[ got no salvation / got no religion ]

[witchsupreme]

WHO: witchsupreme thelaughingmage
WHAT: Magic people doing magic!
WHERE: somewhere in a gutter in New York
WHEN: Evening
WARNINGS: just look at who is in this log. just. look.

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[thelaughingmage]

John almost laughed out loud when she melted out of the shadows to sidle up next to the idiot.

Nico matched the decor, but hell if she blended in. She was turning heads where she stood, a live wire crackling with ominous, barely leashed energy. Even mundanes felt it without knowing what it was. She drew them in like suicidal moths, and fried them just about as easily.

No surprise the arse went for her. A man who wanted blindly enough to truck with Outer Things would never have the self-preservation to keep away from that. This knob-end sat behind unscalable walls of narcissism and played with lightning while he thought he was untouchable.

Nico could take care of this, but John was rather in the mood for something less easy.

Of a sudden, he wasn't blending anymore. An arrogant lift to the chin had the obscurity slipping off his shoulders as he started toward them, nakedly dangerous and smiling sly as a shark with a secret. Rich-boy had the scent on him. John could smell it over the sweat of the crowd--the reek of deep oceans and magic. He'd already tapped it, had the taste, wanted to go further.

John could do further. "Magic's like Christmas, innit?" he purred. "You just can't resist a sneak preview. See anything you liked?"