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Do you have a muses page? Been clicking around but can't seem to find it.

ʚ♡ɞ — still working on it! haven't had the time to finish it up. should be up soonish though!

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ʚ♡ɞ — be around playing some guild wars if anyone wants to plot. feel free to shoot me a message!

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ʚ♡ɞ — wally was a bit on the clumsier side when it came to the occult, but he made up for it with rigorous studying. whenever he wasn't studying for college classes, he was instead brushing up on his knowledge, deep in a couple demonology books at the same time. ❛ lucky for you, valentine's day's c-coming up— which reminds me— we need to s-stock up on some m-more rose petals and s-strawberry seeds. ❜ nothing like major holidays to keep business going.

the affection made the young boy smile, the kiss to his crown a familiar sentiment that he'd missed over the past couple of days. wally managed to turn himself around in his dad's embrace, now facing him, returning a kiss to the older man's cheek. ❛ you w-were gone for... for like— two and a h-half days, dad. ❜ the affection was something wally didn't want to go without— he wasn't particularly popular with the boys and girls at school, never had been. so to come home to a loving father definitely made up for it. ❛ this is w-why people say y-youre a big softie. ❜ a quiet tease, a small smirk tugging at the boy's lips. the contrast between their bodies on full display now, wally's scrawny frame pressed firmly against his father's muscular one. ❛ but... b-but i guess i m-missed you too. ❜ hands settle against his dad's lower back, pulling him in tighter. ❛ want me to start p-prepping the shop for opening? ❜

Leo had every confidence in Wally. He knew instinctively that the place was in safe hands when Wally was at the helm. He hadn't raised Wally with the occult in mind for nothing, to not empower him to be safe. It was nice, doing what he needed to do, and then being able to come back and not have to worry. The wards helped too. The sigils that kept out malevolent forces. He trusted his son, but he also wanted to protect him. "Let's not get crazy. Exorcisms and dealing with nasty spirits only pays so many of the bills. I need that occult boom every year."

His son's hands laced atop his own and he let himself relax a little, settling close to Wally, his head angled down, nose in Wally's hair. He inhaled the scent of shampoo and something unique to the younger man. "Good. The Victorian one has been eyeing me lately, Thought she'd for sure make a break for it when I left." Leo smirked and smiled gently. "I always miss you when I have to leave. Is it too tight?" Leo asked, his tone curious before he kissed the back of Wally's head, right at the crown.

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ʚ♡ɞ — leo being away wasn't anything out of the ordinary, something wally had gotten used to over time. he managed the store fairly well in his father's absence, something he'd been entrusted since turning eighteen a few years back. most days were quiet, a customer here and there — giving him ample time to stay on top of his studies in between. halloween was worse — the yearly occult fad that had everyone storming the store for knickknacks and trinkets, then it died down again.

the older man's voice brought a smile to wally's face, the familiar embrace of his father's strong arms making it easy to settle against his sturdy frame. ❛ i'll m-make sure a stray candle lights the p-place on fire next time so y-you have a little more e-excitement to c-come home to. ❜ an obvious joke, cranes his neck slightly to smile up at his dad. wally let his own hands rest on top of leo's, fingers rubbing along his dad's before interlocking. ❛ not... not anymore t-than they usually do. how w-was the trip? j-judging from how... how tight you're h-holding me i'd s-say you missed me m-more. ❜

Business matters. Demons were technically his business. An exorcism and a banishing. It wasn't a sales conference, but it was something. These things tended to last a few days, but Leo's work had been over in record time, and just like that he was back to the normal life. As normal life as it possibly could be. He owned an occult store. People came to him for the things the speak with the dead, to contact the other side. Not milk or eggs or key making or watch fixing. His key slid into the front door and the bell above it rang out, a deep and resonating sound, not shrill and sharp. "Wally!" Leo called out, voice deep and booming through the space. "Shop's not burned down, that's all I can ask for." He glanced around, finding his son, setting his bag down. "I am proud." Beaming, Leo walked over and hugged the younger man from behind, pulling him close. "Miss me? Did the haunted dolls move?"

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+ @neighbormen asked for wally.

ʚ♡ɞ — it was another early morning for wally, prepping for upcoming exams while simultaneously trying to run an occult store wasn't exactly the easiest thing to combine — especially when his dad had been away for the past couple of days on business matters. the store hadn't opened yet, still had an hour or so to stare at his laptop and go over one of his biology courses before opening.

the boy tapped away at his keyboard for a little while, correcting any mistakes he saw, but ultimately getting bored with the subject matter — too much revising of the same thing. his eyes darted across the room, falling on some shelves that needed restocking, so he got up and re-arranged some of the things that were placed on them, added some where there were missing. dad should be coming back soon, he thinks to himself. right before opening, too.

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Asa Butterfield

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