littlewitchlilim

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I’m not crazy, if that’s what you’re thinking. THE WALKING DEAD, 10.20

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Mila Kunis

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shopping | corvina & lilim

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Corvina typically tried to avoid lingering in town when she didn't need to work, preferring to get anything they needed from the forest surrounding her home or from the Laras, Asharran, or Rocheilles districts. But on this occasion, there was a shop in the Trade district that did have something that they needed. A type of seed that when crushed would make the material she was working with more supple.

As she looked through the various tinctures, they felt a pair of eyes on them. The shadow witch was accustomed to eyes on her, having heard a tale or two of their exploits through the decades told in dark corners whilst none were the wiser to her presence. But they elected to ignore it, figuring it was some other customer or the owner themselves. She knew better than to speak when not spoken to.

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Lilim was shopping herself for a plant that she wasn't able to easily locate in the forest on one side of Destarin. It liked to grow in the dark and cold and was often fodder for the local wildlife, which made it more rare than she'd prefer paying for. But some things were inevitable, and the witch suspected it was the final ingredient she needed for the potion that would temporarily make her fireproof. A boon when one worked so close to the element on a daily basis.

The octogenarian followed the gaze of the other woman, wondering if she could find a potential friend or ally when she had none in the city. "If you're looking at that for a healing potion, a bezoar would work better than the seed."

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roses and rosemary | lilith & lilim

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Open Starter: Location: Roses and Rosemary

Lilith flitted around her shop, using the hand held mister she'd invested in long ago, giving each of her flowers a spritz as she walked by. Owning and operating a shop that not only served as a florist, but also a one stop shop for all your herbal remedy (or revenge) needs, kept her close to her roots and reminded her well of her mother.

Even after all these years she still grieved the woman, choosing to remember the times during her childhood when her mother had so carefully show her the way of witchcraft, always speaking in patient tones as Lilith learned everything she had to teach. Sometimes she could still hear her voice, guiding her hand as she was helping each customer, and it gave her a bit of peace that even though she was gone, her teachings would live on through Lilith.

Her wares ranged from the rarest of flowers, to the rarest of herbs dried and fresh from her garden depending on the client's needs. She found fulfillment in owning her shop. She may not have inherited more than a couple of true gifts from her mother, but those she had, she cherished. She also didn't mind dealing someones tarot cards as well, always curious to see what someone's future had in store.

She heard the bell ding above the door and turned around, fluttering her wings a bit and blowing a piece of hair out of her face. "Welcome to Roses and Rosemary," she said, smiling sweetly. "What can I help you with today?

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"Potion ingredients," she spurted out fairly awkwardly, but then again she was hardly the most socialized person in Destarin. Lilim had lived in a sheltered, all-female coven until she was 18 and mostly kept to herself since they'd been slaughtered. And she'd been groomed. 'People skills' would not exactly be high on the serial killer's list of positives.

Magic, she knew. There were only vague flittings of memory when it came to the people who had raised her, but she'd figured out her specialty all the same. Her tastes tended to run twisted, but that wasn't entirely her fault. She'd been made that way.

Noting that her entrance was not exactly the most graceful, the witch tried to find better common ground to start the interaction with. "I like your wings," she uttered, lips twisting softly. "And your hair is really pretty. I'm Lilim," she introduced and likely overshared, big toe of her right foot dragging behind her left foot as she was certain she had fucked this up royally.

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"So I spiced up your life?" the witch assumed with pursed lips trying to avoid smiling too wide. Destarin often seemed boring compared to the life she'd led before opening shop here. Surely the stranger could appreciate something different than usual?

But Lilim was still somewhat confused. How could a human with no discernable magic fix the bird's? It was a power she'd never come across and she was curious, to say the least. "I have a pocket watch," she offered, holding out the broken object and fascinated to watch him work on it. Especially given the magic in that. "My Daddy gave it to me, it's important."

Nolan could feel the heat in his face and his neck both from embarrassment and exasperation. He sputtered again slightly, his mouth opening and closing several times as he tried to find the right words to say that no, there just should not be the assumption to unclothe with such a vague statement, but the words were lost on his tongue and he settled for glowering at her suggestion that this was just a bit of fun.

"A bit of fun that will cost me many hours of work." He muttered under his breath as she looked around the shop, resting his hands stiffly on the counter in front of him.

"I purchased him like that. The magic was broken but I fixed him, and I will again." He said simply, offering no other explanation. "Did you need something fixed, or do you regularly come into shops to cause 'bits of fun'?"

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It wasn't every day that the people of Destarin appreciated her odd sort of art. The only reason the shop was still in business was because she was - what was it called? Independently wealthy? Lilim didn't need the business to eat or put a roof over her head, something for which she would be forever grateful to her Daddy for. "Really?!?" she almost squealed when he said marvelous twice, all but jumping up and down and clapping her hands together.

"And Lilim will do fine, my ... Ariel?" She wasn't accustomed to titles, or fancy people like the emissary before her. All she could think to do was imitate his affectation. And apparently completely misunderstand his meaning despite petting the grotesque elephant as he said those words. "I live upstairs if you'd like, though!" It was perhaps more enthusiasm than was necessary, but it wasn't often she met potential friends that weren't glass or ceramic.

It took a few beats to understand that the man had been speaking about the elephant and not herself, the witch blinking a few times before finally responding. "Phil. He's Phil the Elephant. Mostly because he has more legs than his fill."

Ariel was decidedly not frightened when the entire shop of figurines seemed to collectively wake, glass and ceramic suddenly malleable and moving as if to shake off sleep. No, the expression that came over Ariel's face as he looked around the shop once more was not fear, but delight.

"Marvelous," he said, the word more breath than sound. The elephant alighting on his shoulder startled a laugh out of him, and he clapped his hands together in excitement, said, "Marvelous!" again, louder this time. Head craned slightly to look at the small glass creature on his shoulder, he held his hand out to it the way one might extend a hand for a dog to sniff.

"'Ariel' will do fine, my lady," he assured her. He would have waved a hand to dismiss the titles further, had he not been occupied by stroking a finger over the top of the ceramic elephant's head, the edge of one of its infernal wings. "How utterly charming you are! Perhaps I'll take you home."

He was still grinning when he finally met Lilim's gaze again. "A pleasure, Miss Morrigan, truly." He raised a hand to gesture at the creature perched on her shoulder, apparently unfazed by the many teeth. "And who is this fine fellow?"

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She hadn't meant to wander in, not really. But the night's prey had entered the tavern and she had followed to keep an eye on the man. Once she had the scent of her next victim (even if she couldn't really smell them like a predator), it was difficult for Lilim to give them up.

Thus she found herself being approached by the man, pulled up short for a moment at the question. The witch didn't often drink, and certainly not enough to have a preference for what she wanted to drink. "I don't really know. Do you have a recommendation? Not red wine though, it's too sour for me."

CLOSED STARTER for @littlewitchlilim location ; the tavern where Yazi works

How exactly this Pandok had gotten a job as a bartender was anyone's guess. He didn't understand the first thing about drinking culture, and he could barely keep three glasses in the air.

He still did however, Yazi found that having a job meant he had money and also meant that his witch was proud of him for doing something other than making mud sculptures.

He offered his best customer-service smile and gestured for the new patron to have a seat at the bar. "What would you like to drink?" he asked.

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"Exactly," she breathed. It was a rarity for anyone to 'get it' but Ying seemed to understand completely. "He is very fierce and very scary so he does his job the way he's supposed to." Freddie was also her closest friend, but she didn't dare say as much out loud. The witch had yet to meet anyone who fully understood her connection with the bear; why it was so bloody, where the teeth and fangs came from. She'd learned long ago what was considered acceptable to share in polite company and what wasn't.

A smile slipped through as he seemed to take to the figurines as much as her favorite bear. Maybe he would understand, but it would take time for her to fully disclose everything. Lilim had been chased out of enough cities and towns to know what was wise and what wasn't when it came to her magic. "Thank you," she all but cooed as she witnessed how much the man seemed to appreciate what she could do. "He's my favorite but I can always make another Cerebus just for me. Aren't they so cute?"

“Psht,” Ying snorted, waving his hands as if to dismiss the thought.  “He's no monster.  He's an adorable little guard bear with a fierce visage.  That's exactly what one looks for in a guard bear.”  He felt himself getting along extremely well with the curio maker.  There was enough in their magic that made them see the world in a similar light. 

The necromancer followed right along behind the witch, curious to see just what kind of figurines she had for sale.  He couldn't help but giggle in awe at how lifelike they seemed.  “Wow, these are all so amazing!”  Reaching out a finger, he gave each puppy head a scratch under the chin and behind the ears.  “There's nothing to be afraid of from him.  Three heads just means more to love on. Though if he's your favorite I don't want to take him from you.”

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"You're welcome," she responded cheerily, clearly viewing the past memory with a different eye than he. There were few things she loved more than to be bloody and giggling. While some base part of her understood most people didn't enjoy such a thing, it still didn't bother her to see the red-soaked memory.

"I wish I could help more." It wasn't clear to even Lilim if she was lying or not. There was a hard part in her heart that was still upset over the destroyed magic and figurine despite the apologies. But there was that innocent side to her that didn't enjoy bathing in blood and chaos. "I'm Lilim," she finally introduced, sticking her hand out and expecting to curtsy as the man returned the sentiment and gave his name.

Finally, he got through to her. Tennyson was familiar enough with magic to know that it needed concentration in many forms of it, so he forced himself to stay patient, but was watching very carefully. How her eyes moved under her eyelids, searching for something in her mind. Could this be it? Were they acquaintances before? Tennyson doubted it, otherwise there would have likely been a different sort of reunion, one that was likely... better.

When her hand was extended, he got closer, eye level to her palm and watching this version of him over and over again, stumbling out of a stony room with blood on him. And it wasn't just a few specks here and there - it was all over. And he was smiling. It was too small for him to squint and see what could have possibly been behind him, and there were no other people seen in this vision. Tennyson swallowed thickly, and there was the faintest pulsing behind his forehead. Suddenly he felt dizzy - this wasn't what he hoped he would uncover about himself, but it confirmed some horrible suspicions. Some, not all. "Thank you," he managed to say, steadying himself with a hand on the wall. It faded from her hand, but that was going to be etched in his fresh memory for good now, replaying itself over and over again.

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"I can do a glamour easily enough," the witch offered back at the idea of turning her hair or eyes fun colors. Likely it was why her ... hobbies went mostly unnoticed. Lilim often disguised herself when she went hunting at night. It was the fear of her victims that spawned her interest less than getting away with things - well, it wasn't entirely under anyone's noses in Destarin, was it? "But flying sounds fun!" The witch could levitate things easily enough with her wand, but never had applied such magic to her own being. The imitation of fairy wings would be possible, but they'd hardly be functional.

She didn't know how to explain her particular brand of magic to Zelda. She didn't know how to explain it to most people. It was often something she had to demonstrate, and at the moment was without stuffies or figurines. "I make things move that shouldn't," was the best she could offer. "It kind of scares people sometimes." Often times, but she was old enough in her second century to understand that she should soften certain things about herself when it came to strangers.

"Oh, sweetie, if it's any consolation, I'm not all that good myself," she said, in a whisper as if they were sharing the cutest secret. "Not in the serious manner of course. I'm not one that does well with healing and any serious bravado, like some masters in alchemy. I only specialize in the mostly harmless. So if you want to fly for a few hours, or temporarily turn your hair or eyes some fun colors, I'm your girl." Appearance changing was popular, and Zelda's personal favorites to make. Those she had gotten pretty good at recently - she helped someone from going bald recently, that made her pretty proud.

"I'm an elf!" she said proudly. "Any magic that I know how to do is very baseline, that's why the potions are oftentimes temporary. A lot of it is nature-based magic too, and many ingredients are certain herbs, flowers, seeds, and the like - just mixed up with a pinch of magic." Zelda sighed, sitting on a stool once she had led the two of them up to the potions floor. "How about yourself?"

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She was far from a Destarin native, but settled and conditioned enough. The witch enjoyed the lawlessness of the city and took advantage of it often. It wasn't a well-known fact, but it was a fact all the same.

Lilim perked up a bit as the man seemed to finally understand that these weeds and undergrowth, she saw as promise and potential. "I can make a list," she swore genuinely, even going so far as to get up on tippy toes and clasp her hands behind her back. "It all sounds amazing. Even the lilac." Which she was not a fan of, but was a little excited now that they seemed to be speaking the same language. And she was no longer burning his topiaries down.

At her lack of a response, the nymph shrugged. It was a bit insulting that she hadn't remembered a single thing about his home, and he started to think about how his last meeting with a Destarin native had gone. Maybe this was how it felt like.

His eyebrows furrowed, and he reached to the scorched soil beneath his soles. It would make a nice starting ground for a garden, for witches and apothecaries alike. "If you give me a list, I'll learn a great deal about plants I never would have thought twice about before. Purpose is beautiful, their purpose will make them more appealing to my heart." Even if his eyes would disagree on the matter. "I'll have terracotta pots, woven wicker vegetable gardens and a fountain delivered here this week. Shall this give you enough time to bring the list to my office? You can't miss it, there's a lilac tree by the front door, in the Laras."

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THE WALKING DEAD | 10x15 "The Tower"

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"To some people, Freddie is a true monster," she confessed, feeling more at home with this stranger than she'd felt in a long time. The witch had no control over the dead like a necromancer, but she could see where their abilities overlapped. Which made her wonder just what they could do if they merged their powers -- something magical and horrific and wonderful.

Lilim giggled at the word 'ambulatory' as it applied to Freddie, heart growing a little as she watched the man interact with her beloved bear. At his question, both witch and bear nodded as she led the way to the dog figurines. Some were perfectly normal looking, some using their rear leg to scratch themselves or perking up at the possibility of being 'adopted.' And then there were others with more heads and legs and tails than usual, or longer necks and bigger ears. "He's my favorite," she pointed at her vision of Cerebus, letting the glass figure climb up onto her finger. "Most people are too scared of him, he's lonely." Not a metaphor, by any means.

Ying was confused at first as to why the young witch blushed at his statement, but he placed the pieces together as she spoke.  “I did, a long time ago.  I'm a necromancer and during the war I had to use my abilities to help defend Cheridi.  Most of the time it was just the usual zombies and other undead.  There were a few times however where something more was needed and I ended up making some true monsters.”

The necromancer laughed at how eagerly the teddy bear scrambled up his leg, reaching down to help him up.  “Well aren't you well made and ambulatory.”  Ying chuckled, ruffling his fur and scratching him behind his ear.  Shifting the bear around, Ying set him on his shoulder so they could make their way over to where the young lady pointed.  “Would you like to help me pick out a couple?” the necromancer asked both of the teddy bear and his maker.

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Have you ever had something special taken from you?

"People have tried. It doesn't go well for them."

OOC: Please don't hurt the stuffies. She can get over losing figurines on accident, but her stuffies? Bad. Bad bad bad idea. Someone should try. It won't go well.

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"I don't know," she answered honestly. So many of her travels had taken her around the continent and it was difficult to string one together to another. It was fortunate she even remembered that much about Criritha. The witch remembered kills, not the backdrop behind them.

Francesco almost brought out a full foot stomp at his gut reaction to her words. What he saw as weeds, she saw as useful, and wasn't that the root of their disagreement here? They seemed to swing between civil and annoyed which ... she was not unaccustomed to with most. Lilim was a curated taste at best. She'd been made that way for a reason.

"If I give you a list, will you stop calling them disgraceful? They might be useless for you, but ..." The witch seemed to freeze as she traveled that particular mental roller coaster. Disgraceful hit her in the gut for reasons she could never express. "That doesn't make them all bad."

"Correct ! So you've been there," then she must have known that where he came from, beauty bloomed everywhere. The shores, the heights, the plains, the cities. It went beyond flowers : old carved stones, beautiful smith work, delicate carpentry and a special attention given to harmony. "What did you think of Crirtha then?" What he missed most about his hometown was their taste for harmony. Unfortunately, instead of seeing a more chaotic kind of beauty, he saw it as dirty.

But the mood shifted as she insisted her weeds were essential. "Weeds remain disgraceful no matter their use." The man took a deep breath. He shouldn't have snapped. He shouldn't have raised his voice. No one ever seemed to understand why he was getting so upset about something so mundane. Most people didn't care for plants, unless they were in their plates or in a vase.

"Apologies. I would appreciate a list of plants you could use. I'll do my best with that."

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Do you ever decorate your nails?

"Kind of?"

"Or I decorate them the way I like them, though Daddy used to tell me I should clean the dried blood out from under my fingernails before eating."