spellswoven

⠀⠀⠀    ⠀enough. stand /still./ 

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀is it power? or desire? which is it, seraphina? 

⠀⠀⠀ and what makes you think you’d know better than i do? as a man?
            
            ⠀⠀ ⠀ ╱   this is more so the odyssey based one - liner regarding on the topics of the olympian gods and etc.

@mystikais    ( … )     [     the   blood   witch   tilted   her   head   as   her   eyes   wandered   about   the   greenhouse,   taking   in   its   natural   light,   the   potted   plants,   flowers   and   the   vines   creeping   up   the   walls.   a   hum   left   her   lips   as   she   stepped   closer   to   some   of   the   flowers.   her   hand   lifted,   fingertips   brushing   close   to   some   of   the   petals,   delicately.      ]     you   know,   it’s   quite   beautiful. 

** it 

   her   eyes   fluttered,   unfocused,   pupils   drained   of   colour.   the   white   slowly   bled   back   into   amethyst,   the   familiar   hue   returning   like   a   tide   struggling   against   a   storm.     ]    I’m   fine.   I’m   fine.    [     she   whispered,   the   words   trembling   as   she   sucked   in   a   ragged   breath.   she   gasped   again,   chest   heaving,   as   though   the   air   itself   resisted   her.     ]     go   back   to   bed.
            
            / 2/2      @lafaeys 

@lafaeys    ( … )    [    the   witch   was   hunched   over   the   small   table   in   her   chamber,   shoulders   drawn   tight   as   though   bracing   against   a   storm   only   she   could   feel.   candles   flickered   in   a   trembling   constellation   around   her,   their   soft   amber   glow   licking   at   the   walls   and   throwing   restless   shadows   across   the   room.   she   had   heard   him   burst   in — heard   the   violent   crack   of   wood   as   her   door   nearly   tore   from   its   hinges — but   she   didn’t   turn.   she   couldn’t.   her   back   remained   rigidly   toward   him,   breath   shallow,   as   if   any   movement   might   shatter   the   fragile   thread   tethering   her   to   herself.
            
                her   dreams   had   been   hunting   her   again,   dragging   her   from   sleep   with   claws   made   of   memory   and   prophecy.   in   the   haze   of   that   trance   she   had   risen,   drifting   across   the   room   like   a   sleepwalker,   lighting   candles   with   hands   that   didn’t   feel   like   her   own.   charcoal   sketches   sprawled   across   the   table — frantic,   jagged   lines   carved   into   paper   with   desperate   force.   symbols,   faces,   fragments   of   visions   she   couldn’t   fully   grasp.   she   hadn’t   even   realised   she’d   been   screaming   until   his   voice   cut   through   the   fog.
            
                 only   then   did   sera   turn.   blood   traced   slow,   deliberate   paths   down   her   cheeks,   falling   like   tears   that   refused   to   dry.   her   fingers   clamped   onto   the   edge   of   the   table,   nails   biting   into   the   wood   as   though   she   needed   the   pain   to   anchor   herself   to   this   reality.   she   looked   lost — truly   lost — caught   between   waking   and   dreaming,   between   herself   and   something   else   entirely.   
            
            / 1/2 

⠀⠀ ⠀what’s wrong?      i heard you /scream./ 

@lafaeys     ( … )     [      it   was   almost   funny,   in   its   own   twisted   way — how   completely   unbothered   sera   seemed   by   the   chaos   she’d   unleashed,   by   the   sheer   scale   of   what   she’d   managed   to   orchestrate.   if   anything,   the   only   thing   truly   testing   her   patience   was   the   earring   that   refused   to   behave.   irritation   simmered   beneath   her   skin,   warm   and   restless,   rising   until   the   mirror   caught   a   shift   of   movement   behind   her.   her   brows   lifted   as   he   stepped   into   view,   gently   brushing   her   hand   aside   to   take   the   stubborn   piece   of   jewellery   himself.   she   didn’t   protest.   her   gaze   stayed   locked   on   his   reflection,   intense   and   unblinking,   watching   the   careful   precision   of   his   fingers   as   he   secured   the   fastening   at   last.     ]       thank   you…
             
                 well.    [     she   murmured,   amusement   humming   low   in   her   throat   as   she   turned   to   face   him.    ]     I   can’t   help   having   fans,   can   I ?     [     the   corner   of   her   mouth   curled,   head   tilting   with   a   feline   sort   of   satisfaction.    ]     you   still   say   witchcraft   like   it   tastes   bitter   on   your   tongue.   admit   it — some   part   of   you   is   intrigued.   and   as   for   my   talents….   [     her   smile   deepened.    ]     you’ve   only   witnessed   the   smallest   fraction.   though   yours,   I   still   have   yet   to   witness. 

⠀⠀⠀ need a hand? ⠀⠀⋆ ⠀ he watched from the quiet ease of his seat, one leg crossed over the other as the morning paper rested between his fingers. the front page was swallowed by bold headlines, another scandal stretching across the daily metro, recounting the overnight collapse of the elite network. communication arrays had gone dark, private servers had been breached, and one of their strongest operational towers had fallen without warning. at the centre of it all was a familiar title printed in heavy black ink: the unknown ranker. sera’s work had made the front page once again, though no one had managed to uncover the woman responsible. that much remained known only to a very select few. lowering the newspaper, his gaze settled on her reflection in the mirror. she seemed to be struggling with the clasp of one earring. folding the paper onto the coffee table, he rose from the armchair and crossed the suite. morning sunlight poured through the tall windows overlooking paris, washing the room in pale gold while the distant murmur of traffic and the occasional car horn drifted up from the boulevard below. reaching around from behind, he gently eased her hand away before his fingers found the fastening. his voice came low, barely above a breath. ⋆
            
            ⠀⠀⠀here, let me. ⠀⠀⋆ ⠀his fingers secured the clasp with an easy click before his eyes lifted to meet hers through the mirror. there was no judgement in them, only quiet curiosity.  ⋆ ⠀   ⠀⠀the metro seems fascinated by your work. from the way they’re writing it, you’d think the elite network collapsed under its own weight instead of someone dismantling it piece by piece. their servers are gone, their security grid’s in shambles,       and an entire tower vanished from their command chain overnight.    
            
            ⠀⠀⋆  the faintest trace of amusement touched his expression.  ⋆ ⠀ i wasn’t aware you possessed a talent beyond.. \witchcraft.\

@spellswoven      ⠀⠀ ⠀ ╱       AHAHAHAHAHAHAHH.                  

@lafaeys    /    no,   because   why   is   this   song   already   on   my   playlist   for   her ??   you   read   my   mindddd.   I   loveeee   < 33