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Dove (charmisma) wrote in st_margarets,

"Coven, commune, family, whatever you want to call it. But, ye, I come from a line of witches. They're good with charging - that's pretty much what the coven does for money, but for whatever reason, I can sway the energy when I charge and object. I can charm it or curse it before I let it go." Garret had been working on how to explain himself in the coolest terms possible that speech had been what he'd come up with. Garret scrunched his nose at the mention of drugs in the water supply. So anyone who was thirsty would get addicted. It made him a little sad that Valentin had grown up that way.

Back to Mickey and Garret's cheeks flushed, just a bit. "I kind of ran away too. He was shirtless when I met him...because that made all the sense in the world. He's friendly, and...it's like he's a force, and that can be intimidating. "

"Well, thank you for not being cliquish, I appreciate it." His eyes got a little wide as the can became a dense little ball. Garret chuckled and finished his own beer off. "It's an ugly, ugly tomato that is really fragile but pretty delicious. They're...meaty, almost smokey in flavor. When they come in-season, I'll bring you some to try."