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when you're the best of friends [open to all!]
Davin is so glad that all that weird weather is over. The cold was making his hand ache in ways that he'd rather not think about. Sometimes when he's sleeping over at James' he'll wake up in the middle of the night and have to look down at his hand to make sure that his fingers aren't mangled, flexing them over and over just so he's fully convinced that they've healed.
He isn't sure what he'll do come winter when it's freezing cold all the time. Hopefully it's something that he'll get used to, and the aching of his hand won't make him vividly remember how he sustained the original injuries in the first place.
But now, the storm is over and the weather is warm again, so Davin heads out to take full advantage of the last lingering days of summer. He's out in the woods, deeper than he usually goes on his runs, but something made him want to push himself. He's moving along barely worn trails and hopping over fallen logs, glistening with sweat and panting.
A sudden squeak and a rustling coming from a nearby bush make him stumble to a stop, and he looks over at the shrubbery with a wary expression. But what pops out of the bush isn't something set on attacking him. It's a little baby fox, and Davin blinks as it fearlessly trots over to sit at his feet.
"Hello," Davin says, and he finds himself unable to look away. He slowly drops to his knees in the grass and the fox approaches with a happy chitter, rubbing itself all over Davin's hand. His fingers sort of spark at the first touch to the fox's downy soft fur, and his magic buzzes delightfully through his entire body. "Oh."
He smooths his hand down the fox's back and then stands up, still blinking in confusion as he takes a few steps back towards the city. The fox yips and chases after him, loping along dutifully beside him. Davin lets out an awed little laugh and pulls out his phone, snapping a photo of the fox.
I'm going to need you to send me everything you have on familiars, he types out, and then sends the text to his grandma, along with the photo. She has a familiar, this grumpy old orange tabby named Flannery, and it never really occurred to Davin that he would find one too. Not every witch has one; not even a lot of witches have one.
But the longer Davin looks down at this happy looking kit, and the more it follows alongside him like it is meant to be there, he just knows. He knows.
This is his familiar, and it's a fox. Hell yes.
They get back to the city and Davin kneels down, scooping up the fox who crawls up to perch on his shoulder, fluffy tail wrapping around his neck. He chuckles and looks over at it, stuck in a sense of wonder as he heads for his apartment. People are watching him as they pass, but Davin doesn't even care. This is his familiar. The fox is exactly where it's supposed to be.
"So, I guess we're bros now," Davin says, and the fox gnaws on his hair in agreement, probably. "What does a fox even eat? Maybe we should go see Coop. D'ya wanna go let a hot vet feel ya up?"
The fox lets out another chittering sound and Davin nods, smoothing his hand down the fox's tail. "I guess ya need a name."
He hums and then lifts the fox up, looking it over before depositing it back onto his shoulder. "A boy name. Yeah, I'll think o' somethin' great. Don't ya worry."
[Spot Davin walking through town with his new familiar, a baby red fox! Or, for people who don't know that Davin is a witch, wonder why this dumbass is wandering around with a wild animal. This is set after the storm has completely passed.]
He isn't sure what he'll do come winter when it's freezing cold all the time. Hopefully it's something that he'll get used to, and the aching of his hand won't make him vividly remember how he sustained the original injuries in the first place.
But now, the storm is over and the weather is warm again, so Davin heads out to take full advantage of the last lingering days of summer. He's out in the woods, deeper than he usually goes on his runs, but something made him want to push himself. He's moving along barely worn trails and hopping over fallen logs, glistening with sweat and panting.
A sudden squeak and a rustling coming from a nearby bush make him stumble to a stop, and he looks over at the shrubbery with a wary expression. But what pops out of the bush isn't something set on attacking him. It's a little baby fox, and Davin blinks as it fearlessly trots over to sit at his feet.
"Hello," Davin says, and he finds himself unable to look away. He slowly drops to his knees in the grass and the fox approaches with a happy chitter, rubbing itself all over Davin's hand. His fingers sort of spark at the first touch to the fox's downy soft fur, and his magic buzzes delightfully through his entire body. "Oh."
He smooths his hand down the fox's back and then stands up, still blinking in confusion as he takes a few steps back towards the city. The fox yips and chases after him, loping along dutifully beside him. Davin lets out an awed little laugh and pulls out his phone, snapping a photo of the fox.
I'm going to need you to send me everything you have on familiars, he types out, and then sends the text to his grandma, along with the photo. She has a familiar, this grumpy old orange tabby named Flannery, and it never really occurred to Davin that he would find one too. Not every witch has one; not even a lot of witches have one.
But the longer Davin looks down at this happy looking kit, and the more it follows alongside him like it is meant to be there, he just knows. He knows.
This is his familiar, and it's a fox. Hell yes.
They get back to the city and Davin kneels down, scooping up the fox who crawls up to perch on his shoulder, fluffy tail wrapping around his neck. He chuckles and looks over at it, stuck in a sense of wonder as he heads for his apartment. People are watching him as they pass, but Davin doesn't even care. This is his familiar. The fox is exactly where it's supposed to be.
"So, I guess we're bros now," Davin says, and the fox gnaws on his hair in agreement, probably. "What does a fox even eat? Maybe we should go see Coop. D'ya wanna go let a hot vet feel ya up?"
The fox lets out another chittering sound and Davin nods, smoothing his hand down the fox's tail. "I guess ya need a name."
He hums and then lifts the fox up, looking it over before depositing it back onto his shoulder. "A boy name. Yeah, I'll think o' somethin' great. Don't ya worry."
[Spot Davin walking through town with his new familiar, a baby red fox! Or, for people who don't know that Davin is a witch, wonder why this dumbass is wandering around with a wild animal. This is set after the storm has completely passed.]