Davon's Magical Services

“What happens when what we think is made manifest?” Davon asks me, hands folded neatly beneath his chin. The trace of a smile raises the corners of his full, kissable lips, mossy-green eyes twinkling with a devilish gleam. It stirs something in the pit of my stomach, clawing like a kitten at my insides. I feel mesmerized by this man and his slow, sensuous voice. Even as my skin crawls, pleading with me to escape his clutches; before it’s too late.I clear my throat, flitting my gaze to the potted plant beside the couch he’s sitting on. The large, green leaves of the hostas are trimmed with white and still glistening from a recent watering. I feel his eyes on me as I think, patiently awaiting my thoughts. “I’m not really sure why you’re asking, it seems like you answered it yourself,” I tell him, forcing my gaze back to his face. His skin is lightly tanned, nearly the same light brown color as his hair; which is just long enough to curl around his ears.He laughs, like a deep, dark s

"Is it terrible?" Davon asks, raking a hand through his hair, "I think it's the perfect medicine for you.""How can you say that?" Kimberly shouts, eyes wide with hysteria, "Do you know what you've done?""Of course I do," his voice rings with mirth, "I concocted the potion, remember?""Why would you do this to me? You-you monster!" fresh tears make their escape, rushing down her face only to fall to the grey carpet below. My stomach twists in sympathy. I don't need to be told what happened, I've already figured it out."To help you, just as you asked," the innocent expression he's donned further sours my own. I don't see how what's done constitutes helping in any way."How is this helping?" She spits the question, which mirrors my own.“You’ll fear those ‘negative’ thoughts for the rest of your life. You’ll force yourself away from them, terrified that they’ll spill into your waking life,” he tilts his head, his eyes dulled with boredom, “Am I wrong?”“Well… no,” she steps closer, “B

I'd started spending time with Davon after work and on my days off. It was rare for me not to pay him a visit whether it was expected or not. I was excited to begin this journey into a whole new world of myth and magic and, possibly most importantly, to learn more about the man himself. But as the days rolled into weeks it felt as though I was standing in place unable to move forward in either goal and to sat it was becoming frustrating would have been a huge understatement.When I was with him I felt like I was back in high-school and had finally garnered the attention of my long-time crush. I'd catch myself playing with the ends of my sleeves as we spoke, twirling my hair and stumbling over words whenever he said anything potential sensual- which seemed like a common occurrence, or at least far more common than I was used to. At first I'd found it difficult to focus on anything but him as a result, but it had slowly begun to ease and with that came a certainty. He'd cast a spell on