𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐯𝐫𝐞

⠀❥  STARTER ✧∘ଂ ࿐ ཾ ཾ
          her jet black orbs fixated on the tarot cards on her hands. long, cascading silk-like stygian locks swayed along with the soft evening breeze. ivory skin as a porcelain doll and face outlined in a soft round, oval structure. blaise blinked her eyes upon picking a card for herselfn and stared at the sky with great compassion.
          
          the witch was utterly amazed on how simple yet beautiful the sky looked, it seemed to grasped into every dream, thoughts and the secrets she had wished to kept. a smile crossed softly upon her rosy lips. "a reversed moon. the cards never lie." blaise giggled, wondering what will happened soon. 
          
          her smile vanished in an instant as anxiety crept onto her deity-like face, she bit her lower lip as a person came into her range of sight, huffing a few air. she tilted her head slightly, waving her hand as a smile rose onto her lips, "hello there!" she greeted gleefully. "do you want a free reading?" she giggled.

Stumbling into an open field, Ceithin realized that the field was utterly empty. There was no one around-all there is but a few tall trees, a quiet hush and the smell of flowers seeping in around. The young Sallowes smiled at the ambiance of the environment, his little blue butterfly landing onto his left hand whilst clutching the straps of his favorite leather bag on his right. Even so, as he's newly abducted and the land is foreign he couldn't completely remained loose. He shook his head out of dismay and fixated his gaze at the cope cerulean skies.
          
          The butterfly seems to sense his subtle movements and flee, Ceithin laid across his left hand aloof—grasping the sun as it beamed at him. “Petulance.” He mumbled. His butterfly landed on the same spot as before, his eyes still fighting to looked at the sun. “Danger and camaraderie.” He gritted his teeth, sauntering cautiously towards one of the trees. “Human?” He blurted out upon seeing someone else. “It cannot be—could it be a trespasser?” His eyes slightly glinted. “Eh, no. It’s a witch.” He hissed, looking disgusted as he turned his back not realizing he had awakened you.

"Oh, are you sure about this...? There's no backing out and I wouldn't want you fo do anything you're uncomfortable with..." A smirk grew on Imogen's lips, "My name is Imogen. You?" 

[ ♧ ] 170620 9:30AM
          
          good day! heather has signed in. 
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STARTER:
          
          Imogen sniffed the rose she plucked from one of the bushes, wincing as the thorns brushed against her skin. A smile graced her lips as she admired the red flower, "Pretty. I wonder who I can give it to? I'm in need of a new bedwarmer..." She muttered to herself. 
          
          As if on cue, her eyes landed on an unfamiliar figure, a fellow witch who'll entertain her advances, she hoped. 
          
          With no further ado and a flirty grin plastered on her lips, she teleported in front of the witch, handing over the thorny rose to them. "I think you're really cute. Do you want to sleep with me?" She asked in such a casual way, as if she was just inviting them over for lunch, her eyes wide and lips curled in a coquettish manner.
          
          ( OOC : Imogen is a seductress, hence her advances. Please do tell me if it makes you uncomfortable, I'll try to tame it. Thank you! )