Riley remined knelt in the circle, bottle to his lips and book held loosely in his hand. If had been paying attention to anything more than drowning the twisting ache in his chest, he would have noticed how the world outside silenced. How the crickets quieted their call. How the birds of the night fell into a hush. It was as if the world held its breath. Riley did too, but for a reason that was all together not the same. Magic hummed across his skin. Invisible fingers skittering up and down arms sculpted like fine marble as he crosses his arm on bent knee, placing his forehead against it as he took in a deep breath as pleasant chills skittered up and down his back.<br/><br/><br/>He had himself, that was more than he had a week ago. Though what had he been expecting? Really? Maybe insanity didn’t skip a generation or something. He didn’t know and right now he didn’t care. He might as well make an half ass attempt to clean this up before the chalk tries to stain the wood. Try and force a couple of glasses of water down him before he lays down for the night. This was stupid anyhow, he’d be fine on his own. He can figure it out. Hell, maybe he’ll get a cat like he’s always wanted. God he was going to need to get the electricity turned on soon cause he sure as hell can’t deal with this silence. Riley raised his head, moving to brace his forearms on his knee before trying to rise only to halt as his bright blues fell upon the last thing he expected to see with him in the center of this woven markings of chalk and the thin tendrils of smoke. Was a man, and for a moment Riley forgot how to breath.<br/><br/><br/>Knelt before him was a person so beautiful, and in all honesty? Stole what sense he had left. Features sharp, defined along such lovely lips. A part of him wanted to reach out, to push those lovely, long strands behind his ear. To steal a chance to see if it was as soft as it looked. To ghost his fingertips along his fair skin, to feel the firmness of his cheek beneath, just to see if this was real. If he was real and not some sort of delusion. A figment of his imagination. One born of loneliness and whatever had to have been mixed in this bottle. Or was it something in the incenses? There was no way that someone like this was not a fragment of his imagination. Someone so unbelievably lovely and fair just magically appearing from nowhere? If this was magic he might have to decide he almost like it.<br/><br/><br/>The breath he was holding rush out of him in an unbidden sigh when those angelic lashes fluttered open to reveal the most shocking eyes. A green so vivid and almost startling in the intelligence in them. He could practically see those gears turning, almost as if he was already two or three thoughts ahead of him. Though what made it near impossible to break from staring at those eyes were the rings of orange, a vivid, stark thing against that field of green. There was something almost otherworldly about it. Who was he lying for? It was utterly otherworldly and in that dulled haze of Whisky he wasn’t sure what to think about it all. All he knew was he could lose himself in them for ages and he doubt he would even notice.  But all things come to an end, it was as if he was enchanted for the slightest movement, even the slightest way he moved that made his hair brush against that crook of his neck. It all had Riley’s undivided attention, and part of that scared him.<br/><br/><br/>His eyes were caught by the movement of his hand as he shifted his gaze down, his own following as he took in features from a toned, lean frame. From a firm chest, a smooth, toned stomach though as he followed the path of that hand, he could feel the heat upon his cheek burn and he had enough sense about him to know it wasn’t just the drink. He drinking in the sight like a man in a desert, he shifting as he felt a heat shoot through him, He dragging his bottom lip between his teeth, worrying his poor, abused lip between his teeth as he finally find the will to pull his eyes from the ample sex of the man before him. Heat and confusion flashed through him as the haze started to bleed away to a startling sobriety.<br/><br/><br/>Why was he here? Where did he come from? And why by the ever loving fuck was he naked?!<br/><br/><br/>For as the edges started to sharpen and the world centered he was becoming starkly aware that this is likely not just his imagination. For not amount of drink, loneliness and a hint of unsatisfied hunger wasn’t going to concoct something like this. Unless he was drugged…drugs could do this? Right? God, did she put LSD in her liquor bottles?! Can you mix that shit with booze?!<br/><br/><br/>That spiraling thought was robbed from him when a voice that shook his spiraling thoughts to it’s core and centered him in a way he didn’t think was possible. Though no sooner had his voice brought him back to earth did it send him into a whole different spin. Confusion wrinkled his brow, as a dark blush clawed its way up his neck.<i>Master</i>had he called him master? That single word had sent a hunger shooting through him in a way that he didn’t know if to be embarrassed or note it for a later. He shifts again, mindful of the stirring of his arousal. Though another emotion conflicted against all of these, clashing, fighting, and threatening to overthrow it all into one emotion that he knows far too well. Fear. For this was becoming all to real, all too vivid, and fuck, he was real, wasn’t he?<br/><br/><br/>“I….No!Why?! …Wait. No! shut up, what?!” He shouted, leaning back from him with his brows raising in surprise, blinking in rapid succession, as if it would clear this delusion. When it didn’t do anything of the like Riley fell back as he tried to scramble away, he only succeeding to move himself back a few inches as he stared incredulously at him. “Where the fuck-How-What?!” He yelped, before narrowing his eyes at the bare man. “Who the hell are you?!” He hissed, some sense returning. Ritrual? He could be talking about…No, there is no fucking way. Magic isn’t real, and that book said jack shit about him having to be naked. Why the hell would he have to be-No, this wasn’t happening! It had to be some be some sort of prank. Soemthing. His posture having returend to the familiar tense, defensive ache that has him curling back into himself, confused, suspcirious bright eyes narrowing at the man before him. What the hell was this?! Magic….Magic wasn’t real!