blxddetorr:

Oh boy, audience participation. That was always a favourite;
he couldn’t help the grin that was quick to erase his pout as the
pen was handed into very untrustworthy hands and instructions
were listened to. Truthfully, he could imagine where this was headed,
anticipated it and looked forward to it. Because if it was what he
was thinking it would be, it’d be more than impressive.

            "I’m warning you now— I’m not much of an artist.“

Not at all, and unfortunately for Taylor’s skin he was immature
enough to draw a dick or something of the like on his arm. He
didn’t though, for once, decided to be serious for once and settled
instead on a crudely drawn cat, lines shaky even as he held the
other’s skin taught. All he could do was laugh at his attempts as
he handed the pen back.

            "Shit— sorry. I’m really not a good artist.”

Thankfully, Adrian was taking the trick seriously and didn’t draw
something crude on his arms.  Every so often, when he would ask
a teenager to do it, he’d find a crudely drawn penis or something
else offensive marking his skin. Thankfully he could shift the ink
to change, but that didn’t mean he was fine with it. He shrugged
his shoulders as the other said he wasn’t much of an artist, keeping
quiet and just watching to see what would be drawn.

When the man was finished and handed the pen back to him, Taylor
took it and capped it, stuffing it back in his pocket before looking up.

                              "That’s fine – doesn’t matter how
                              well you can draw.  Now, watch what
                              I do now.”

Without warning what he was going to do, Taylor rested his hand over
the drawing, starting to rub at it as if trying to wipe it off.  But underneath
his hand, the ink shifted and changed, more being added to it to change
to an intricate drawing of a golden retriever’s head, mouth open and panting
and almost seeming to smile in the usual way dogs would. He rubbed at
the image before pulling back, showing Adrian the drawing of the dog.

                               "No – wait, you drew a cat.“

Feigning like he had made a mistake, he moved his hand back over the
drawing, rubbing again to mask the shifting of the ink as it became the
head of a calico cat, ears perked forward and head tilted to the side as
if looking up and to whoever was looking at it. Just as intricate as the
dog, Taylor took his hand back when he was done, allowing Adrian to
get a good look at the drawing on his arm.

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It was an answer that was fair enough, understandable enough
that even Adrian could accept why he didn’t want to share or give
anything away. Didn’t mean he was extremely happy with it though,
still very much curious and reluctant to give up the puppy eyes just
yet in case the other decided to take pity and share the tiniest bit with
him. It was wishful thinking, he knew that, but it still didn’t stop him.

            ”Mm.”

A hum of what might’ve been acceptance was given as he drew his hand
back. Really, once he got a couple more drinks in the guy he’d probably
pester him again for his secrets, see if he wasn’t more talkative with alcohol
in his system. For now he was only interested in seeing more tricks, content
enough with the little show he was getting.

            "Show me more, then.“

Nodding his head slightly as the other seemed to understand where
he was coming from, even with omitting the truth, Taylor was more
than glad to let the subject drop.  Even if it would just be for the moment.
The man seemed quite content with keeping the look as if it would get
any more out of his tricks than the visual aesthetics, though.  Dare he
say that it was almost adorable?

              "Alright – this one you can participate
              in.”

He really needed to broaden his repertoire.  Taylor could only go so
long before he ran out, but maybe, as he was working, he could pull
a couple new ones out of his ass thin air. Slipping his hand into his
jacket pocket, the man pulled out a pen and handed it to Adrian, rolling
up the sleeve of the arm without the card on it and baring skin void of
any design or picture.

               "I want you to think of something – a
               design or image – and write it on my arm.
               Just use a small bit and write what you
               can think of and I’ll do something with it.“

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blxddetorr:

He knew that, but it still didn’t stop him from wanting to know
those secrets. It was a childish pout that made itself known on
his face, drew together his brows and made him look far younger
than his years. Puppyish in it’s pleading manner, and unfortunately
he was extremely good at giving the dejected, kicked puppy look.

His immature behaviour near earned him missing the disappearance
of the paper flower and the appearance of the card that took its place,
and— it was really hard to focus when his burning want to know was
all he could concentrate on. It was only furthered by his next trick, unable
to resist the urge to reach over and trace fingers across the card on his
skin, confirming for himself that it was indeed there.

           ”Come on— just a little hint. Pleeease.”

He could have only expected the other wanting to reach forward to
see if the card design really was on his skin, allowing the other to run
his fingers along it before pulling back.  He gave a laugh as the other
gave him the puppy eyes and nearly begged to know a hint from the trick,
Taylor himself trying to think of something that he could say.  The man
couldn’t tell the truth, he couldn’t really do anything, but if he kept saying
no, the other could end up getting frustrated and back off. Not something
that he wanted.

                          “It’s not really something that I can
                          explain.  These tricks are all ones
                          that I’ve made and come up with by
                          myself.”

Maybe that would work?  If not, he would have to get creative, and his
tricks were not something with which anyone could gauge that with. On
his own, he was not as competent coming up with anything verbally as
he was with how he used his powers.

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blxddetorr:

The effort was clear to see, always was with these kind of things.
Years of practice were just something to be expected with magic
tricks; it was no secret that the best had practiced endlessly to get
as good as they were. Himself included, even though his tricks were
more the kind of making things disappear. Wallets had such a terrible
habit of doing that around him.

Adrian couldn’t help the smile that tugged at his own mouth as that
hand was opened again, laughter that could almost be described as
disbelieving escaping his mouth as his eyes settled on the now blooming
rose. That really was magic, this guy- he couldn’t help but wonder
who exactly he was. No average joe was able to perform tricks like that.

           ”Christ— how the fuck—?”

It was always fun to see the amazement in the other’s eyes, always
fun to impress someone like this, and when the other asked how he
had done the trick, Taylor only shrugged.  He wasn’t going to tell no
matter what the other said or did, was just going to leave the amazement,
and looking down to the palm of his hand, he swiped his other palm
on top and erased the rose.  The rose was gone as soon as it was
there, the ink becoming invisible.

                          “A magician never reveals their
                          secrets.  I’ve got a few more than
                          those.”

With another flick of the fingers of one hand, he was able to morph a
card back in between his fingers, turning it around to show the card
was a nine of clubs.  Rolling up his right arm’s sleeve to reveal bare
skin, he pressed the card to the skin and covered it with his hand,
covering the process in which the card melded back into his skin. When
his hand was removed, the card seemed to have become a part of
his arm, the nine of clubs facing up as it had been.

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There were a few ideas he could imagine to the crumpling of
the card, a few similar things he’d witnessed before and he
wondered what path the other would take with it, what he’d
choose to show off in a flourish. But he’d just have to watch and
find out, have some patience for once and wait for things to happen
before he was second guessing them.

So he stayed quiet, kept his gaze fixed firmly on the other’s closed
hand and anticipated him opening it again- had to pause when he
did to do a double take. Now that one was unexpected, entirely new
and he almost couldn’t believe his eyes. The flower in his hand was
constructed so delicately, much like that of the origami ones people
spent a while perfecting the skill to do.

           "—That’s really cool.“

Saying he was in awe was very much an understatement; he was hooked
well and truly, wanted to both know how in the world the man had done it
and stay in the dark to keep the magic of it.

Even if the other had asked, he wouldn’t have given him and explanation.
There was no way to explain it other than magic, and that was omitting
what was really going on.  If he told the other what it really was – the looks
he’d get.  Taylor could imagine them already. But the man didn’t, only saying
that the trick was cool, and he couldn’t help but smile and nod.

                 "Thanks – I work real hard on this stuff.
                 I’m glad they’re appreciated.”

He grinned before closing his hand over the folded flower that was in the
palm, crumpling it up again and allowing the ink and skin to mold back into
his hand.  Instead of letting it disappear fully, he shifted the ink to take the
picture of a rose in bloom, fully colored with red along the petals and seeming
to have drops of water running down them.  As beautiful as the folded flower,
he opened his hand to reveal the image, the smile still plastered to his face.

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blxddetorr:

Patience wasn’t a virtue he possessed a lot of. He had very little of it,
actually, especially in situations like this. Good things might’ve came to
those who waited, but that was yet something he had to learn. Wait he
did though, watched as the card was held up and shown off. A single
card, it was nothing special.

He didn’t blink, either, not after the warning that that was all the time it
could take for things to change. That one was one he almost expected
however, a classic trick he’d seen performed many a time. It was, admittedly
however, strange to see it done with just a single card and no deck in sight
or visibly put away in a pocket, again leaving no room for the methods he
was used to. This guy must’ve been extremely good at what he did to do
so with such ease, no doubt put hours of practice into even a simpler trick
such as the one he’d just shown.

Adrian was almost jealous of it. Almost, but his mouth remained shut as
he waited— patiently— for the next one. Time could be spent later on trying
to figure out what the other had up his sleeves.

Without his power, Taylor wasn’t be very impressive at all. He didn’t
have any card tricks outside of using his ability, was shaky with the sleight
of hand, and couldn’t pick a pocket without feeling guilty afterwards. If not
for his tricks and the money that it could bring in, he would have been on
the street a long while ago instead of moving from town to town, motel to
motel. Times like this, however, where he could remind himself what he
was blessed to have, helped him through those moments and to swallow
the life he was living.

The man was watching him so attentively, as if he would miss something
if he looked away, and he was glad that he really enjoyed the first trick that
he showed.  It was small, but it caught the other’s attention and he couldn’t
help but want to show off a bit more.  Impress the man further than he had
already.  With flick of the fingers, he crumpled the card into the palm of his
hand, morphing and shifting the form to take the design of an intricately
made paper rose made from the same playing card.  When he opened his
hand after ‘crumpling’ it, the rose sat in the middle of his palm, Taylor blowing
a breath of air along the top and shifting the card to move like petals from
a flower being brushed by a breeze.

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blxddetorr:

His shot was downed, now empty glass pushed aside so every
ounce of his attention could be paid to his company and his tricks.
They were too fascinating to look past, something that he couldn’t
figure out for the life of him when he wasn’t even that drunk. It wasn’t
sleight of hand or misdirection or anything he knew— and he just
couldn’t wrap his head around it. Granted that that was the point
of tricks, they were more entertaining when methods were unknown,
but it was just in his nature to want to know.

           "Show me some.“

Even though that was probably the plan. Sometimes Adrian was nothing
more than a demanding, impatient child and right about now was one of
those times. As if it wasn’t obvious enough.

He was planning to show the other some of his tricks, but the
man seemed so eager more eager than before, and he couldn’t
help but comply. It would only take a moment for him to think of
a couple of things for him to do, pull a few things out of thin air
so that he could keep the wonder. In the time, he held up the
card in between his fingers, turning it around to show that there
was only a single card there.

                  "Alright, just have a bit of patience
                  and watch –
                  Some of my tricks can change in the
                  blink of an eye.”

The card held up was faced back to the other, showing the four
of diamonds so clearly printed on the front.  His other hand moved
up to grab at the top, pulling it back before letting it flick back forward.
In that split second that he flicked the card, the ink of the four bled
into his fingers and disappeared, a nine of clubs filling in and replacing
it.  It had gone so quickly and been timed well enough that if the
other had blinked, he would have missed it. The trick was one of his
more simple ones, but it was enough to just start out with.

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blxddetorr:

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u boner

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blxddetorr:

does this make it better

y u do this to moi c'mon the cute

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blxddetorr:

He was almost like a child in the way he was perched
forward, eyes curious and watching every little move the
other made. Sleight of hand was something he knew,
something he’d see from a mile away and this wasn’t that.
The fact he hadn’t the slightest idea what the other was
doing only furthered his curiosity, the intrigue clear in his
face as he watched what unfolded.

The other was entirely right— it wasn’t like anything he’d
ever seen, or done himself, before. That was new and
interesting and he very much wanted to understand how
the hell he’d done it.

           "That’s pretty neat.“

Taylor was still sober enough to do this, only on
the beer and whatever was to be coming his way,
so it was best to get what he wanted to do out before
he screwed it up.  The way that the other looked to
the deck simply appearing made the grin on his lips
broaden, nodding his head and letting out a small
laugh as it was called neat.  Neat was on way to
describe it, interesting, fascinating, unbelievable
being a few others he had heard.  If they knew the
secret behind it, though, he could only imagine what
they might say then.

                          Freak, for example.

But he didn’t let his mind wander to it, reaching with
his other hand to pull a card from the deck, skin merging
and shifting to make it seem and sound like he had done
so to a true deck.  The card he ‘pulled’ was a four of
diamonds, held out to show the other as the hand holding
the deck turned over and pressed down to the bar. The
deck melded back into his hand and was gone as soon
as it was there, leaving the one card being held in between
his fingers.

               "I’m glad you like it so far. Most of
               my tricks only deal with one card from
               the deck, though.”

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