‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍𝓖͟𝑯OSTBUSTER ⊹ . 📽.ᐟ

that hand reaching toward him comes as a quieter shock. inside, something fractures and sparks, but outwardly, edwin is seamless——he slides his own hand into levi's, perhaps borrowing a little courage from the merlot still warm on ⤸

not by any generous stretch would edwin ever think of himself as colorful———but here, now, softened by the wine and the company, he might almost entertain it. he looks at levi a beat too long. “sure,” he concedes, laughter dipping ⤸

not quite, that’s what my coven thinks of me. ah. damn. sorry to hear that—does it come with a family curse or somethin’ ?

yeah. most of us are either executed or dying from old age. others are hiding too well. guess i’m a fuckin’ loser in that case.

no. he is a witch. but his spell is making things worse.

massive koi pond. that would sound lovely if it weren't a bunch of ghosts.

it gives him ideas to turn over. edwin nods along, lips pursing. “i was actually in the market for a new pitcher.” he swirls what remains of the wine in his glass, watching it catch the light. “any chance you could teach me how ⤸

if only it were possible to ignore, in his case, he would kill for some peace of mind.

You should not act as though forty is hurtling towards you, then. That is a long way away.

You're forty years old?

unbearable enough to make him want to rip off his head.

ah. how unbearable does his become?

fidgeting with his rings⸺his mind is full of cacophony again.