𝔙𝔞𝔫 ℌ𝔢𝔩𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔤 / 🦇

/     !!     pretty please

☆ // @helsings 
            
            / first intro PLEASEEE

@helsings 
            
            /   HAHAHA I love you too ;)

@FANGEDFXCK 
            
            / what the heck WATTPAD :’))) lemme go and drop on your mb so we can continue!!! I’ll drop what I responded with originally and then we can continue from there <3

@wiccaanways 
            
            It does (…) but I learned long ago that the more you feed the hunger, the more it mistakes your moment of weakness as an invitation to return. 

@wiccaanways 
            
            *Her thumb dragged slowly across her own lower lip before she reached for the dagger resting at her side—ancient silver etched with scripture worn smooth by centuries of use. The only blade ever capable of opening his skin*
            
            *She leaned in between his knees, fingers gliding over the faded initial already carved into him, reverent enough to almost seem tender. Then her lips pressed against the old mark—heated, deliberate—lingering just long enough to make the anticipation cruel. When she finally looked up at him again, there was a rare smirk pulling at her mouth*
            
            I am going to enjoy this far more than I should, my love.

is it suffering if i both enjoy it? [ he replies, sliding his unbuttoned shirt off him and throwing it over the chair. he sits, eyes watching as she took him in. admiration shining in his eyes as she examined the state of his marking. honestly it should’ve faded ages ago, but he allowed it to remain. ] 
            
            i want you to enjoy this too— this act of making me yours. 

@wiccaanways 
            
            *Gabrielle’s gaze lowered to the faded scar, and for once the composure in her expression cracked into something darker—something that almost looked pleased*
            
            You always did wear suffering like devotion (…) take a seat, my love—I’ll make sure you enjoy this.

@wiccaanways 
            
            ah—I say we test that theory then (…) yes? you see that tree trunk, we’ll use it as the target. *the huntress motioned toward the large tree, hues of deep brow glowing in a challenging manner as she awaited his response* 

@helsings 
            
            Levi released an exasperated breath at her, unable to process nor to think of a comeback to that. She hurried her steps and he followed, biting his tongue for a moment before shaking his head with a laugh. "You're insufferable." He said, now walking by her side again, obviously stuck on what she said, obviously not letting it go. "I am the annoying one? Me?"
            
            His feet kicked at the rocks as he walked, it was evident he had gotten tired, needed fuel, yet stubbornly didn't say anything. Green eyes flickered over her features, entertained and shocked at once. "You're the one treating me like a bloodhound -" and just like that his voice pushed up a pitch into a horrendous, girly tone.  
            "Oo Levi - go fetch me their heads! I'd hate to ruin my weapons with dirty blood!"

@FANGEDFXCK 
            
            Gabrielle didn’t slow, only flicking him a sideways glance as he caught up, her stride smooth, almost teasing in its ease.
            
            “A crow?” she repeated, brows lifting slightly. “Please. Too loud.”
            
            A beat—then a faint, sharper smirk.
            
            “I prefer something that lurks in the dark and complains constantly.”
            
            She let that sit just long enough before adding, dry as ever:
            
            “Good thing I already brought one.”
            
            And just like that, she picked up her pace—daring him to keep up.

@helsings 
            
            He scoffed at her, and walking behind her she couldn't see the scowl that appeared on his face. 
            "What did you expect? A familiar?" He snapped back, almost stumbling on a branch in the path with a curse leaving his lips. Levi jogged up the hill after her, releasing a sigh once he finally came in step after her. "It would suit you, witch." He mused, bumping his shoulder purposely against her. "What Do you want, hm? A crow perhaps?"

@wiccaanways 
            
            Her expression dimmed, the light in her eyes faltering as something heavier settled in its place. For a moment, she said nothing—just stood there, the silence speaking for her.
            
            “I don’t know,” she admitted quietly, her voice stripped of its usual certainty. “I stopped believing I had a place worth listening to… a long time ago.”
            
            Her gaze lowered, but only briefly before she steadied herself.
            
            “…but when I think he doesn’t hear me,” she continued, softer now, “that’s when I pray more.”
            
            A faint, almost bitter exhale left her lips.
            
            “And lately… I’ve been praying a lot.”

“ do you think he hears you (…) even now? ” his hand squeezes tightly on a bottle of holy water, fingers instinctively grazing the engraving. he’s putting them up in his cabinet, trying to maintain normalcy but there’s a bitterness laced within his question— not toward her but the answer he felt was true.  

@wiccaanways 
            
            “I do… occasionally,” she admitted, her tone steady but edged with something heavier. “It’s the only way I’ve learned to live with the things I’ve done.”

/   !! 

@helsings 
            
            /  yes pls !!