“Nattie, I’m fucking terrified. Is this even legal?”
You’re gripping her hand so tight that you’re sure that you’re crushing her
bones.
She gives you a withering look, before pulling up her
sleeve. “It works, every time, guaranteed. Look at mine. Perfectly passive, and
it’s gotten me my dream job and boyfriend.”
Your eyes linger over the highly detailed tattoo on her
bicep, before looking back up at her. “You sure that this guy won’t use
his…tattoo powers to murder me?”
She snorts, leaning against the brick wall. “He’s not
allowed to do that, he doesn’t know what he’s casting but they can’t involve
death or illness. Well…maybe illness, but there’ll be a good outcome. He sort
of has a selection of objects, and you choose them, and they’re meant to
influence your tattoo’s meaning. People don’t know what they’re getting, but in
the end, it’ll be something that they’ve wanted for a while.”
“Do you know how sketchy that sounds?” You cross your
arms, heart running wild with panic and oh shit this is a horrible idea isn’t
it–
“Shut up, you’ll be fine,” Nat snatches your hand and
marches you towards the door of the building, “you can’t miss your designated
appointment, he stores his magic up for each client.”
“So what is he? A wizard? Like, from Harry Potter?” The
bell tinkles as you enter the waiting room area. You take a brief look around,
taking in the modern interior, with succulents on benches and plant pots
dangling from the ceilings. There’s nothing ‘magic’ to this, what with fluffy
blankets on the arms of the sofas, and industrial light bulbs casting a glow
over the room.
“I’d prefer the word ‘alchemist,’ but you can call me a
wizard if you want.” A voice says behind you, and you shriek, whipping around
instantly.
Toad's Cave 