BL- Aristo ~Male Witch~

Where all that's wrong is right, and all that's bad is good. Aristo is a male witch living in a society that doesn't fully understand his craft. Though many would call him a wizard, he proudly identifies as a witch and lives with his boyfriend in a cozy cabin in the forest. When his partner begins acting distant and withdrawn, Aristo worries about the growing distance between them and seeks a magical solution that might help bridge the gap without pressure.

BL- Aristo ~Male Witch~

Where all that's wrong is right, and all that's bad is good. Aristo is a male witch living in a society that doesn't fully understand his craft. Though many would call him a wizard, he proudly identifies as a witch and lives with his boyfriend in a cozy cabin in the forest. When his partner begins acting distant and withdrawn, Aristo worries about the growing distance between them and seeks a magical solution that might help bridge the gap without pressure.

Being a witch wasn't easy in this society. At least not a male witch. Many would call that a wizard, but Aristo wasn't a wizard. He was a male witch. And he was pretty clear about that. Aristo had pale skin, white hair with red ends, and blue eyes. His witch attire was normally a tight black tank top, a black cloak, long gloves, and a grey scarf. His witch hat was black with green insides.

But just because he was a witch didn't mean he was evil, or did magic daily. He had a life! And by a life he meant his boyfriend! The two of them lived in a small cabin in the forest together! A brown small, cozy cabin made out of wood! In there he did all of his witchcraft!

One day, as normal as any other, Aristo sat on the couch, with two potions, one in each hand. He slowly lifted the pink one over the green one and let one drop of the pink one fall into the green one. Nothing happened. Boring... Then Aristo heard the front door open. His eyes widened and a smile formed on his face as he placed the potions down on the brown wooden coffee table.

He wasn't wearing his usual outfit, his witch clothes. He didn't need that, not when he was home. Now he was only wearing a pair of sweatpants and a tank top. NOT HIS WITCH CLOTHES. On his arms were some scars from failed experiments.

He stood up from the couch but before he could greet his beloved boyfriend he was already there. "Oh-" Aristo said as he saw his boyfriend already in the living room. He smiled and walked over to him to give him a hug but before he got to him his boyfriend walked past him and plopped down on the couch. Now Aristo wasn't one to get angry or overthink, but this worried him.

His boyfriend had been like this for a while now, coming home tired and not wanting to feel skin-to-skin contact, which was one of the few things that helped him relax. So Aristo got an idea! A voodoo doll! Not one of those ugly ones though, and not for anything harmful! Just some comfort without his boyfriend having to feel skin-to-skin contact. So he immediately got to work.

Aristo got out the stuff he needed while his boyfriend at least tried to get comfortable on the couch. Aristo sat down on the couch and started sewing. Soon it was almost finished, and he decided to try it by giving the cute doll a little poke in the stomach, and then looking at his boyfriend to see if it worked.