Next one up is Timothy X Eaze, newly dubbed Timotheaze.

Prompts: Black, Mysterious, Sophisticated, Powerful, Emptiness, Void, Darkness

Timothy wasn't quite sure if he could trust Eaze. The other teen certainly had helped him whenever he'd been between a rock and a hard place and Timothy liked him probably quite a lot more than legally allowed – but Timothy really didn't want to know how the younger managed to help him every time. He'd spent quite some time in an orphanage of the church, he knew of magic and Eaze reeked of the darkest there was. Yet as far as Timothy could tell, Eaze only used it to help him and without expecting anything for it too. By all means he didn't have the right to question his companion.

Nevertheless Timothy hadn't survived being an orphan by being oblivious, he knew that there was something shady about following his friend into darkness of the freaking cursed woods to meet Eaze's… honestly, Timothy didn't even know who they were supposed to meet. Eaze rarely talked about his family, not that the brown haired boy talked much at all.

All Timothy knew that they were all a bunch of strange people and wouldn't care about the blue haired brat sporting a jewel on his forehead.

Absentmindedly he reached for his new ornament.

Great work that had been, attempting to steal from the treasury of the resident church's grandmaster. It had settled him with a probably dangerous artifact, blue hair and a kill on sight order.

Eaze of course hadn't cared though. He had just asked if Timothy needed a place to stay and told him his new look suited him. He hadn't even batted an eye.

Timothy loved him for it.

"Is it far?" He asked his companion and watched Eaze shake his head while pointing into the distance.

All Timothy could see were even more trees, which didn't necessarily lighten his mood all that much.

"There's nothing- oh." Timothy trailed off as soon as Eaze had grabbed his hand and the trees made way for a medium sized house. Now he could also hear the sound coming from the house. Cheerful voices filled the previously silent void of the forest.

Eaze easily pushed the white door open and stepped inside. Timothy followed him hesitantly, eyes drifting from one side to another, seeing but not quite comprehending the flying table ware and food.

Eaze appeared to be unbothered by them though, seemed used to it all, and just hung up his coat and took off his boots, urging Timothy to do the same. He reluctantly followed suit but kept his bag with his few belongings close.

Timothy shadowed the other teen as he navigated the two of them through the chaos into another room which then revealed itself as the kitchen. There stood a rather short man, face still young unlike the ages Timothy had expected to see because his white hair.

"Welcome back, Eaze," the man greeted with a smile and offered Timothy his hand.

"I'm Allen Walker. Nice to meet you. I've been waiting for the day I could finally put a face to your name. Eaze talks about you frequently."

"He does?" Timothy asked and turned to look at his friend who did his best to look into another direction.

"Constantly," Allen reassured him. "Now, what do you two want for dinner?"

In awe Timothy watched as Allen began to prepare their food, ingredients flying all around the room and knives cutting them on their own without anyone holding them.

"Who are you?" Timothy asked Allen. He'd never met somebody who used magic so open and freely. Even if light magic wasn't forbidden, everyone was careful with using it, fearing they'd be accused of doing dark magic either way.

"Eaze's step-in guardian. His actual guardian is… busy. And I owned him one."

The annoyance in Allen's voice was clear.

"Tyki still brags to everyone about beating you at poker," Eaze spoke up, his voice as soft and calm as always.

"That demon cheated! It wasn't even a fair win."

"And you of course don't cheat."

"Exactly," Allen replied. "I might consort with demons but I'm not as bad as them."

Timothy tried his hardest to not appear like a total idiot but probably failed spectacularly considering that the man had just admitted to dealing with demons. He glanced at Eaze but it didn't seem to faze his friend at all.

Was that were the dark magic had come from? Was Eaze dealing with demons!?

"Are you alright, Timothy?" Allen asked, appearing genuinely concerned.

"Yeah," Timothy replied hoarsely. "Just a little overwhelmed."

"Oh, don't worry. You'll get used to this after some time."

Timothy honestly didn't know if that was calming or threatening because the idea of getting used to demons and dark magic wasn't something he had ever wanted to consider something he would need to get used to.

Then again he was already wanted dead on sight.

What was another crime in his life if he was already getting the highest sentence one way or another?

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