fortune bay

Kitchen Witch Ingredients Master Post

Enjoy, witch-fam!

Wealth & Prosperity
Salt, Almonds, Banana, Beans, Cabbage, Cinnamon, Ginger, Lettuce, Spinach, Pumpkin, Onion, Pasta, Pomegranate, Potato, Rice, Strawberry, Tomato, Basil, Clove, Orange, Cacao, Poppy Seeds, Parsley

Apple, Avocado, Cherries, Chamomile, Cinnamon, Ginger, Lemon, Lettuce, Thyme, Pasta, Strawberry, Sugar, Tomato, Basil, Orange, Poppy Seeds, Rosemary, Parsley

Apple, Banana, Carrot, Egg, Poppy Seeds

Salt, Black Pepper, Bay, Rosemary, Broccoli, Beans, Parsley, Carrot, Cabbage, Cinnamon, Coconut, Garlic, Lettuce, Soy, Onion, Pasta, Potato, Rice, Tomato, Basil, Clove

Bay, Carrot, Chamomile, Cinnamon, Garlic, Ginger, Lemon, Pumpkin, Onion, Potato, Salt, Tomato, Mint, Cacao, Rosemary, Cilantro

Wisdom & Insight
Almonds, Apple, Beans, Sage

Sexuality & Lust
Avocado, Beans, Carrot, Celery, Cinnamon, Ginger, Sugar, Cacao, Vanilla, Parsley

Salt, Black Pepper, Bay, Coconut, Garlic, Lemon, Thyme, Onion, Rosemary, Sage

Beans, Cherries, Egg, Lettuce, Clove, Orange

Luck & Good Fortune
Salt, Bay, Cabbage, Ginger, Pomegranate, Potato, Strawberry, Basil, Orange, Poppy Seeds

Psychic Power & Ability
Bay, Celery, Cinnamon, Garlic, Thyme, Soy, Mushrooms

Positivity & Happiness
Cherries, Coffee, Basil, Rosemary

Peace & Harmony
Chamomile, Celery, Lettuce, Cilantro

Mental Stimulus & Clarity
Celery, Basil, Clove, Lemongrass, Mint, Rosemary, Sage, Vanilla

Prosperity spell candle.
-green candle (or any color of your choosing)
-coins for money representation
-green aventurine for positivity and perseverance
-lemon verbena herb for strength
- bay leaf to write name of one in need on for the wish
After adding the coins, stone and herbs, light the candle, crush the bay leaf and sprinkle into candles fire. I also carved the good fortune rune onto the candle. If meant for a friend or someone else you can give the candle to them and tell them to light it when ever they need a boost. ^_^

In ancient Rome, bay trees were believed to be immune from the strikes of lightning. The Roman emperor Tiberius always crowned himself with bay leaves during a thunderstorm.

Bay trees, seemingly withered and dead, can revive in vitality even after a protracted time, which led bay to be used at funerals as an emblem of resurrection. If your bay leaves withered upon your tree, it was an omen portending a death in the family.

The crackle of a bay leaf when thrown into a fire is a sign of good fortune. Bay leaves that burn silently mean bad luck. Bay leaves placed under your pillow will bring pleasant dreams.

Jet Pack Blues

Author’s Note: These Fanfic Song Drabbles are not ending up as drabbles. I get carried away with them, because I get lost into writing. I hope you guys don’t mind. 

Requested by @awkward-rogue​: Are you still doing the song Drabble requests because I’ve got one XD “Jet Pack Blues” by Fall Out Boy?

Summary: Steve is never home, because he can’t accept the fact that he has one with you. When Wanda shows his worst fear, his opinion on that changes, but is he too late?

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Words: 2207 (Not really a drabble, huh? Oops)

I got those jet pack blues
Just like Judy
The kind that make June feel like September
I’m the last one that you’ll ever remember

“You’re always gone!” you accused, flailing your arms in frustration. You turned around, so your back was facing him. You were so angry that tears were threatening to fall, and the last you need is for him to see. You pinched the bridge of your nose, trying to prevent the tears from falling.

Steve stated firmly, “It’s my job Y/N. I can’t believe how selfish you are being right now.” He had his uniform on, and he stood behind you with arms crossed in front of his chest.

Shocked, you abruptly turned around. “I’m sorry that I want to spend more time with Steve,” you hissed, dripping sarcasm.

Rolling his eyes, Steve informed, “I do want to spend time with you, but I have priorities-“

“And I’m just not one of them,” you interrupted.

“Of course, you’re one of them, Y/N,” he said, rubbing his forehead in frustration. “It’s just that-“

“I’m not your first one,” you interrupted again.

His hands dropped to his sides, balling into fists. “Stop putting words in my mouth,” he demanded. “Right now, the people need me. People are going to die, and I need to be there to try and prevent that.” He turned around to grab his shield that was leaning on the wall.

“Yeah,” you stated, stepping towards Steve. “Right now, the people need you. But it’s not just right now Steve. You’re always gone, accepting any and all missions that come your way. How do you think that makes me feel?”

Steve headed towards the door, not even looking at you. “I have to go Y/N. We can talk about this later.” He twisted the knob, opening the door.

“Just come home safe, okay?” you said. You were angry with Steve. This was the most angry you have ever been with Steve, but you loved him nevertheless.

Without acknowledgment, Steve walked out of the door, closing it behind him.

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Dream Of Me

Title: Dream Of Me
Character(s) Featured: Steve Rogers, Clint Barton, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanov, Bruce Banner, Pietro Maximoff, Wanda Maximoff, Ultron
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader
Genre: Romance/Drama
Rating: M (Mature 13+)
Author’s Note: Howdy, howdy, howdy! Hi everyone! I hope your days or nights are going well. I’m glad you are joining me for another Request One-Shot. This was sent to me by an Anon who is interested in a Steve x Reader. Anon requests: I’d like to request a oneshot taking place during AOU. The reader is in love with Steve and Wanda shows her the dream she showed Steve. Reader gets upset that Steve is still hung up on Peggy so when they get to Clint’s farm she distanced herself from him and begins to act cold towards him. He confronts her and they have an argument. Reader says something mean about Peggy and Steve is furious. He asks what her problem is and she yells, “Can’t you see that I love you?!” Super fluffy and cheesy please. I don’t think I made it very fluffy and cheesy but I still hope you like it, Anon! Enjoy everybody!
Summary: While Steve was frozen, S.H.I.E.L.D. managed to extract the super serum from a vial of his blood. You were the chosen subject for the trial experiment. It was a success but besides receiving the same qualities of Captain America, it woke a dormant gene in your DNA that gives you the ability to control all four elements and their other forms; Fire, Water, Earth, and Air. You two met, hoping he could help you with your new gift, and you could help him understand the new world around him. This wasn’t supposed to happened. You weren’t supposed to fall in love with him. He’s just your team member. But when the ghosts of his past come to haunt him, you realize that you want him to be so much more.

“Ahh, Junior. You’re gonna break your old man’s heart.” Tony said, feigning sadness as he confronted his hostile creation Ultron. The metallic machine stared at his creator, “If I have to.” Behind him were a woman with long brown hair tied in a sloppy ponytail and a man with a mixture of platinum blonde and black hair. Judging by their closeness, you assumed they were siblings or lovers. “You don’t have to break anything.” Thor said, as Cap pushed you behind him protectively. “Clearly, you’ve never made an omelette.” Ultron remarked. As much as it denied a relationship with Tony Stark, he sure had a lot of his sass. “He beat me by one second.” He replied back, keeping an eye on his creation within his red and gold iron suit. Try as you may, you couldn’t help but giggle, causing the captain to glance at you sideways. You cleared your throat as you looked around for any element you could manipulate.

In the year Steve Rogers was dug out from his frozen tomb, SHIELD believed if they extracted and then harvested the serum from the captain’s blood, perhaps the world would be a safer place. Out of all of the recruits who have trained to become the next soldier, you were considered the best. They knew that they probably would not create the same effect as Rogers’ transformation but they were willing to try since they had a willing Guinea pig: you. As they strapped you in and prepared you for the procedure, you took deep breaths and focused on the rhythm of your beating heart.
It was a strange feeling as the liquid entered your system. As it coursed through your veins, it felt like fire spreading throughout your entire body and quickly after was an electrifying shock from your injection site to your ligaments. Your figure, once simply and slender, thickened with pure muscle. Your natural curves were more pronounced, giving you a voluptuous silhouette. Your h/c hair lengthened, and moved with soft tendrils rolling down your back. Your eyes, a dull e/c color then shined and dazzled brighter than ever. You stood from the hospital bed as a brand new woman.
However, something felt terribly wrong. Your hand suddenly formed ice onto your fingertips. The air in the secluded room howled and blew. Vines and branches broke through the skin on your left side while your long shining hair went up in flames. The scientists had to sedate you in order for you to stop. After further testing, they realized that a part of your genes lied dormant in your genetic material until the serum gave it enough strength to mutate your entire DNA. You now had the ability to control the elements of the earth. If things weren’t weird enough, you found out Captain America, the First Avenger, has been thawed and brought back from the dead. That wasn’t the weird part though. They wanted you to bring him up to date with the new century. How were you gonna do that now?
Steve met you while you were struggling with your new abilities. You were placed in an isolated room under observation. He agreed to the experiment when the world was in a time of need. Now they subjected you to the same thing without the right people to watch over you. He entered the room slowly, his gaze on you at all time as he moved closer towards you. You watched him attentively, mesmerized the shimmering blue in his eyes. You never knew how handsome he was. No, handsome didn’t even cover describing his beauty. It wasn’t only his appearance but his heart that pulled you to him. You felt heat centering in the apples of your cheeks as you tried your best to silent the rapid beating of your heart. “Hello ma’am. My name is Captain Steve Rogers, I take it you are Miss L/N.” He said, cautiously, the t-shirt he was given stretching to the point of ripping in half. Oh my…,you thought to yourself, your e/c eyes dilating as you took in all of his muscular body. You shook your head quickly to rid yourself of that thought. You can’t think of him that way. “…Y/N. Just y/n. And I know who you are, Captain.” You softly smiled in which he did the same in return. It was brilliant for a man who’s been under ice for about 70 years. You two continued conversing, forming a bond that you never would’ve imagined creating with a man like him. As time passed, your admiration for Steve grew into attraction which later grew into love. Be as it may, whether admiration or love, you knew it would never exceed more than that.

“I’m glad you asked that, because I wanted to take this time to explain my evil plan!” It said, using magnetism to bring Tony forth and then shooting him close range with its repulsors. You wanted to freeze Ultron but the atmosphere of your surroundings was too hot to produce ice from your own moisture. It was too humid to use the air around your team to defend them and since you were on a metal ship, nothing could grow. You saw a blue blur zoom right past you knocking you down after punching Steve right in the jaw, sending him to the floor. You tried to gain your footing but it was becoming impossible with dozens of Ulysses Klaue’s goons charging towards you. You quickly turned to Steve, who was fighting his own opponents. “Cap! Your shield!” You yelled, holding out your hand to grab. He threw it to you in the nick of time, aiming the vibranium disc straight down the middle. Like a stack of dominoes, each one fell behind the other, knocking each other conscious once they hit the grated floor. “Strike!” You shouted, calling back the shield with your magnetic gauntlet. In the midst of all of this chaos, you heard someone asked Thor for a status report, “The girl tried to warp my mind. Take special care, I doubt a human could keep her at bay…Fortunately, I am mighty.” However, after that Thor went silent as did many of your other teammates. “Does anyone copy? Guys? Guys, we have to get out of here. We-” You attempted to contact them but the moment you turned your heel, you were swept away to another location. It appeared to be a dancehall, round tables placed to the sides to give way for a large dance floor. It was beautiful in its simplicity, the room lit in a soft glow of red yellow. Flashes of happy couples dancing around you, all dressed in vintage clothing. You were in another time, specifically, the 1940’s. “Are you ready for our dance?” You heard a soft British female voice ask. You turned your head in that same direction and saw a beautiful young woman with brown hair and red lips. As you moved closer, you noticed combed back blonde hair and two of the saddest blue eyes you’ve seen. Steve. “The war’s over, Steve. We can go home!” She happily said, a sudden glimpse of the two dancing close shattered your heart and brought tears to your eyes. You finally recognized who that woman was: Peggy Carter. “Steve…?” You struggled to call out his name, your voice cracking at the sight of them together. You shut your eyes tightly, mentally chanting that it was just a bad dream. Your eyes fluttered open, only to see Steve gently place his lips on her cherry red ones. “No…Steve…Oh, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up…”
His ears heard you, pleading and begging for something to end. When he opened his eyes, he saw you on the ground building a cocoon around you out of leaves and twigs. Rogers feared for your life, and so pulled away from Peggy to get to you. But she grabbed him by his wrist, with a look of hurt on her face, “Steve, where are you going? You owe me a dance, remember?” He took a glance at agent Carter and then went back to you, trying to decide who should be top priority. Something felt wrong, and it clicked that this wasn’t real. The captain made his choice once he heard you said his name, pleading for his help. “I’m sorry, Peg but…there’s someone else.” His combat boots grew heavy, the ground in which he stood liquefied, like quicksand. His eyes widened when your figure dissipated and he found himself on the quinjet.
You were huddled in a corner, your entire self shaken from what you envisioned. He still loves her. You promised yourself that you would push away the feelings to the darkest and farthest point in your mind but when you saw them in a sweet embrace, it tore you a new one. Tony sat beside you, wrapping a blanket around your curled body. “Hey kid, how are you feeling?” He asked, holding you sideways as he rubbed your arm in comfort. You looked up at the billionaire, pulling the dark grey fabric closer to your body. Stark shot you a concerned smile, leaning his head against yours. Steve sat on the opposite end of the plane, recollecting the brief image he had in his head of Peggy, and of you. He knew he would never stop loving Peg, she was the first woman who saw him for the man he always strived to be: a good simple man. Besides her beauty, he was fascinated by her wit, her agility, and zest. He wanted a chance with the agent, a chance he lost when he hit the ice cold waters. His blue eyes looked up to see Tony holding you sweetly and it struck a nerve that he never knew existed. He clenched his jaw as he saw him brush a h/c strand of your hair from your face. His muscles tightened at the sight of him whispering in your ear. He was too close for comfort and Steve couldn’t tolerate it. Despite all that, he sat still as he realized that he has no right to forbid the close proximity of your bodies. But damn, how he wanted to. Rogers paused for a moment. Was he jealous? You two spent many days together; you connecting him to the present, and he helped you with your serum enhanced abilities. He enjoyed your company, adored your smile, and even loved your exaggerated pout and scrunched up nose whenever you were mad you didn’t get your way. Steve recalled the nights in which you slept in his arms when you two stayed up late training. The flashback caused his heart to skip a beat, a sensation very real and too painful to ignore. Captain stole a glance once again, this time seeing you enveloped in Tony’s arms. The same way you would rest on his chest. “Cap, you okay?” Clint ask as he placed the quinjet on autopilot. His eyes still locked and yours and Tony’s embrace, he replied in a stern voice, “Yeah…I’m fine.”

The team landed on the location of the ‘safehouse’ which Clint failed to mention to the others it was in reality, his own home. The others were confused and bewildered to the reason the safehouse would be a simple farm in the middle of nowhere. You and Natasha knew better. You both walked into the room, a pale morbid versions of yourselves as you two properly smiled to Laura, Barton’s wife. Hawkeye walked towards her, embracing her as everyone had a dumbfounded look on their faces. “This is an agent of some kind,” Tony said, the couple moving closer as Clint introduced his wife, “Gentlemen, this is Laura.”
“I know all of your names,” She smiled, when two youngsters, a boy and girl, raced to hug their father. “Oh, incoming. Hi sweetheart! Hey buddy,” The archer greeted them, one after the other giving him a tight hug. “How are you doin’? Look at your face! Oh my goodness!”
Stark, with his mouth slightly hanging open, pointed at the children, “These are…smaller agents.”
Hawkeye’s little girl glanced up at her father and asked, “Did you bring antie Nat and antie Y/N?” You turned to Natasha, as if mentally talking her to push away your grim expressions and smile for her like nothing had happened. She nodded and you both moved into her line of vision, “Well, why don’t you hug them and find out?!” Her small hands wrapped around both of your necks tightly, ecstatic you both were here to visit. Clint’s oldest child also joined in and snaked his tiny arms around your waist, both not letting go. Your smile turned genuine as you felt their warmth around you but quickly died down when you took a glimpse at Steve and realize that you would never ever be capable of having this with the man you loved. “How’s little Natasha doing, huh?” Widow cooed at Laura’s swelling pregnant belly. She playfully grimaced, “Actually, she’s…Nathaniel and *Male Version of Y/N*. Sorry.” You beamed at the mention that one of their children will bear your name. You silently thank them both, your eyes meeting briefly in delight. Nat bent down at the same level of her stomach and whispered, “Traitor.” Thor stepped out as he tried to recalled the pieces of his hallucination, particularly the flashes of six stones. Steve followed, unsure why his teammate left. Thor flew into the cloud covered skies after stating his reason of departure, Rogers walked up the steps of the porch but stopped once he reached the doorway. Images of him and Peggy dancing, close to sharing a kiss quickly turned to you with tears in your eyes and a heartbroken look on your face, froze him in his place. He took a gander at the farm and its inhabitants, sensing the love and care put into their own little world. He could never had that. He relinquished that possibility the moment he signed up for the experiment. And there’s no way to take it back now.

You and the team agreed to help out with the chores as a sign of gratitude for accommodating them on such short notice. Bruce and Natasha stayed inside, in desperate need of a shower. Clint went to change to assist with any other housework. The kids pleaded and urged you to come out and play tag with them. You couldn’t say no to the embellished sad puppy eyed looks they both were giving. You changed into some spare clothing Laura was kind enough to lend to you that would feel more comfortable than the tight leather like uniform you always donned. A plain flannel shirt that fit your form like a glove, showing just enough cleavage to make a man stop and stare. The pair of jeans she handed to you hugged your hips smoothly, your round and perky backside enhanced by the denim material that tightened and lifted it. You put on the tan work boots Clint saved for you the last time you were here and went out the door, deciding that it was for the best that you stay away from the Captain for awhile.

Steve, along with Tony, was chopping firewood a few feet from the house, and building a significant pile between the two of them (more from Steve than Tony). The super soldier turned his head to the side briefly, watching you playing with the children. He stared at your beaming smile, and listened to your contagious laughter as Clint’s kids pounced on you which caused you to fall to the ground with them on top of you. You then proceeded to create a small snowball in your hand. You threw it up in the air where it exploded into snowflakes underneath the three of you. The captain couldn’t help but smile at the scene. Lately, however, you have been avoiding him like if he was the plague. Ever moment he was at least a feet near you, you would ask for a chore to help with and went on your merry way. He went back to cutting the pieces of wood with a somber expression on his face. Stark noticed the way he attentively watched you, and as a matter of fact, Steve always needed to be near you. The problem was, Rogers didn’t know it himself. Yes, the billionaire knew how you felt for Spangles. Much as you did try to dissuade him, he wasn’t named a genius for nothing. However, he had more pressing matters to deal with other than your love life. “Thor didn’t say where he was going for answers?” He asked as he split the wood in half. “Sometimes my teammates don’t tell me things. I was kinda hoping Thor would be the exception.” Steve replied, chopping the piece of trunk with ease. “Yeah. Give him time. We don’t know what the Maximoff kid showed him.”
“I don’t know what she showed you. I just know it made you do something stupid. ‘Earth’s Mightiest Heroes’…pulled us apart like cotton candy.” The blonde super soldier retorted. Stark examined him briefly, noticing he wasn’t as shaken as the rest of them, “Seems like you walked away alright.”
“Is that a problem?” He narrowed his blue eyes at the billionaire engineer, not caring for whatever he was insinuating. What he envisioned wasn’t easy to swallow, and what he was trying to determined in his heart wasn’t any easier.
“I don’t trust a guy without a dark side. Call me old fashioned.” Tony quipped, shrugging his shoulders after lifting the axe. Steve’s tolerance for him was wearing thin. He already had too much in his mind, he didn’t need this as well. “Well, let’s just say you haven’t seen it yet.”
“You know Ultron is trying to tear us apart, right?”
Steve snapped back, “Well I guess you’d know. Whether you tell us is a bit of a question.”
Tony attempted to explain himself and the reason behind Ultron, “Banner and I were doing research-”
“That would affect the team,” Rogers cut him off, frustrating Tony even more. He yelled in reply, “That would end the team! Isn’t that the mission? Isn’t that the ‘why we fight’, so we can end the fight, so we get to go home?!” Steve couldn’t hold back any longer the annoyance of having to explain the most obvious and simple reason to avoid making such mistakes. In anger, he pulled apart one of the wood parts in half with his bare hands. Tony gave him an unimpressed look, his heighten temper not phasing him one bit. “Every time someone tries to win a war before it starts, innocent people die. Every time.” Iron man remain silent at his answer. Steve wasn’t wrong. However, some of the world’s mightiest heroes were human too. Though they fought to bring peace on Earth, when will it be their time for peace? Laura interrupted their discussion and approached Tony, “I’m sorry. Mr. Stark? Uh, Clint said you wouldn’t mind, but, our tractor doesn’t seem to want to start at all. I thought maybe you might…”
“Yeah, I’ll give it a kick. Don’t take from my pile,” The brown eyed man said to Steve, pointing at the tiny pile of firewood besides the mountain of pile that was Steve’s.

Before lunchtime would hit, Clint asked you if you could grab some milk for tomorrow morning’s breakfast. You began to regret mentioning to the archer that you worked in a farm back home. “Long time, no see Bessie. How you doing, ol’ girl?” Your hand brushed the fine black and white coat on the Holstein cow. You didn’t know that a tall muscular blonde had followed you into the barn. You began to grab two of Bessie’s utters, scretching them in a downward position for the white liquid substance to fall into the bucket below. The barn animal swished her tail as you followed a rhythm in milking her. Steve watched the curve of your back, your shirt hiking up to reveal your smooth s/c skin. For some reason, he never noticed your beauty in such detail until that moment. He had to talk to you. He had to understand why you distancing yourself from him. Maybe then, he could understand why it was bothering him so much. “y/n? Can we talk for second?”
You lifted your head and accidentally tugged too hard on one of Bessie’s utters. She mooed in anger, followed by a loud snort. “Sorry, Bess.” You apologized before standing up and facing Captain Rogers. His cerulean eyes looked to the hay covered ground before he looked back up at you. Your eyes were this brilliant shade of e/c that he had seen before. Perhaps the brightest was always there but he never gave you a second glance until now. “What are you doing here, Steve?” You asked, a tone of hostility in your voice. “I want to know why you’ve been avoiding me lately. Even since that Maximoff kid messed with our minds, you haven’t said one word to me.” He moved closer to you, attempting to close the gap between you two but you moved further away from him. “Why does it matter? We’re teammates, not friends.” You stated, callously. Your answer hit him hard, harder than it should’ve. It was close to the feeling of when he lost Bucky. “I know you don’t mean that. We’ve been friends since I came back. You were nice enough to show me -”
“Yeah, but it wasn’t enough, was it?! I’m not enough! Because I’m not this…beautiful…proper…British bitch who made all the men of the 1940’s go ga-ga over her!” You snapped, letting out all of your frustrations of that vision onto Steve. He began annoyed at the mention of Peggy’s reputation being put into question. Besides the fact that he did have feelings for her once, he respected her as a reliable agent, “What the hell is your problem?!”
“Can’t you see that I’m in love with you, you idiot?!” You exclaimed, rapidly covering your mouth with both of your hands. Your body temperature rose, a reddish hue reaching your cheeks to the tips of your ears. There was a long and very awkward silence with the large four wooden walls of that barn. Not mentioning the occasional sounds from Bessie. “You’re…? With me?” He asked, astonished at your declaration. “Why didn’t you tell me before?”
You hung your head down, “There were times that I wanted to but I was so afraid of what you would say. Then after seeing you with her…it made it all too clear that the only woman you’ll ever love is…her.” And in that moment, there was no thinking, no logic running through Steve Rogers’ mind; there was only love that swelled in his heart. Without hesitation, he crashed into your lips, almost devouring them as he held you in his arms. He couldn’t break for air, he didn’t want to. His large hands brushed through your h/c locks, cascading down to the small of your back. A moan of pleasure escaped your mouth as he finally released your from his grasp. “She was the first woman I ever loved…” He said, you cast your eyes to floor. “But you are the last and only woman I want by my side from here on in.” You looked up at him, not believing what you just heard. “I love you, y/n. It took a hell of a hallucination to realize it but if it got me to this point, I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Steve explained, stroking your cheek with his thumb. You wrapped your arms around his neck tightly, cherishing the moment, and impregnated in your mind. You did not know what the future holds for you two, and what was to come within these few days but you did know one thing: You two will go through together.

lokiodinsonblog  asked:


“The hydrogen peroxide is in the top left drawer,” Bayanai informed Bryce, pointing it out with his trunk. She didn’t even have to say anything for him to know what she was looking for; as the manifestation of her soul, he simply just knew.

“Hm?” Bryce mumbled distractedly before finding the bottle. “Oh, thanks Bay.”

Elephant daemons were uncommon among scientists. Usually they came in the form of primates, corvids, or rodents. Fortunately, Bay wasn’t as large as a real elephant, only the size of a large dog while still maintaining the proportions of an adult Borneo Pygmy elephant. Since he was too big to help with delicate lab work, he instead chose to lay down and observe from her side while offering input.

It was an unusual system, but it worked for them.