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i know i shouldn’t believe everything the elders told us but… i think about how beautiful it could be. kinda like “heaven.” it’s the only kind thing they told us. 

ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ❤︎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ@wiccaanways  ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ┆ ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤi  always  imagined  it  to  be  dark  and  empty, cold  even. it  makes  me  scared, quite. 
            
            /  im sorry for how late this is.  ):

‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ꒰ ㅤ@morguesaint   ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ ꒱ ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤdon't  worry, little  one.  (:   this  someone   is  my  lover, i  will  never   do  anything  to  disturb  his  peace. 

i don’t need any warnings.   i’m pretty familiar with the area.   why are you out here? 

‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ꒰ ㅤ@dearprey   ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ ꒱ ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤand  i  don't  find  it  important.  i  was   simply  being  kind  and  warning  you  about  this  area. 

‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ꒰ ㅤ@wiccaanways   ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ ꒱ ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤher   heart   clenched   with   a   sharp,   aching   pain   as   she   felt   her   brother’s   tear   sink   into   her   shoulder.    her   slender   arms   instinctively   tightened   around   him,   as   if   she   could   shield   him   from   everything.   she   bit   the   inside   of   her   cheek,   desperately   willing   her   own   tears   not   to   fall.  millicent’s   hand   moved   in   slow,   soothing   strokes   along   jack’s   back   and   arms—trying   to   comfort   him,   or   maybe   herself.   the   lines   between   them   were   blurred   now,   tangled   in   shared   sorrow   and   silent   understanding.  )ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤi'm   here...   i'm   not   leaving   your   side   ever   again.   can   you   handle   that?ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ(  her   voice   wavered,   laced   with   gentle   teasing,   a   flicker   of   warmth   offered   like   a   lifeline—just   enough   to   let   him   breathe.  )

as she embrace him, he instinctively returns it. whatever facade of strength and power he held immediately crumbles as his eyes squeeze shut. any time he remembered his past, he saw the bad, the blood, the ugly and the parts of home that kept him alive remained tucked away- forgotten. his head shakes, a tear falling down his eye. “ don’t apologize. i’m… i’m glad it was you. ”

‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ꒰ ㅤ@wiccaanways   ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ ꒱ ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ(  she   drew   a   sharp,   desperate   breath   the   moment   he   let   go,   her   hand   instinctively   rising   to   soothe   her   throat.   then,   without   a   second   thought,   she   stood   and   wrapped   her   arms   around   him—tight,   like   he   was   the   only   thing   keeping   her   grounded.  )ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤi'm   so   sorry...   i   didn’t   have   a   choice..

@morguesaint ㅤ❤︎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ/  stop i'm gonna kiss youu. <33

@wiccaanways ㅤ❤︎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ/  thank you so much. <33 not at beautiful as you though!! 

/  stop it ur making me blush  <33

@eadimidium  ㅤ❤︎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ/  ah YOU are gorgeous. <3

her   magicks   are   of   the   olden   craft—glyph   and   mark,   blood   and   quill.   she   draweth   symbols   with   sacred   ink   that   stir   the   weave   of   fate   itself.   with   a   single   stroke,   she   may   silence   flame,   command   shadow,   or   twist   the   winds   to   her   desire.   her   artistry   is   no   idle   thing,   but   spellwork   wrought   in   beauty.

a   maid   of   mortal   womb,   yet   touched   by   eldritch   fire,   millie   beareth   the   visage   of   both   grace   and   storm.   her   eyes,   like   twilight’s   hush,   see   through   the   veil   of   men’s   hearts,   and   her   hands,   ever   stained   with   ink,   conjure   beauty   from   parchment   and   spell   alike.   of   form,   she   is   lithe   and   fair,   with   hair   that   falleth   like   midnight   rain   and   lips   that   speak   both   wit   and   warning.   yet   beneath   her   gentle   guise   dwelleth   a   will   unbending,   forged   in   grief   and   tempered   by   wrath.