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[atinylittlepain]

Apothecary - Chapter Four

joel miller x witchy!reader

series masterlist

questions are answered and truths are revealed. and they both cross lines they won't be coming back from.

warnings | 18+ canon-typical violence, angst, canon-typical descriptions of gore, smut (shhhh don't tell anyone) annnd spooky times, of course

a/n | y'all fucking rock for loving and supporting this series so much <3 my inbox is always open and i love to hear your thoughts about it. also i should mention this chapter is just a little bit longer, so get comfy before reading :)

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The sun is only just rising when she sees him out of her house. Joel finds himself squinting in the faint morning light as he steps out on her porch, his eyes bleary from a night without sleep. 

“We’ll talk more later, right?” She leans against the doorframe, arms crossed as she asks him. He can see the worry lining her furrowed expression and he impulsively ducks his head to press a quick kiss to her lips, wanting to smooth out any uncertainty in her.

“Tonight, after my shift. Can I come by then?” Her expression eases into a smile and she nods, untucking her hand from where it was crossed under her arm to offer him a small tin– of what, he isn’t sure. 

“Salve made with comfrey root. For pain and swelling in those knuckles of yours.” Joel is starting to accept that knowing her is being constantly surprised by her, so he just nods and mumbles a soft thank you, taking the tin from her with his hand that isn’t all bandaged up.

“I’ll see you tonight, Joel.” 

“I’ll be here, darlin.” He’s still getting used to it, being able to reach for her and her reaching back, so his motions are a bit disjointed when he shuffles closer in search of another kiss. She makes it easier, though, bringing a hand to his jaw, a steady guide drawing him in. His nose barely brushes against hers when he jerks away in a flash, biting back a yelp as something brushes up against his ankles. He can tell that she’s holding back a laugh as she smoothly scoops Stevie up in her arms, the feline nuzzling up against her chin immediately.

“I think someone might be a little jealous.” Joel finds himself mirroring her easy smile, shaking his head before leaning in to steal that kiss he had been set on. It’s a quick little thing, Stevie letting out an indignant meow between them as he pulls away.

“You better go before Tommy comes looking for you.” One more look, one more smile, it feels like pulling away from a magnet as he leaves. He moves through town not fully there, his mind swirling with everything she told him last night. But the haze he finds himself walking through quickly clears when he makes it to the gate, finding his brother talking to Mason, who is clearly wound up judging by the way he’s in Tommy’s face. As Joel gets closer, Tommy’s eyes dart over Mason’s shoulder to him, prompting the man to turn around, revealing a clearly broken nose. Mason scoffs, looking once between Tommy and Joel before storming past them.

“Got something you wanna tell me, brother?” Tommy cocks an eyebrow at him, eyes glancing down to Joel’s bandaged hand before settling back on his face. 

“He got what he deserved.” Tommy snorts at that, crossing his arms over his chest. 

“Oh, I know. It’s the talk of the town. Joel Miller went where no man has gone before– the witch’s lair.” He knows his brother is joking by the way he can barely get the words out behind a laugh, but Joel is having a hard time finding it amusing, huffing as he shoulders past Tommy, heading toward the stables to mount up and head out.

He and Tommy work well together, always have, and today is no different as they ride out for patrol, but what is normally a comforting quiet only gives Joel more time to stew over her dizzying story.

As far back as we could trace it– we’ve always been like this.

It’s energetic, really. Where others are closed, we’re open wide. 

I see the world in threads. Everything is tied together. What I do– what people call magic– is pulling on those threads.

He knows that he still doesn’t fully understand, but he reckons that she doesn’t fully understand either. What she could tell him, she did. 

She told him about growing up in Wyoming with her mother, how she first told her about these abilities when she caught her talking to a bird, and it seemed to be talking back. 

She told him how her mother was both revered and repelled in their small town, much the same way she is in Jackson. 

She told him that her mother had a vision the summer before everything fell apart, and took her out of her senior year of high school and up into the mountains to hide away while the world crumbled. 

She told him how they lived well like that for many years, until her mother had another one of her visions behind now milky eyes. A vision that it was time to go. 

She told him about the night before they were planning to leave, raiders coming in the dark and a stray bullet finding a home between her mother’s ribs. She wandered on her own for weeks, willing death to rejoin her with her family, but was instead found by Maria and one of the Jackson patrol groups. 

She told him about her time in Jackson. The people she helped. The lives she got tangled up with. And the men whom she always kept at a distance, beacons of grief and reminders of what people really thought of her.

She spoke as if in a trance, her eyes and voice unwavering save for the shuddering breaths she took between words. And when she finished, Joel had risen from his seat and coaxed her up with him, pressing her close in his arms until the shake in her shoulders steadied. 

He’s gotten the truth now, and he spins it over and over in his mind, his thoughts flitting up into the thin mountain air.

…

She’s being followed. Has been since she set out on her rounds this morning, paying house visits to folks in Jackson that need her care. Stevie lets out a sour hiss from her place tucked in her satchel, and she chances a glance over her shoulder. Sure enough, the black dog is following behind her at a close but respectable distance. If it hadn’t been going on since she left her house this morning, she probably wouldn’t even notice. But it had been sitting right next to her mailbox, head tilted at her as she stepped down from her porch, and she knew then that this wasn’t just a random visitor. It was an omen.

“Go on, get!” She waves her arm behind her, uselessly trying to shoo the dog away, who only looks at her with that same head tilt. 

Four other times this had happened. 

The first time, it had been an inky black crow, squawking and hopping along from house to house, trailing behind her. They brought him back that night, slung over the back of one of the horses, a smear of bullet wounds in his back.

The second time, it had been a rat that skittered along fence posts and wove between people’s feet. He didn’t even make it out of the gates that morning, trampled to death by a newly-trained horse. 

The third time, it had been a beetle, a creature certainly not indigenous to Wyoming. She kept picking it up in a glass jar and taking it outside, but everytime, it found its way back into her shop. A freak accident, people said, for someone so young to have a heart attack so suddenly. 

The fourth time, it had been a black dog, the same black dog following her today, though it’s now much grayer in the face. They didn’t even bring his body back that time, not after he was infected.

Finishing her last house call, she jerkily makes her way toward her shop, trying to ignore the icy prickle shivering up her spine at the sound of paws padding behind her. She’s trying not to look like a freak, but judging by the glances people are giving her as she walks through town, she isn’t doing a very good job of hiding her mounting panic. 

“I said go away.”

“Woah, I thought you told me you needed my help today, but I can go I guess.” She whips around from where she had been scolding the mutt at the sound of Ellie’s voice, finding her waiting in front of the store.

“I’m sorry, Ellie. I wasn’t talking to you, I was– well, I was–” She motions vaguely behind her to the dog that has now sat on its haunches, panting lightly and looking at them. Ellie, however, is entirely unbothered by the animal, walking right over to it and crouching down to pat its scruffy head. The sight makes her feel a bit sick, knowing exactly what the presence of this animal means.

“C-c’mon, that thing probably has fleas. Let’s go inside and get to work, alright?” Ellie smiles up at her, nodding with a sigh as she walks over to where she is unlocking the door to the shop. She keeps her eye on the dog over Ellie’s shoulder, even as she opens the door and motions for the girl to go inside. 

“You’re acting– weird.” She mutters something about not sleeping well, and although Ellie doesn’t seem to buy that, she shuffles inside. Before she follows after Ellie, she sets her satchel down just inside the door, Stevie stepping out and running to the back of the shop in search of the girl. She turns around to face the dog who has now inched closer to her, and does the only thing she can think to do.

The people of Jackson got quite the show that afternoon as she chased the scruffy mutt, her arms waving and muttered curses loosing from her lips, as far away from her shop as she could. 

“You stay. Do you hear me? He’s coming back– h-he is.” With a final huff, she turns on her heel, stomping a direct path back to the shop and slamming the door behind her, Stevie’s and Ellie’s heads whipping up at her blustery entrance. She just huffs at their wide-eyed stares, her shoulders slumping when she glances back through the shop door window and sees that damn dog sitting on the stoop, head eternally tilted.

…

It’s been a slow day of patrol. They rode up around the dam, relieved to not find any raiders, a seemingly perpetual nuisance. It must be late in the afternoon when they decide to start heading back through the thickening woods.

“So, you two are really making a go of it, huh?” Joel glances over at Tommy, grunting at his brother’s prying question.

“Suppose we are.” Tommy chuckles.

“You never did take any of my advice. Good luck, brother. But please, try not to make a habit out of busting people’s faces for her.” It’s meant in jest, but Joel shoots him a hard look from atop his horse.

“You would’ve done the same if you had seen what he did to her.” When Tommy’s brow furrows, Joel lets out a bitter laugh.

“What? Did Mason leave out that detail? I watched that fucker slam her head against a wall, Tommy. If I hadn’t stopped him, he would’ve done much worse.” Tommy mutters a low jesus christ under his breath, shaking his head at Joel’s words.

“Fuck, Joel– I’ll talk to Maria about this–”

“Don’t. Asshole like that– best to just let it go. I think I made my point. But if he tries anything again, I won’t hesitate, Tommy. I just won’t.” Tommy offers him a faint nod, both of them settling back into silence as they continue riding. 

It happens in a flash. Someone– or something– comes bounding out of the trees, spooking Joel’s horse enough that he gets thrown right off. He groans, scrambling to get to his feet as Tommy wheels around, but before Joel can get his bearings, he’s tackled back down to the ground. 

Snapping teeth and garbled shrieks, a disorienting mix as he struggles to push the clicker off of him. He can’t hear anything else, no clue if Tommy is alright, if they have any shot of making it out of this alive. All he can do is flail on the ground with this snarling creature, his bare hands doing little to repel its staggering force.

A cool fear starts to trickle in. A fear that this might be the time he doesn’t make it back.

…

She’s watching the clock, face scrunched into a permanent scowl of worry. The beds of her nails had all been picked raw several hours ago, and she had only stopped when they started to bleed. In her spiraling state, she had sent Ellie off early, not wanting to draw any more attention to her obvious anxiety. Stevie sits in the storefront window, hissing and clawing at the dog who has now laid down in front of the store.

It isn’t her fault. She tells herself this, over and over. She knows that it isn’t her fault. That it hadn’t ever been her fault, not now and not before. Deep down, she knows this, but the nagging voices of Jackson, and what people believe contrarily, seeps in around the edges of her mind, a sour poison that settles thick in her thoughts. And she braces herself for the worst, a full body tensing, waiting for the news to come.

Five o’clock. He should’ve been back an hour ago. But just as the clock rolls over into the new hour, Stevie stops hissing altogether. She gets up from her stool behind the old checkout counter, craning her neck to look out the window, but finds no sign of the dog that had been following her all day. 

She moves before she thinks, leaving the door to the shop ajar as she stumbles out and starts walking briskly toward the town’s gate. When she rounds the corner and the gate comes into her line of sight, the slow creaking of its opening resounding in her bones, her feet kick up into a stilted jog. It barely registers to her that she’s crying, the cool slip of it running down her cheeks. When she only sees Tommy riding in, she stops in her tracks, heart stuttering still in her chest. But she breaks into a sprint when Joel comes into sight, riding in just behind his brother. 

She lets out a yelp of his name, his head jerking up at the sound. A sob breaks in her ribs when his eyes meet hers, and he’s quick to slip down off his horse, taking a few tentative steps forward before she’s crashing right into him. 

A hard breath is pushed out of him as he stumbles back a few paces, his arms wrapping firm around her as she presses her face into his chest, her hands clinging to the fabric of his shirt. When she finally pulls away, she brings her hands to his jaw, holding his face still as her eyes search his.

“Are you– are you ok?” He nods, clearly caught off guard by her frenzied greeting.

“I am, but– how did you– I mean, I’m fine. Just a little bruised. But I’ll live.” His words make a laugh bubble up in her throat, and when she lets it loose he really does look at her like she’s gone crazy.

“The dog was wrong–” She lets out another bright laugh.

“The dog was wrong!” His brow creases in even greater confusion.

“What dog? What’re you talk–” She cuts him off with a hard kiss, a smooch really, the kind that would make a cartoon character’s head explode in a shower of confetti hearts. But Joel’s blush when she pulls away with a sweet smack accomplishes much the same effect.

“I am so glad you’re back.” 

…

“Damn, is this soup magic? Because it’s way better than anything Joel cooks.” 

“Kid.” Ellie looks up at him from where she’s all but face-planted into her bowl of soup, shrugging at his scolding. She takes it in stride, though, laughing at Ellie’s exclamation.

“Not magic– but I’m glad you like it.” It’s a strange sight, her sitting at his kitchen table. It had been even stranger watching her flit around his kitchen, cooking for him and Ellie like she had done it hundreds of times before. But she had insisted after he told her what happened on patrol, not letting him get another word in edgewise as she led him first to her shop to pick up Stevie and that satchel of hers, and then to his house where she had immediately gotten to work with whatever odds and ends she could find in his fridge. Joel would never protest at the promise of a hot meal that he didn’t have to make, and he has to admit that the kid is right, the soup is really fucking good.

The rest of their meal passes quietly, the continuous purrs of Stevie sitting in Ellie’s lap being interrupted only when Ellie finishes her bowl with a contented groan.

“That was so fucking good, seriously. Can you come over more often? Because Joel’s idea of cooking is opening a can of really old chef boyardee beef–”

“Kid.” Joel is entirely mortified, but once again, Ellie just huffs, coaxing Stevie off her lap and standing up to take her bowl to the sink, glancing at them over her shoulder.

“What? It’s true. Anyways, I gotta run– Dina and I are going to movie night together.” Ellie wiggles her eyebrows as she leans back against the sink, but before Joel can even tell her to be safe, she’s already bounding through the house and out the front door with a loud “don’t wait up!” All he can do is slump back in his chair with a huff.

“That nudge you gave Ellie is going to send me to an early grave.” She snorts at that, sitting back in her own chair across from him and crossing her arms over her chest.

“I think it’s sweet– a little young love could do this world some good.” With that, she gets up, grabbing her own bowl as well as his and heading over to the sink. He goes to get up, protesting at her cleaning up after them, but finds himself sitting back down with a wince that catches her attention.

“You feeling alright?”

“I mean– no. Feel like I got thrown off a horse, probably because I did.” She offers him a small smile, tilting her head.

“Let me get this cleaned up, huh? I think I can help with that.”

Just a little while later, when she has him lead her up into his bathroom, Joel reckons that her idea of helping may give him a heart attack.

“Do you like the water really really hot, or just warm?” He has to clear his throat and pull his eyes away from the soft curve of her jeans where she’s bent over the tub, fiddling with the faucet, before he can answer.

“Um, I don’t– I don’t know. I guess I’ve never actually used this thing.” She whips around at that, brow furrowed.

“You’re kidding, right? You have this super nice tub, and you’ve never used it?” When all he does is shrug, she sighs.

“Well, I’ll just have to show you what you’re missing out on then. Can you go grab my bag? I left it right next to the stairs.” He pads out into the hallway, finding her satchel slung over the top of the railing of the stairs just as Stevie comes slinking up the steps. 

“She asked me to get her bag for– Jesus christ, I’m talking to a cat.” He swipes a palm down his face, letting out a long sigh, only slightly shocked when Stevie lets out an inquisitive mrrp that sounds a whole lot like a response. 

“You stay, alright? Go– be creepy somewhere else.” At that, Stevie lets out an indignant mroowww, tilting her head at him. It’s certainly a first for him, having a staredown with a cat, but he assumes he wins when Stevie turns away with another little mrrp, padding silently back down the steps. 

When he reenters the bathroom, a haze of steam has filled up the room, and she’s sitting on the edge of the tub, checking the temperature of the water with her hand.

“There you are, thanks for grabbing that. You didn’t happen to see Stevie out there, did you?”

“Hmm? Oh, um, no, I didn’t. “ Luckily, she buys his answer, shaking her head with a light laugh as she takes her bag from him.

“Probably slinked off to find some trouble for the night. Anyways, let me finish getting this ready for you.” She pulls out a cloth sack from her satchel, digging her hand in and sprinkling what looks like salt over the bath. Before he can even ask, she explains it to him with a smile.

“Epsom salt. There’s a lake up in the mountains that dries out every summer and there’s always tons of this stuff on the lakebed. Mixed with a little lavender and chamomile to calm down inflammation.” He speaks before he can really think about it, feeling like a fool the instant the words leave his mouth.

“You’re amazing, d’you know that?” She laughs, keeping her eyes turned down as she swirls the water a few times with her hand before standing up to look at him.

“It should be all set. I recommend staying in there for at least a half hour, but really, if you can soak for more like an hour that’d be best.” She’s moving and talking so fast, slinging her bag over her shoulder and heading for the door, that Joel can barely stutter out his response, the flush creeping up his neck only burning brighter when he does.

“Wait– I thought you– um, I thought– would you– stay?” Fucking hell, just bury me now, why don’t you? Her eyes widen first, but then soften as a grin crooks across her lips.

“Joel Miller, are you asking me to join you?” 

“Only if you’d say yes.” Her grin broadens, beautiful and blinding. 

“Well, since you asked so nicely.”

…

She realizes a bit too late that she’s nervous, her fingers trembling at the button of her jeans as they both silently undress. Her ears prick to the sound of a belt buckle clinking, the clean sweep of leather being pulled out of belt loops, followed by the quick thrum of a zipper. But she doesn’t look at him, not yet, to save what little nerve she still has worked up.

And then, when they’re both standing in a puddle of clothes, she wills her eyes to peel away from the tiled floor. She sees him in fragments, darting glances over sun-faded skin and soft strength, a thatch of dark curls that she tries not to stare at for too long. She finally looks at his face, and sees that he’s doing much the same, darkened eyes collecting her. She lets him.

“We should, um, we should get in– before the water gets cold.” She mentally kicks herself for the wobble in her voice, but Joel doesn’t seem to notice. In fact, he doesn’t seem to notice at all, his eyes still roaming over her. She says his name, and his focus snaps back to attention.

“Um, right– I’ll just–” There’s nothing graceful about Joel Miller getting into a bathtub, and that’s how she knows she’s really taken with him, because somehow she still finds it endearing. And she just about swoons when he holds a hand out to her over the lip of the tub. 

She doesn’t let herself think too hard about it, sinking into the warm water, her back facing him as she sits down between his legs. A careful hand slips over her hip, causing her to peer over her shoulder at him.

“This ok?” She hums her affirmation, letting him guide her back until she’s pressed up against the warmth of his chest. His palm skates over the top of her thigh, arcing out of the water to rest on top of her bent knee. 

“Just relax, darlin.” “I’m pretty sure you’re the one who’s supposed to be relaxing.” She feels the vibration of his hummed response running up her spine, and it coaxes her to slump further against him, her head resting back on his shoulder.

“Oh, I am, believe me.” She laughs at that, though it fizzles out when his hand dips back down under the water, fingers curling at the crux of her thigh.

“Can I ask you something?” She’s a little too distracted by the way his thumb is rubbing circles into the soft inside of her thigh to be embarrassed by the breathy uh-huh she responds with.

“Heard a rumor about you from some of the women in town.” That makes her stiffen in his hold, only melting a little when he presses a sweet kiss to the side of her neck.

“I bet you heard a lot of rumors from them.” He hums again, low and gravelly.

“I did– but I really wanna know if this one is true.” She tilts her chin up, neck crooking to look at him and the faint smirk he’s sporting.

“They said they’ve seen you out in the middle of the night, dancing naked in your backyard.” Water splashes up against the sides of the tub as she laughs, squawks really, at his words, quickly turning in his hold and tangling her hands behind his neck. She can feel him, warm and hard, resting along her thigh as she straddles him, and she revels in the pretty flush that spreads across his cheeks. She’s got Joel Miller flustered, and she likes it. Taking him for all he’s worth, she leans in, letting her lips trace the shell of his ear as she speaks.

“Only on Halloween, baby.” His fingers grip a little tighter along the plush of her hips, and she has to giggle at the spluttering exhale he lets out.

“Jesus christ– are you serious?” She sighs, tilting her head at him as she tugs lightly at the curls at the nape of his neck.

“I guess you’ll just have to wait and see, huh?” He swallows her laugh, lips finally slotting with hers, his palm trailing up her spine to press her closer, and it’s right then that she realizes how badly she had been jonesing for a kiss from him. This one is different than any they’ve shared before. It’s a kiss that takes its time, a slow exploration punctuated by murmuring sighs and wandering hands. She finds that he’s a stubborn kisser, always trying to get the upper hand, his tongue swiping across her lip before licking into her mouth. But she doesn’t let him have it for long, her teeth grazing his bottom lip, reveling in the little groan he lets out and using it to her advantage as she presses closer to him, the peaked slopes of her nipples dragging across his chest. 

He shifts his hips down and away from the back of the tub, giving her space to wrap her legs around his waist, ankles grazing his low back and she thinks briefly that his bathroom is going to be a mess, water sloshing out over the sides of the tub with their increasingly frantic movements. Though she doesn’t have much time to worry about it when he ducks his head down, pressing a sweet kiss to her sternum that is starkly contrasted by the subsequent drag of his lips over one of her breasts, teeth grazing over her nipple before he laves his tongue over the bud. She lets out a gasp of his name when he sucks the delicate skin into his mouth, no longer trying to hold back the grind of her hips into the coarse hair covering his pelvis, his cock brushing up against her ass with the movement. Seemingly satisfied with his ministrations, he pulls away with a sweet little pop, his eyes impossibly darker as he looks at her.

“Want you, darlin, so bad. Can I– fuck– can I have you?” Afraid of what her voice might sound like, her response to him is another bruising kiss, tugging just a tad unkindly on his hair as she shifts her hips back, both of them groaning when her cunt grazes the underside of his cock. 

“Want you too, Joel, please.” She doesn’t care that it comes out like a whine, too preoccupied with chasing the pleasure of his cock rutting against where she wants him most. But she stills when Joel places a firm hand to her hip, her brow furrowing at him.

“We’re not doing this in a fucking bathtub, not the first time.” She splutters out a laugh at his very serious expression, but she realizes he’s not kidding when he gently untangles her legs from around him, tugging her up along with him, water going everywhere as they step out of the tub in a slipping tangle of limbs. She’s finding that she can’t get enough of him, stealing whatever kisses she can get as he pulls her into the bedroom, her lips dragging down the column of his throat and over the top of his chest. And then a quick blur and breathy oof from Joel has them tumbling back onto his bed, her palms splaying out over his chest as she straddles his hips. They don’t stay like that for long though, Joel squeezing her ass and rolling them over in a surprisingly smooth move, slotting himself between her spread thighs. 

All of a sudden, things start to move slower, thicker, as he drags a palm down her torso, flipping his wrist around when he reaches her pelvis and cupping her heat in a flat press. She cants her hips into his hold, sighing at the firm grind of the heel of his palm over her clit. And while it feels good, it isn’t what she really wants.

“Joel– don’t tease. I just, fuck– just want you.” He grins, the bastard, shifting his hand to dip two of his fingers against her entrance, the stretch sweet and stinging when he pushes in. 

“Not gonna tease you, darlin. Just wanna get you ready f’me. Fuck– you’re driving me crazy.” She knows that he’s not just being arrogant, having gotten a good look, and feel, of his cock, but the steady rhythm of his fingers pumping inside of her is only making her want him more.

“Please, please– I’m ready, I swear. Just, fucking–” He shushes her with a quick kiss, and by giving her what she wants, moving his hand away and hovering over her, the heavy heat of his cock resting against the apex of her thighs. 

It’s all quiet communication. He draws one palm along the outside of her thigh, coaxing her leg up, her knee resting against his waist as she opens up even more for him. She drags her hands down his chest, the soft pudge of his belly, before hooking them under and around to press into the shuddering muscles of his back. It’s a languid motion, her hips tilting up to meet his rolling forward, both of them letting out broken sighs as he fills her completely. 

“Fucking– s’perfect- you’re perfect– I can’t– I– christ.” He breathes out a hard exhale, resting his forehead against her sternum, hips still flush with hers. She presses a smattering of kisses to his hairline, coaxing him to look up at her.

“Don’t think christ has anything to do with it, baby.” His chuckle at her smug words turns into a low groan when she flutters around him, both of them going a little sick with the pleasure of it all.

“Can I move, darlin? Shit– I’m not gonna last like this– feels too fucking good.” All he needs is her jerky nod for him to arc his hips away before snapping back, deep and slow, finding a push and pull that has them both sighing with each thrust. It feels like he’s everywhere, his mouth open and hot across her chest, his damp hair tickling the skin over her collarbone, his murmuring groans mixing with each of her sighs, and his throbbing length, every inch of him spreading her open again and again and again. She has half a mind to be embarrassed by how quickly she’s tipping over the edge of pleasure, but she doesn’t care, not when Joel is coaxing her into it with low drawling praises.

“That’s it, honey– so good like this– so beautiful– shit– come for me, please– need to– need to feel you–” He brings a trembling hand down over her pelvis, deft fingers drawing circles over her clit and it becomes too much all at once, his name leaving her lips in a quiet cry as she falls apart around him. He fucks her through it, his pace slowing into more of a deep grind that jostles them further up the bed with each stroke. All she can do is hold on, fingernails digging into his shoulder blades, her hitched heel pressing into his low back as he chases after his own high. She pieces herself together enough to drag her hand through his hair, pulling his face down so she can murmur in his ear.

“Want it so bad, Joel– please, baby– wanna see you come for me– let me see you– let me have it.” He groans out her name, sounding more like pain than pleasure as he pulls away, leaning back on his haunches to sloppily stroke his glistening cock. She moves in a haze of desire, scrambling onto her hands and knees, her face coming level with his flushed length as she drops her jaw and sticks her tongue out, spit pooling from want as she looks up at him through her lashes. 

She watches him closely as he comes with a slur of curses, breathless as the salt of his spend spurts onto her tongue, smudging across her lips and dripping down her chin. His shoulders slump, chest heaving as he runs a trembling hand through his hair, eyes not leaving hers as she sits back and swipes up the stray come on her skin, sucking her fingers into her mouth with a low hum. She’d never call that taste appealing, but the fact that it came from him, a sign of his pleasure which she had been sovereign over, sends a shiver up her spine as she swirls her tongue over her fingers. 

…

She’s trying to kill him, she has to be, with her little smile and the lewd pop of her fingers leaving her mouth.

“You’re fucking unreal, goddamn.” She laughs at his exclamation and he swallows the sound, pulling her in for a kiss, his mind going fuzzy at the taste of what he assumes is himself on her lips. Even though he feels like he just ran a marathon, he can’t help but deepen the kiss, their mouths molding and moving as they lay down in a close tangle. 

When they do pull away from each other, it’s with a shared sigh, and she rests her cheek on his chest, right where he knows she can hear his racing heart. She presses a kiss to that spot before tilting her chin up to look at him.

“I’m really glad you came back today, Joel.” His brow furrows, thinking back to earlier and the strange things she had said, her frantic greeting, and the relief that had been clear in her eyes. Another piece of her that he doesn’t quite understand. But he’s ok with that, with not knowing everything about her, at least not yet. She’s already unfurled so much of her life for him, and he’s prepared to wait patiently for whatever else she’ll offer him. As long as he gets to have her like this, warm and soft, keening into his touch, eyes hooded with a shared pleasure. 

No other words are needed, not right now. He coaxes her chin up with a gentle press of his fingers, stealing one more kiss before they both settle down in each other’s arms. 

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[wanderingsorcerer]

Salve For Minor Injuries

A Good present or stocking stuffer this yule. To any loved one who seems to always be bumping into and scraping themselves up.

For small abrasions, bruises, or burns, feel free to rub directly on the wound after it has been washed. will help relieve pain and discomfort.

Opus Est~

Double Boiler

Mason Jar-1 Pint

Metal Tin

Carrier Oil

Olive Oil

Herbs

Comfrey ~ 1 Cup

Lavender ~ 2oz

Garden Sage ~ 2oz

Yarrow 2~oz

Essential Oils

Tea Tree Oil

Frankincense Oil

Base, Choose 1

Bees Wax

Coconut Oil

Shea Butter

Creating Medicinal Oil

Firstly place the herbs in the mason jar, making sure they are thoroughly mixed together adding a little from each until the full amount of 14oz of herbs is achieved. Then add the carrier oil slowly, tamping the glass lightly on the bottom of a table every 30 seconds to allow the oil to settle to the bottom.

Continue until the oil fully covers the herbs and then feel free to add your intention to the oil using the chant below. This chant should be said once a week for 3-6 weeks as the oil is steeping. This will infuse it with magick, while simultaneously allowing for the oil to infuse with the medicinal properties from the herbs.

You can also cheat and put it in a pot at low heat and allow it to cook for 8 hours, stirring occasionally. In this instance do the chant every hour or so.

"Oh Blessings Oh Blessings Of Yuletide I bring, Spruce Of The Forest, Joined and Greeted by the First Snow Of Season, Sing proud and bring forth the hearth of life, a single ember to warm and heal those in need, Oh Blessings Oh Blessings Of Yule Tide I Bring."

Feel free to create your own chant, and remember to have fun creating a blessing tailored for your specific loved one :)

After The Oil is done steeping feel free to strain off all the herbs and place the oil to the side for the upcoming step.

Creating The Salve

Here is where the makeshift double boiler comes into play, add in the beeswax, or whichever base you've decided. Allow it to melt fully, then add the medicinal oil, slowly mixing it in, allowing it to become homogenous.

Once fully mixed feel free to add 20-30 drops of essential oils, half tea tree, and half frankincense. This both scents the salve but also adds to the antibacterial properties it already has. Stir until mixed well.

Remove from heat and allow to fully cool. Then place into the container you will be gifting to the other person. After that, the salve is done.

Warning: Check for allergies before using any topical medicine, do not ingest internally, that's a tummy no-no, and just practice common sense fire safety.

Not Liable for any damages caused due to attempts at creating this medicine. Always consult a doctor before trying new herbal remedies

Thank you for letting me teach you today, Catch you next time, The Next Wanderers Tea Time Will Be Early December

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[vanilla-cigarillos]

Black Drawing Salve Recipe

Activated charcoal, plantain, and other healing herbs can help draw toxins from your skin in a safe, non-invasive, and effective manner. This is an easy recipe to relieve and draw out splinters, venom from bug bites, stings, infection and boils, or soothe rashes or itching, etc. This funky little jar of magic is one of the most natural ways to treat a variety of issues.

How Does It Work?

Activated charcoal has been used since ancient times as a detoxifier and purifier. The charcoal helps clean the wound and pull out the offending object.

Comfrey is well known to speed up wound healing (A.K.A. knit-bone). Plantain and St. John's Wort are great healing herbs. St. John's Wort is also great for helping soothe pain. Castor oil is a viscous oil that has excellent anti-microbial properties. Bentonite clay is used because it enhances the detoxification and drawing action of the activated charcoal. Beeswax is not only healing to the skin, but it is what creates the "salve" feel of this remedy.

Ingredients:

A scant 1/3 cup of the herb infused oil (it's ok to use regular olive oil in a pinch, however consider getting a Mason jar of oil infusing so it's ready for next time!) The herbs used are Plantain, Comfrey, and St. John's Wort in equal measures

2 - 3 teaspoons beeswax (if you like a looser, more “ointment” of a salve, go with 2 teaspoons, but otherwise I recommend using all 3)

If you live in a very hot area, then consider a bit more beeswax in your salves

If you live in a very cold area, then you may be able to get away with less beeswax

1 1/2 - 2 tablespoons Castor oil

1 tablespoon Activated Charcoal

1 tablespoon Bentonite Clay

Around 30 - 60 drops of your essential oils of choice (make sure to research impacts!)

Instructions:

Combine your infused (or not) olive oil and the beeswax in a double boiler. I just use a pint size (wide mouth) Mason jar set in a pan of shallow water---about 1 1/2 to 2 inches. Set the burner on low. Melt the beeswax into the oil. Once the mixture is all liquid, remove from the heat.

Add the charcoal and the bentonite clay. Make sure you stir well

Add in your essential oils (if using)

Pour your salve into a jar

Leave it to set up until it's firm

How To Use:

Remember that charcoal stains!

Spread it over the wound or splinter, then wrap it with a bandage

Make sure to keep it stored in a dark and cool place!

#herbalism #herbs #witch #witchy #wicca #witchcraft #green witch #kitchen witch #green witch recipes #kitchen witch recipes #appalachian mountains #appalachia

[the-honeysuckle]

St John's Wort

the genus of st john's wort is hypericum, as far as I know

planet: sun (not a planet but still)

element: fire

magical properties/powers: it can be used to promote happiness, health, in anti-depression spells--it also has protective properties

some believed that if they put st john's wort in their pillows, st john would grant them blessings and protection

medicinal uses: st. john’s wort, when taken internally, is said to help with depression, anxiety, and insomnia. externally, it can be used to treat minor wounds, burns, inflamamtion, and similar skin disorders. while it is quite efficient on its own, the benefits of st. john’s wort are greater when used with other herbs.

dried st. john’s wort can be kept in dark, dry areas (a cabinet for example) for 1 to 3 years. fresh, it can be kept refrigirated for 2 or 3 weeks. or, you can grow it yourself and decide which you prefer

Bonus recipe: burn salve

ingredients: 1 part dried calendula flowers, 1 part dried comfrey leaves, 1 part dried st. john’s wort plant (leaves + flowers), vegetable oil, glass jar (with lid), cheese cloth/muslin, beeswax, and time lol

Put all of the dried herbs in a glass jar, then pour over vegetable oil of choice until completely covered. Screw on the lid of the jar tightly and store it in a sunny, warm area for 2 or 3 weeks. After 2-3 weeks, strain the infused oil with a muslin or cheese cloth, add a fresh batch of dried herbs to the oil and remove the old herbs (make sure you keep the same oil, it’s the important part!). Infuse for another 2 weeks. After the necessary amount of time has passed, strain the infusion again. In a pan, add the oil infusion, a quarter amount of beeswax (in correlation to the the oil), and heat until beeswax has melted. Once the proper consistency has been reached, transfer to container of choice and store the salve in the fridge for several months

consult your doctor (if possible) and research thoroughly before starting any supplements!!!

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[silverserpent]

I beg for rambles on Seadew. They captivate me. Ultimate Blorbo.

(If it’s cool to ask too, since I saw last ask, how would the group react to Zefara? :’D Throw nice possessed lady to the wolves here lmao —)

((Hope the day gets better Sil 💜 love ya))

!! :D Okay okay thank you for that question :D Seadew's full name which i might have left out of the list is Seadew Herber of Willowood. They are from a ritualist witch family, which means they learnt so-called ritual magic that involves a lot of preparation - making a magic circle of salt, maybe, lighting candles, similar things. This is considered 'folk magic' as opposed to noble magic.

They are the healer of the group, but they are by no means the emotional center. (That's Raena or Ranril, I think.) They have the vibes that they will heal you with their strongest comfrey salve, give you the tea to drink twice dayly to ease the pain, and have you sit in a circle of dried grass while channeling magic to speed the process up, but be very angry about it. You better appreciate their magic. They will not comfort you about healing you, they will lay out the facts, and threaten bashing your head in if you make it worse by being careless and straining the injured part.

The thing they use to bash things in is a quarterstaff. A big fuckoff staff as long as them, made of very hard, durable wood, topped with a big fuckoff rose quartz. That is both a tool for their rituals and a tool to fight. They bash their enemies' heads in. They aren't trained to do that, exactly, but now that they are in the wilderness, they are quite effective.

The staff is a family heirloom, it's durable and probably hundreds of years old. It's from a time when their family had to go to war, and carefully guarded it until it was needed again. It's a ritual tool and a bash-head-in tool.

They also use hearing aids!! and those are also family hand-me-downs. Kind of gross, but the materials they were made of are very nice and hard to get, so when the original owner died, they were only cleaned and not thrown away. There are other options, but all of those break very easily; this pair is the in-universe equivalent of one of those soviet union era sewing machines that still work. They need to be re-enchanted for every owner, there were a few of those so far. There are a fair few HoH people on the family.

They are working class, and they are payed absolutely atrociously to the point when they have to hold down three jobs to get anywhere. This is why they wanted to go to the expedition: that would give them a bunch of money very suddenly that would help their living situation a lot. One of the thee jobs is waiting tables, I know of another where they are manufacturing something in a factory setting, and i didn't make up the third one yet.

Their attitude around nice things is to get them whenever they can. They don't see much of a better future, so whenever something little is on the horizon, they get it. Free food is a surefire way to lure them in. They do also regularly just swipe every scrap of leftover from the café they can.

Whew. I think this is it. Here you go, Seadew, the tired healer.

(Please send a separate ask for the Zefara question, and tell me how she'd look/act when meeting the team, because this is very long :D)

[tinyshe]

this is a sharing post about herbal use

-- not going into politics /ideology/ pharma

-- not for diagnoses, use this information with aid of your health care provider or your own risk

from folk medicine now making its way into alternative health: phytolacca oil (topical; not to be used internally)

my personal current use is for breaking up cancer cells in breast tissue, under guidance of my licensed TCM health care provider i have been using this medicinal phytolacca oil topically for approximately 4 weeks.

my personal experience: it has reduced swelling/ growth of a cancer tumour  that had broken through; this has given skin the ability with another mixed herb salve (predominately comfrey) to heal as the tumour continues to decrease; medicinal oil use has been twice to thrice daily, massaging oil into breast tissue (but not in open wound) of both breast and upper body lymph (pits and neck). excess oil was rubbed into hands and on suspected skin cancer areas. besides reduction of pronounced breast tumour, the upper chest area has soften ‘anvil plate’; two of four skin cancer patches have died and fallen off like old scabs after being there for min of four years and expanding growth; there is a noticeable reduction/ change in skin tabs in areas where oil is applied ; another possible positive note is sharp pain in hands due to what some doctors have thought was arthritis/ carpel tunnel/ lyme or it’s co-infection (i have the 3 “B”s) nerve issues have/are also diminishing with use or massaging this oil into hands and wrist.

i am very much encouraged and want to share this personal information with you bc you aren’t going to get it from your western trained doctors and i was disappointed that i did not get it from my naturopath either! i am not diagnosing nor prompting people run right out and get poke oil to use but i am encouraging you to investigate and speak with your care provider if you are interested in this for personal use. if they will not discuss it then i would encourage you to find an herbalist or other train professional that can help you become more knowledgeable about herbal poke use

#health #herbs #herbal medicine #poke #poke weed #natural medicine #plant medicine #tcm #naturopath #western medicine #cancer #tumours #skin growth #cell growth #sharing information #phytolacca oil

[brightgnosis]

Self Study: Liquid Comfrey Fertilizer

Comfrey was once widely utilized for a number of medicinal purposes- including the treatment of chest illnesses (in Tea form) and skin wounds (in salve form). It was also occasionally used as a Tea ingredient among the Pagan, Witchcraft, and Occult communities.

However, it's since been discovered that Comfrey contains Pyrrolizidine Alkaloids (sometimes referred to as Necine Bases) that make it unsuitable for either Human consumption or use.

Pyrrolizidine Alkaloids can be hepatotoxic and genotoxic, and therefore cause significant neurological damage in addition to damaging the Liver, Kidneys, Heart, Brain, Smooth Muscles, Lungs, and even DNA (the later sometimes resulting in Cancer). They cannot ever be flushed from the body- leading to toxic accumulative buildup over time, regardless of plant origin or methods of use.

With Comfrey in particular, the Pyrrolizidine Alkaloids are hepatotoxic and thus significantly impact the Liver in particular. Diagnosis of the resulting condition (Pyrrolizidine Alkaloidosis, or Hepatic Veno-Occlusive Disease) can only be done postmortem, with a complete Liver Biopsy; the most common reports of the condition come from the routine misuse of home remedies containing plants known to have such Alkaloids- such as Comfrey- among Homesteaders, Herbalists, and similar groups.

Only modern preparations which have undergone the appropriate lab base methods capable of removing these toxic Alkaloids remain safe for any medicinal use in the modern day; home remedies are not adequate. This had lead many to turn to Comfrey as a modern Organic Fertilizer instead.

As a Taproot Plant, Comfrey sends down a large root that mines minerals from the deep soil, and makes them available within the leaves. Comfrey in particular is non-discriminative concerning the minerals it mines, and so often makes available a wider variety of them that makes it suitable for such a position; these include:

The Vitamins A, B1, B2, B3, B5, B6, B9, B12, C, and E; Boron, Calcium, Chromium, Cobalt, Copper, Iodine, Iron, Magnesium, Manganese, Nitrogen, Phosphorous, Potassium, Selenium, Sodium, and Zinc- all depending on soil availability and quality.

To make a fertilizer from Comfrey: Cut mature leaves from the plant and place them into a bucket that is sealable with a lid. Top the leaves with a Brick or other heavy non-soluble object to prevent the leaves from floating, and fill the bucket with water until the leaves are just covered; put the lid on.

Remove the lid and stir the mixture every few days for 2 to 4 weeks, until the liquid turns a dark brown and has a strong smell. At this point you may remove and compost the leaves; keep the bucket stored in a dark place with the lid on.

To use the fertilizer: Take 1 part of the leaf tea (concentrate), to 10 parts water and mix thoroughly; use once weekly or bi-weekly based on plant's needs.

This is from my own notes during independent study after my formal Master Gardener Training. If you found this helpful or interesting, please consider Tipping or Leaving a Ko-Fi (being Disabled, even $1 helps); you can see my other "Original Content" here.

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[lynnswirld]

comfrey: originally called “knitbone” used to treat:

muscle sprains, bruises, burns, joint inflammation

acceptable for short-term use on your skin and closed wounds.

Modern scientific studies have found some evidence to support comfrey’s use in treating minor wounds and joint pain, but oral preparations of the plant have also been linked to liver damage and cancer. You should never take comfrey by mouth and avoid using it on open wounds.

Extracts are still made from the roots and leaves and turned into ointments, creams, or salves.

the roots of leaves of the comfrey plant contain chemical substances called allantoin, which boosts the growth of new skin cells, and rosmarinic acid which helps relieve pain and inflammation.

source: https://www.healthline.com/health/what-is-comfrey

#comfrey #inmyyard

[ashantisgarden]

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[allbeendonebefore]

the good news is: the comfrey salve does work!

the bad news is i cannot rub it on my neck constantly because there is a risk of applying too much and causing serious damage but you know fair enough lol

#hapo rambles #personal hapo #i started sleeping weird on the ergonomic pillow that keeps me from sleeping weird #i think its because its gotten really cold very fast and my posture is now Ball

[homehacksideas]

#Comfrey #Salve #Healing #Herbal #Recipe source :https://www.pinterest.com/pin/859554278894816713

[idigitizellp21]

Plant Power: Growing And Using Herbal Medication

In a world increasingly dominated by pharmaceuticals and synthetic drugs, there’s a growing interest in returning to nature for health and wellness solutions. Herbal medication, derived from various plants, has been used for centuries in traditional medicine practices across cultures. Today, as people seek alternative and sustainable healthcare options, the spotlight is turning back to the therapeutic potential of plants.

In this blog, we’ll explore the fascinating realm of plant power, focusing on the unique utilization of herbs in Herbal Medication.

1. The Herbal Garden: The journey into the world of herbal medication begins with the cultivation of a diverse and thriving herbal garden. Whether you have a small balcony, a backyard, or access to a community garden, growing your herbs can be a rewarding and empowering experience. Herbs like lavender, chamomile, peppermint, and basil are excellent choices for beginners, requiring minimal care and space.

Cultivating these plants not only provides a sustainable source of herbal remedies but also connects individuals with the natural cycles of growth and seasons. The act of tending to a garden can be therapeutic in itself, fostering a sense of mindfulness and well-being.

2. Harvesting and Processing: Once your herbal garden is flourishing, it’s time to harvest and process the plants for medicinal use. Timing is crucial, as the potency of herbs often peaks at specific stages of growth. Harvesting in the morning, when essential oils are most concentrated, is a common practice.

The next step involves drying or processing the herbs to preserve their medicinal properties. Air-drying, dehydrating, or making herbal tinctures are popular methods. Understanding the specific needs of each herb ensures that you retain the maximum therapeutic benefits.

Common Medicinal Herbs and Their Uses:

1. Lavender (Lavandula angustifolia): Uses: Known for its calming properties, lavender is often used to alleviate stress, anxiety, and insomnia. It can be used in teas, sachets, or as an essential oil.

2. Chamomile (Matricaria chamomilla): Uses: Chamomile is renowned for its soothing effects on the digestive system and its ability to promote relaxation. It’s commonly consumed as a tea to aid in sleep and alleviate digestive discomfort.

3. Peppermint (Mentha piperita): Uses: Peppermint is prized for its ability to relieve digestive issues, headaches, and congestion. Its leaves can be used in teas, or the essential oil can be applied topically.

4. Basil (Ocimum basilicum): Uses: Basil is known for its anti-inflammatory and antibacterial properties. It can be infused into oils for topical application or added to culinary dishes.

Utilizing Herbal Medication in Everyday Life:

Incorporating herbal medication into your daily routine is a holistic approach to wellness. Here are some simple ways to harness plant power:

1. Herbal Teas: Brew a cup of herbal tea using your homegrown herbs. Experiment with combinations to address specific health concerns or simply to enjoy their flavours.

2. Topical Applications: Create salves, balms, or infused oils using herbs like calendula, comfrey, or arnica. These can be applied to the skin for various purposes, such as wound healing or muscle relief.

3. Aromatherapy: Harness the power of aromatherapy by diffusing essential oils or creating herbal sachets. Lavender, eucalyptus, and rosemary are popular choices for their diverse benefits.

4. Culinary Delights: Enhance your meals with the flavors and health benefits of fresh herbs. Basil, thyme, and rosemary can add depth to dishes while supporting overall well-being.

Closure:

Embarking on the path of herbal medicine is a voyage that re-establishes our connection with nature while advocating for a sustainable approach to health and well-being. Whether it involves nurturing a thriving herbal garden or concocting tailored remedies, this journey empowers individuals to participate in their healthcare actively. In Pune, Shifakhana a profound Wellness Centre exemplifies this commitment. As the fascination with herbal medicine expands, so does the acknowledgment of the profound healing capacities residing within the plant kingdom.

Therefore, why not delve into the abundant realm of herbs and allow nature to be your companion in the quest for overall well-being?

To know more about Herbs for Health read our blog: Herbs for Health: Your Guide to Natural Healing

#Herbal #Medication #Health #Wellness #Plants #hebal teas

[santaluciasalve]

Soothe Naturally: Comfrey Essential Oil by Santa Lucia Salve Company

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[always-find-you]

Holden Summers

A sigh escaped their lips before they walked into the large training room. Eyes traveled upwards toward the gamemakers, knowing those watching had already seen a slew of other people before them. A brief introduction with their name and district before forcing a half smile was all that they offered before setting off towards the plant station.

They set off to work in silence, grabbing some leaves from a plant that they could identify as comfrey. They didn’t know as much as they should have about plants and herbal remedies. It was never their strongest subject, even with coming from that District. This was one that they could do, one that they had spent time learning how to make. “It is important to know how to make salves. How do I know how many sponsors I’m going to get? I might not be able to heal myself completely, but I could stop myself from dying right away.”

They crushed the leaves, grabbing some of what they could recognize as olive oil on the table and pouring it in there. They didn’t take too much time. It didn’t need to be perfect here. It was only a show for the gamemakers. A few quick movements over to the fire building station and they knelt down, hands working quickly to get the fire started. It took two tries, eating up a little bit of the precious time that they had been hoping to save. The fire came to life and he jogged back to the plant table, grabbing his concoction and positioned it over the fire. “Now, this salve takes a little while to boil out, but when it is done, it’ll help soothe aching joints and inflammation. It can even help with the pain of broken bones. However, one wrong ingredient…” Another quick jog back to the plant table. They grabbed a piece of cloth and picked up a tiny apple they knew to be poisonous. Even in their caution, their skin brushed up against it. They hissed in pain as they grabbed a bottle of water and poured it over the exposed area. Crushing up the apple, they took it back over and they through it into the pot. “That’ll cause an intense rash and if it gets into the bloodstream, it’ll be deadly. And no one would ever know by looking at it.” They held up their arm as proof, the area that had touched it already looking red and irritated.  

They moved away from the station and towards the weapons. Finding what they were looking for, they grabbed the baseball bat from the wall. It was the only thing they felt comfortable at using. They had been athletic back in their district and even though they never used it as a weapon, they knew how to wield it properly. “I know what you’re thinking. This doesn’t look like a great weapon, but that’s where you are wrong.” Fingers gripped tightly as they walked over to the training dummies. Raising the bat, they swung as hard as they could for the gut. With a loud thump, the bat reverberated, sending shockwaves up their hands, but also knocking the dummy over.  

They ducked around the next dummy, weaving through the training center. As long as they kept thinking about how the Hunger Games was a huge sports competition where the only thing different was that people died, they could do this. They swung the bat, hitting the next dummy in the legs. “With enough force, I could do enough damage to incapacitate them,” they called out through clenched teeth.  

They skidded to a halt in front of one last dummy. Taking a swing, they hit it in the abdomen, but this time, they misjudged and it wasn’t as hard as they hoped. Swinging again with the makeshift weapon, they hit the dummy square in the head. It toppled over and they put a foot on the chest as if they were stopping someone from getting back up. They brought the bat down over and over again until stuffing started to pop out from the seams. Eyes traveling back to the gamemakers, they shrugged, “I know, not very pretty, but it’ll be bloody. I can promise you that." They place the bat back over on the weapon rack. "Thank you for your time.”

#showcase