. She smiled down at him as he promised not to move. She hoped she could help him up from the floor without putting him in too much pain.

She got down on the floor beside him on her knees. He seemed to be in slightly better spirits and a bite alert. “Thank you. I have a thing for plants.” It wasn’t a total lie. She did love plants. It just so happened that she made a career out of it. He didn’t seem super concerned with losing his shirt. There was a very large rip in the side and it wasn’t worth a wash. Maybe one of Trent’s shirts would fit? No. He had far broader shoulders than Trent… Everything about him was just… wow. Gosh. She hoped he hadn’t caught her ogling him like that. She was supposed to be helping him, not staring at him like he was a Greco-Roman sculpture. Although he really could have been. She just shook her head and got to work.

Although somethings quickly caught her attention. The little amulet around his neck and the runes tattooed on his arm. They were all for protection. She knew her runes and could read them very well. Her parents had made sure of that. She hadn’t minded studying them though. It was a beautiful language all in its own. There was only reason why he would have those runes wrapped around his arm like that. It was obvious. He was a witch. Just like her. She quietly took his arm in her hands and ran her fingers over the runes. She had always thought about getting runic tattoos, but she wasn’t all that sure about getting stabbed a million times. Instead she always wore amulets similar to the one he was wearing. She quietly met his gaze. She could tell he was a little on edge. She quickly let him go, but gave him a reassuring smile. “Your secret is safe with me… I’m a witch too.” She said softly. To prove she wasn’t lying, she reached down her hoodie and night gown and pulled out the amulet necklace hanging about her neck. She let him get a good look before stuffing it back under her clothing so she could get to work. “I don’t have an experience in healing, but I do know my plants. I can promise that.” She could understand his uneasiness with her seeing the tattoo and the amulet. She was always hesitant with sharing with people what she was. She did sell her potions to those who knew how to ask for them though. She didn’t have very many customers for that kind of thing thought because she didn’t advertise it.

She was glad that awkwardness was out of the way though. Now they could actually converse. She listened as he spoke, pulling out the supplies she would need. “I bet it’s beautiful there.” She said softly, her gaze a little dreamy. He was handsome and worldly. What a combination. “What do you do for a living? If I might ask that is.” She asked with a smile, but it quickly faded as he tried to shrug the shirt away. She quickly helped him so he didn’t further pull at the wound. “Careful.” She whispered, letting the shirt pool under him. She pulled it away a bit and moved it on the floor to his side to catch any dripping blood.

“That’s what I figured. It doesn’t look to deep so stitches should do the trick.” She grabbed a fresh packet of gauze and pulled it open. She pulled out a couple of pieces and grabbed the hydrogen peroxide. She blushed when he called her Dr. Bishop. That did sound pretty good, didn’t it? “I need to clean it first. It getting infected would not do you any favors… It’ll probably sting a bunch so just bear with me.” She said and dampened the gauze with the liquid. “I’m sorry in advance…” She said softly before getting a little closer and beginning to clean the wound, adding more peroxide and getting clean gauze as she needed.


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Names were powerful little things. Often neglected or forgotten, but powerful nonetheless. Cassio might not be an expert in social situations (months of near solitude tended to do that to a person), but he tried never to forget a name. It was disrespectful to toss something away that had so much thought poured into its existence. His own name was a bit of an oddity. Despite his Latin American upbringing, his mother had chosen rather unusual names for her children. Only his brother Mateo had been given a fairly traditional name, him being the first son. But Cassio and his three sisters had all been given names from classic literature and mythology. When he had asked his mother why she had landed on ‘Cassio’ of all things, he had not received much of an answer. ‘It was your name,’ was all she would say ‘It shaped you.’ It wasn’t an especially satisfying answer, but he supposed that in a way, she had been right. He couldn’t connect himself much to the Shakespearean character Cassio, but the title had certainly influenced the man he became.

Now Barclay’s name was something special. He didn’t know the meaning off the top of his head, but it was obviously well-suited for the woman standing before him. He could say that it matched her unique beauty (the flaming red hair was a rather noticeable trait), but personally, he felt it was a better descriptor of her character. Not many people would help a bleeding stranger off the street without knowing what had brought them to that sorry state, let alone go out of their way to ensure that the comfort of the stranger was their top priority. But Barclay had done just that. She had decided not to call 911 simply because he had asked her not to and she had offered him her home and care. That kind of kindness was rare and he was utterly grateful to have landed on her doorstep. Yes, Barclay was something special. And her name reflected that unique power that was all her own.

It might have been a painful journey to reach the floor, but Cassio was quite happy when he made it down. It was far easier to rest against the floor rather than try to continue to support his weight under the stress of blood loss and pain. Once there, he could focus a little better on both his surroundings and Barclay herself. “You definitely have a green thumb,” He said admiringly, finding her talent impressive. He couldn’t remember if he had ever tried to keep so much as a houseplant. If he had, he doubted he could be half as successful as Barclay was. She truly had a gift.

Being a witch always had the potential to land a person in a sticky situation. Some humans (and other creatures) were not especially fond of witches and he really hoped this wouldn’t turn out to be one of those occasions. Barclay seemed like a sweet young woman and he would hate to put her into an uncomfortable (or more uncomfortable) situation just because of his species. But then again, perhaps she wouldn’t recognize the amulet or the runes for what they were. She might just pass them off as some hipster trend or something. But as soon as she had cut off his shirt, her eyes were drifting from the amulet to the runes on his arms, her eyes bright with understanding. He stared at her, tensing somewhat nervously as he waited for her reaction. He couldn’t tell what she was thinking, but she definitely knew something was up what with the way she took his arm and ran her finger across the tattooed print. “Ah that’s nothing…just…. personal stuff?” He tried to explain, but even Cassio knew he was a god-awful liar. Still, he couldn’t quite stop himself from digging a hole. “It’s… Spanish?” Oh man that was terrible. Callista had always told him he was terrible at lying. If she were here right now, she would probably be laughing her ass off at his pitiful performance. That, or she would be offended by his terrible poker face. Either were entirely possible.

But, amazingly, instead of seeming horrified, Barclay met his gaze and gave him a smile, instantly melting his fears. And when she spoke, she confirmed all that he could have hoped for and more. “You are?” Out of instinct, he sat up in excitement, but quickly regretted the decision and, wincing, slid back down again. “Oh thank the mother, that is a relief. I am no good at lying. But then, you probably figured that much out already...” He chuckled, embarrassed. But, despite his mortification, he was thrilled to have the opportunity to meet another witch. Such things didn’t happen all that frequently and to think he had been so lucky as to find someone just down the street! He wondered what her speciality was. She had already assured him it wasn’t healing, which left quite a range of options. Or rather, it would have, had she not already given him a hint earlier which suddenly made all the more sense given the new information. “Elemental then?” He confirmed, motioning carefully to the plants that surrounded them. “That’s me as well. Fire specifically so I’m fairly useless when it comes to creating things this beautiful.” He couldn’t believe his luck. Another witch! He was truly blessed this evening.

Now that he no longer had anything to fear, Cassio allowed himself to relax and let Barclay do what she had to do. He had every confidence in her. “It is beautiful. All green and lush. You would love it.” He spoke easily, as if he knew her already. “And you can see the stars there better than anywhere in this country. It’s a whole different world.” Cassio offered her a grateful smile as she warned him to be careful with his movements, already finding her caring nature endearing. Despite not having specialized in it, she did seem a natural healer. “I am an archaeologist officially and a treasure-hunter/curse-breaker unofficially. I spend part my time researching here and the rest out in the field.” It was tempting to launch into a full spiel but he didn’t want to take-up too much of the conversation. After all, he had Barclay here before him and he was far more interested to hear about her. “And you? Do you own this shop?” She seemed so young; he was impressed. “It is such a beautiful place. Like its own little slice of paradise. You have obviously put a lot of love and thought into its creation.”

Now came to the stuff that wasn’t quite so fun. He watched her settle in to handle his wounds and tried not to wince before she put the hydrogen peroxide on his skin. Ouch, that did burn, but he resolved to keep his squirming to a minimum. “It’s fine. It’s necessary.” For all of Cassio’s muscles and experience, he wasn’t too fond of medical necessities. If the wound had been minor, he probably would have tried to let it heal on its own before going to a doctor. He had done such things before and while he could admit they were stupid, he still wasn’t anymore likely to go to a doctor if he could avoid it. “Barclay, what does that mean?” He asked when he felt like he might start to squirm a little too much if he didn’t distract himself. “Your name I mean. I have never heard it before. It's so lovely.”



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When it came to magic, names were very powerful things. There were many spells the required a person’s name to complete the ritual. She would know considering how many Grimoires her parents had and the several she had stolen from them. She knew in old stories that a name meant power, but reading it in real life was in plain English, interesting. It made you think how unreal those ‘old stories’ are. Despite that though, giving out a name these days was like sneezing. It was simple and almost an involuntary reaction to meeting someone new. Although sometimes the tradition of greeting someone and introducing yourself was lost and forgotten. One could have a whole conversation in line at a store and not once think to give out their name. So perhaps it wasn’t involuntary as it was something you had to earn. Names were interesting to think about. She supposed by offering Cassio help and her home she had earned his name. Maybe she should have introduced herself first? She was the one inviting him into her home after all. Ah well. It was too late.

She was pleased to see that he felt better after resting on the floor. The pain had dissipated some, but she was certain it still hurt some. At least the skin wasn’t being tugged at anymore by how movements no matter how small he tried to make them be. Poor guy. She just hoped that whatever nasty knife he had been stabbed with wouldn’t give him an infection. That would probably be the worst thing that could happen. Then she would be closing up a wound and allowing it to fester. She smiled softly when he confirmed her obvious ‘green thumb.’ She wasn’t sure how to take it. Did she thank him? She wasn’t very good at taking compliments. So she just smiled and nodded. Like him, she wasn’t the greatest at social interactions. She was friendly, but there was a certain point where she just couldn’t find words. Apparently, this was that point.

There was always a risk no matter what species you were to find someone or a group of people who hate what you are. Witches seemed to get a bad name. Perhaps it was all those made up stories they told children. Perhaps people feared those stories were real and that witches really would curse apples and spilling wheels or cause someone to fall ill. Well, those things really could happen though which was the frightening part. Those with magic could use it for good or bad. It was all up to those who wielded it. Barclay liked to think that she used her magic for good. She helped people whether it be making them smile with beautiful flowers or helping them feel better. So seeing the sudden fear in Cassio’s eyes didn’t surprise her in the slightest. She could have been a witch hunter for all he knew, but he was in luck because she wasn’t. She was just a witch just like him. Listening to him try to brush the tattoo on his arm like it was nothing was actually kind of laughable. She tried her hardest, but her mask of composure cracked and a soft laugh escaped her lips. She didn’t say anything though. She felt bad enough that she had let a laugh slip. She understood his fear, but there was nothing to fear here. She hoped her could forgive her later.

Upon telling someone she was a witch, she knew the feeling of the heart thundering away in the chest. She knew the sound of hearing your own blood gush through your veins. The moments prior to revealing something that could make or break a relationship. It was an adrenaline rush that she very much so disliked. She knew those moments very well… But right now, she wasn’t feeling that. She wasn’t nervous. She wasn’t scared. For a minute she felt like she wasn’t alone. “I am.” She said with a soft reassuring smile. She hadn’t expected him to pop up so quickly. Apparently, he had forgotten the wound in his side because the expression on his face read he immediately regretted it the decision. She giggled as he pointed out that he was a horrible liar. “You are not a good liar at all, but I’m sure you are good at other things.” She said, teasing him just a bit. She let him figure out her power on his own. It was obvious, right? There were plants all around them. Flowers bloomed as she walked by them. Vines grew just a couple of inches and as she skimmed her fingers over the thick fleshy cords. It was kind of hard to miss the way the room almost perked up as she entered it. She nodded when he finally spoke. “Yes. Plants are my specialty.” She said with a smile. “I used to dabble in fire magic for a bit, but my powers finally settled on plants.” She said as she organized the items she would need.

As he kept her talking, he kept her distracted from the fact that he was half naked and in her shop still losing blood as they spoke. It wasn’t gushing like it had been moments before though. It seemed to be alright for the moment. She just needed to her him cleaned up and stitched up. Then hopefully she could get him a phone and he could call someone to help him home. She listened to him as he described his homeland and speak as if they had known each other for a long time now. Well, knowing what he did know now, she didn’t blame him for assuming. She loved plants and nature. It was her life. “Wow. That sounds lovely… I wish I could visit some place that beautiful one day…” She said softly and as she ripped open a little sowing kit that she would need shortly. It had the thread and several types of needles. She hadn’t actually sown a person shut before, but they would be nothing, right? She’d only practiced on fruits like she had been instructed to. Fruits and human flesh were both very different. She listened as he explained his official and unofficial job. “So you really are like a world traveler. That sounds… freeing.” She mused and she grabbed a couple of packets of gauze, not really sure how much she would need. She loved her shop and she loved the city, but nature called to her like a sirens song. She could get lost in a small forest for hours. Just mediating and being one with the greenery around her. “I do own this shop. I call it my little slice of paradise sometimes. It’s unexpected to see so much greenery here in the city. My hope is that it makes it memorable.” She said with a light shrug as she continued on.

She tried to be careful, but if she didn’t thoroughly clean the wound it could just get worse. She cleaned every inch of the wound though, pouring more hydrogen peroxide onto more gauze as she did so. Then she cleaned the skin around the wound, wiping away any dried blood so that the bandaging would stick. Once she was content with her work, she tossed aside the last piece of gauze and peered up at him at his question, confusion leaking into her bright blue gaze. She nodded when she specified her was talking about her name, but quickly blushed when he complimented her on it. “Oh… Thank you. The meaning isn’t anything special.” She said as she grabbed the needle that she thought would work the best. “It means ‘birch tree’.” She explained as she threaded the needle and quickly tied it off. “I guess it kind of makes sense because of my magic.” She said with a shrug. “Alright… I’m going to start now… I’m going to need you to not move. I don’t want to mess up.” She said, wishing she had something to numb the area with. After a confirmation that he was ready, she began to pull the nasty gash back together again.


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 Posted: May 14 2018, 10:07 PM
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Despite their close ties to humans, witches had rather difficult reputations. To be fair, Cassio could understand some level of skittishness, especially considering the fact that there were some witches that practiced dark and disturbing magic. When it came to that, he could understand people’s discomfort or desire to avoid witches altogether. If he ever had to reveal what he was to another person, he felt he was equipped to handle skittishness or even a bit of healthy skepticism with relative ease. In his experience, people like that just needed reassurance that they would be safe and all would be well after that. What he couldn’t handle though was outright hatred for his kind. Cassio couldn’t help his abilities. He could only control his own actions and in that, he liked to think that he was at least a somewhat decent person. Sure he could manipulate fire but that did not make him inherently dangerous. Although he had never personally found himself in a dangerous situation because of another person’s perception of his species, he took care about who he told. Cassio was confident that he could take care of himself in most situations, but it didn’t hurt to take care. He had enough of a reputation for taking unnecessary risks that he did not need to take that onto his track record.

However, under these particular circumstances, he did not have much choice in the matter. His amulet and tattoo were a dead giveaway and while he didn’t think that the sweet Barclay would suddenly turn on him for being a witch, that fear was always in the back of his mind. But when she flipped the script and announced that she herself was a witch, he went from nervous to completely thrilled within seconds. Cassio of course, knew a handful of other witches, but he had never actually met another elemental before. Even though Barclay obviously specialized in an entirely different aspect of elemental magic, he felt a kinship with her. They both had the same magic coursing through their veins and there was a kind of understanding that came with that. He wondered if in the future, she might be interested to talk about magic further. Perhaps at a time when he wasn’t currently bleeding out all over the floor of her shop.

“Oh I am an awful liar,” He agreed with a slight chuckle, only too happy to admit his flaws. Callista constantly teased him for his complete lack of a poker face but he couldn’t help that he didn’t know how to fib. Even when he was a little boy, he was the one his mother would go to first because he would always crack under pressure. “Can’t play strip poker worth a damn because of it, but I heard I’m pretty good at the stripping part.” Cassio, of course, was not a particularly crass person. Rather, he had simply gotten into a comfortable pattern of how to interact within casual situations. Yes Barclay was still an unfamiliar person, but he felt comfortable around her and he saw no reason not to talk to her as he would with his other friends. Unfortunately, his other friends (or friend rather) was Callista and he did not necessarily see that the half-flirtatious way that they talked to each other was not necessarily the most appropriate means of conversation when talking to another young lady. Had he realized the inherent suggestiveness of his words, he might have given Callista some credit when she had told him he needed to work on integrating back into society after his extended work trips. But, because he was Cassio, he simply rolled along as the conversation progressed, simply happy to have made a lovely new acquaintance with a woman who was his literal savior.

“I know the feeling. I had a bit of an affinity for earth when I was younger, but it faded with time as the magic settled.” Magic was funny like that. In truth, he thought his personality was more suited to earth magic in many ways, but there was an impulsivity in fire that matched his spirit. Magic was still unexplainable in some ways, but he found he could trust that it would find out what it needed to do or be in the end. All one needed was a little patience.

Cassio was content to let Barclay work. After the realization that she was a witch (in addition to being generally kind-hearted, having brought him into her home in the first place), he was confident in her abilities. More than that, he knew that he was right where he needed to be. Despite his injury and the circumstances that brought him here, he felt that everything had happened the way that it should have. And if getting stabbed a few times meant he met Barclay, well, he supposed he could handle that. “You should visit,” He responded with an encouraging smile. “It’s such a lovely place. And while I might be biased, I have traveled around the world and I have never seen its equal anywhere.” He hadn’t either. Although, in truth, he hadn’t been back to his home since he left it. After what had happened with his brother, the guilt ate at him and he couldn’t bare to face the family he had so hurt. Sometimes he wondered what they thought of him now, but he was too ashamed to reach out and find out for certain.

“I suppose it can be freeing,” He commented as he watched her get her supplies ready. Needles; not his favorite. But he supposed it was better to have Barclay stitch him up than a stranger with no feeling. “It can be rather quiet on your own, but you see things that are truly unique and beautiful.” Cassio’s eyes flickered up from Barclay’s hands to her face, observing her red hair and delicate features with a contemplative look. Something was tugging at the back of his mind, but he couldn’t quite force it forward. “If you ever want a guide though, I’m your man.” He chuckled, again not seeing how such an easy promise might make the woman uncomfortable. “It would be the least I could do, what with you saving my life.”

Memorable, he smiled at the word. If there was one thing that Barclay didn’t need to worry about, it was being memorable. She would be a bright spot wherever she ended up. He was just lucky she happened to be right where she was. “It’s stunning. You have obviously put your heart into your work,” He commended, offering her another easy smile as he met her gaze. “I think anyone who lays eyes on it will surely remember it for its beauty.”

To his credit, Cassio tried his best not to squirm as she thoroughly cleaned the wound with hydrogen peroxide. He wasn’t particularly fond of the sensations, but he knew from experience how necessary the step was. The last thing he wanted to do was get an infection. There was no way he could avoid a doctor then. Still, he was grateful for distraction. “Birch tree,” He nodded, taking in the meaning of her name with careful intention. How perfectly named she was; he wondered if her parents had some inkling of what she would become. Although magic did not necessarily pass from parents to children, he had heard of witch families before. “It fits you well,” He said once more, both to reiterate that he found her name beautiful and to partially distract himself from the needle about to pierce his skin. But, despite how much he wanted to place a barrier between himself and the needle, he knew the time had come. All that he could do now was brace himself and let Barclay take care of the rest. “I will do my best Doctor Bishop.” And with that final reassurance, he closed his eyes and tried to focus on anything else as she sewed him back up.

The initial sting was only the start of the whole terrible sensation. He hated the prolonged feeling of the thread moving through his skin, pulling it back together and the way the needle kept pricking his skin. It was not pleasant in the slightest and Cassio had to fight the urge to inch away. He began to hum under his breath to distract himself, his eyelids twitching and his mouth pulled into a grimace. This was not fun. Not fun at all. But he had gone through worse before. Besides, he trusted Barclay. She would get him through this. That at least, was something he did not doubt in the slightest.



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 Posted: May 21 2018, 04:26 PM
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Barclay blamed fairytales for the awful reputation witches had been given. The villain was always some sort of witch or creature connected to magic. Most of the time they were crucified for what they did and instilled a fear of magic and witches into small children. When those children grew older they remembered the horrible stories of the witches and evil queens cursing and tricking people and projected those fears onto the real and living witches. It wasn’t fair. She didn’t grow up to those fairytales, but she did grow up to her parents warning her about how people could be cruel and if she did end up a witch then she had to be careful. People would treat her differently because of what she was if they found out what she was. There were witches out there that harmed others like the ones in fairytales. What happened to her friend Sebastian was a prime example. Luckily, she had been able to cure his illness, but someone had been horrible enough to want to harm the kind demon.

A soft laugh escaped her lips when he agreed to being an awful liar. He was genuine. She liked that. She knew for what reasons he was trying to cover his behind so there was nothing to get upset over here. She supposed he was a rather truthful person then. That something she could appreciate. She was caught off guard though when he joked about not being good at strip poker. A rosy coloring came to her cheeks and she kept her eyes cast down and away from him. “Oh…” She said softly and trailed off, not really sure what more to say. She couldn’t look at him now. She had been trying to forget that she had a half-nude man on the floor of her shop and now her bright blue gaze was tempted to take a glance at the six-pack out on display for her to take in. She was in no way one of those women would went out to hook up with men. Nope. She still held her v-card in her pocket. It wasn’t that she was saving herself for marriage or anything. She was just simply looking for the right person. She hadn’t yet found him. Although her search wasn’t much of a search either. She rarely went out and didn’t have very many friends to do such a thing. She wasn’t in much of a hurry. She didn’t think she was missing much.

“Magical is strange like that, isn’t it? You think it’ll go one way then then it sways another.” She said with a shrug, pausing in her work for a moment before hurrying along. “I thought it would have been some ironic joke if my magic had settled on fire. Being a red head, I probably would have endured being the back end of some jokes.” She said, shaking her head a bit. She wasn’t sure why she shared that with him, but she supposed it was the obvious.

She smiled when he told her that she could visit his home country. She’d never been west of Michigan before, let alone out of the country. Traveling by herself? Now that sounded frightening all on its own. She could never do that. Plus, how could she leave Trent behind? He needed her here. Or at least that’s what she had convinced herself of. Maybe that was why she hadn’t yet found someone to call her own. All of her concern and energy went to making sure her brother was alright along with everybody else she cared about. “I wish I could… I’m afraid I’ve never been out of the country before. I’d be so lost. I definitely don’t know Spanish. The French I took in high school wouldn’t be of any help.” She said with a half-smile. “Best leave the world traveling to the world traveler.” She dreamed of just being out in some tropical forest. She could go out to Narvik whenever she wanted. There were acres and acres of land for her to mediate on and manipulate. Traveling just sounded more appealing.

“I’m sure you do. There are some beautiful things out there in the world if you know where to look.” She said softly, briefly glancing up at him and meeting his dark stare. She quickly looked away. How long had been staring at her like that? She couldn’t help but blush again, hoping he wouldn’t notice. He was truly handsome, but he was just a stranger she was stitching up. That was all. Just a kind stranger who needed her help like everybody else. She was fine with that. She raised an eyebrow when he offered up his services as a guide. “That would be amazing…” She smiled, daring to peer at him again. “This is nothing. It would have been cruel to leave you out there.” She said with a shrug. “Maybe someday I’ll take you up on that offer.”

She was about to thank him for the compliment when she paused. She met his gaze again. Was he still talking about the shop? That’s what she thought they were still talking about. “Thank you…” She whispered softly. She studied his face quietly. Did he realize what he was saying could be misconstrued? No. It seemed not. “I hope so…”

She knew the stinging sensation was not the most enjoyable thing in the world, but it had to be done. An infection would be even more unpleasant. She internally apologized as she cleaned the wound, hoping that if they kept talking it would help him ignore the subtle discomfort. She listened as he repeated her words as if he was testing it out on his own lips. At least he was distracted while she worked. “I like to think so. It’s a little ironic.” She said with a smile as she readied to sew him up. She could tell he was getting a little uneasy as she threaded the needle. Unfortunately, she didn’t think there was anything she could do to ease the pain for that. Perhaps she could whip up a numbing cream, but that would take too long and she needed to get this wound shut quickly. She laughed when he called her ‘Doctor Bishop.’ She wished. Maybe someday.

She focused on the task at hand, trying to ignore the grimace on his face. “I’m sorry…” She whispered softly and she pulled the wound together. It took her a couple of minutes, but eventually she had finished. She tied off the string and cut it with a small pair of scissors she had taken from the kit. “There. Done.” She said and grabbed a small hand towel from the kit to clean the blood from his skin. “Not quite as good as new… But it’ll get there.” She set the towel on the ground to soak up some of the blood that had dripped there and grabbed some fresh gauze. She rolled it out and cut off a good size. She doubled it up and taped it down to his skin with the first aide tape. “That should hold for now. You might need to change it in the morning, but I think you’ll be alright.” She paused for a moment. “Do you want to come upstairs? I can get you painkillers and you can use my phone… Unless you want to stay here…” She offered rather meekly.


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