. WITCHGROUPIE .

        ❦ 𝔠𝔩𝔬𝔰𝔢𝔡  𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔣𝔬𝔯 @attritio

“Do they haunt you?” They was a vague term, the witch herself not really understanding their context, but her following words should have made it clear to him. “One of them can’t walk. Always asking me to find his boots.” A pause. “And why does he keep talking about a bird?” On cue, there was a caw. “What does this have to do with you?” 

                      An immediate notion toyed with him like a mockery from a past life, making him ponder if her question had been hypothetical. His thoughts were corrected as she spoke for the second time. An alarm went off in his head. Did they haunt him? she’d asked, the inquiry echoing internally. His answer was simple, No. An unspoken answer, of course, because – how could she know about them? ⊰ SHE AIN’T NORMAL, KID ⊱ the bird took a dive on its side, feathers giving a dry sound as they flapped along. 
                           “Not with me.” Eric said, lowered voice. 
                                                “With a man and a woman, once.”