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darling-daphne·:
it was hazy, her memory, with holes in it like swiss cheese and daphne couldn’t recall what had lead to her collapse. only that in stubbornness she had done something potentially perilous..or maybe that was a dramatic mind speaking. yet the feeling would not leave her. “ w-where am I? “ with the other’s insistent touch she leaned back on the cot. head and body appeared to be in agreement with that decision but not when it came to mapping out her day in order to find something to piece together. the focus shifted once more at the voice, a shake of her head near violent. “ no, “ pushing it away with a gentle hand at least. “ don’t do well with mystery concoctions. sorry. “
“believe me, there are stranger things taken with tea here in wonderland,” he says, the inflection of his shy words sympathetic. “i take this for headaches all the time.” humming, remy sets the steaming porcelain cup on a bedside tray. the boy’s learned throughout his herbology experience that the more one pushes, the more closed off a patient grows towards help. “i hope you don’t mind that i’ve brought you here,” he says, sheepishly. after taking a seat by her bedside, he rubs the back of his neck. “i carried you to my cottage. it felt a little...a little cruel to leave you laying outside!”
occultatin:
❝ PLEASE FORGIVE ME FOR MY MANNERS , ❞ the witch frowned , taking note of his 𝓁𝑜𝓈𝓉 contents . not uttering a word more , sarah kneeled down to gather the ingredients that had spilled from the basket in which he had been carrying . she was always so careless when she was in the moment . ❝ it is the moon dance , silly , ❞ the blond giggled , holding out the basket to him . ❝ it should all be there ! i’m so very sorry for running into you like i did . i was . . swept away , ❞ partially ashamed of herself for being so oblivious to her surroundings . his next set of words caused a small ache in her chest . ❝ no , no , no never think of yourself as a bother . i’d like if you’d stay ! although , i will not force you to if you have elsewhere to be . ❞
“a moon dance?” he repeats, tilting his head to the left. remy is too clumsy for free-spirited dances under the stars. a case of two left feet make him unable to dance without looking like a fool, leaving him to wallflower on the sidelines as others have their fun. “what does this...uh, moon dance do?” he asks. the boy’s slender fingers carefully reorganized spilled herbs the best he can in the dark. “please don’t apologize, miss!” says the boy. “i-i guess i can sit here for a while and watch! where’s the harm in that?”
littlevcper·:
“You’re so damn corny, you know that?” Phobos replies with a chuckle, reaching in his pocket for a piece of rock candy, popping it in his mouth.
“aren’t there a lot worse things in the world to be?” he grins.
𝐜 𝐥 𝐨 𝐬 𝐞 𝐝 // @peachyxdoll
his cheek presses against the shop counter, a long mop of brown hair falling over his eyes. today is a slow day and there isn’t a customer in sight. “a quick snooze won’t hurt...” he says, stifling a yawn. ever since the death of his family he’s needed to keep the shop afloat by his lonesome. remy struggles with upkeeping the shop, healing the sick, making the tinctures and tonics himself, servicing customers and even finding enough time to wipe down the shop counter every once in a while. “a cat nap to...recoup some energy,” he yawns. the boy’s eyelids flutter closed. he’s fast asleep when the front door opens and the shop’s bell chimes.
𝐨 𝐩 𝐞 𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐥𝐥
“h-hey, try not to move too much!” gentle hands press against the other, pushing them back so they resume laying on the cot. daylight illuminates the hanging pots of plants on every window and the sheen of the boy’s hair. it can only be tricks of the light but it looks as though daybreak gives him a halo. “it looked like you collapsed and hit your head really hard. here, drink this to help with the pain,” he murmurs. remy offers a teacup of traditional herbal medicine he’s made himself. the liquid’s botanic scent overpowers the room. although the aroma of his medicines are not to the liking of his patients he feels they’re comforting. “i’m remy,” he says. the boy smiles for the first time since the other awakened.
terrvrs·:
“he was dangerous. i saved your life.“
“but did you have to kill him? what are we going to do? th-the authorities...i should call the authorities.”
melodieuxm:
“… come again?” he was searching for oil, and didn’t find any. eyebrows would furrow in confusion. “what oil are you talking about?”
“the one in here--” he says, cut off by his own clumsiness. slender hands accidentally knock against a glass tincture jar. “oh gods, i spilled it everywhere,” he groans. “please, d-don’t touch anything on the counter! i’ll be right with you the moment i clean this up!”
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"i, um, think it’s more like she’s taken a liking to me. but if i were a kitten i’d want to stay with someone who grows catnip too.”
frcmtheocean·:
The clapping startled her, the sound something completely unfamiliar to her ears. When you brought your hands together in the water, they made no such noise. She’d been so absorbed in the singing of the waitress that she’d forgotten her entire purpose for being there in the first place. To learn about human culture so that she could blend in when the time came to go undercover and track down the tribe that wiped out her colony.
remy takes notice of the startled woman across from him. “it’s okay, I’m...not much of a people person either,” he offers. he smiles shyly, honey hues casting down at the restaurant table. slender fingers curl around a silver fork and he picks at his dinner. it isn’t often the boy allows himself such fanciful treats. “the rosemary lamb makes the noise worth it.”
terrvrs :
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“You embarrassed me this evening.”
❝ i...i shouldn't have asked you to come to the gala. i was a complete fish out of water. ❞
occultatin:
* ♡ ›› 𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖓 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖗 . ❖ with @ anyone .
THE MOONLIGHT SHINED SO BRIGHT . wildflowers were delicately placed within rose pink tresses . moonbeams flickered upon the witches that frolicked beneath the full moon . twirling in circles with her eyes squeezed shut , giggles erupted from ruby painted lips . it was not long before she had 𝕔𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕕 with another body . ❝ o-oh! ❞ she stammered , eyes going wide . ❝ is this not the most beautiful sight that you have ever seen ? ❞ she asks , sighing in content . the moon dance was one of sarah’s favorite activities . dressed in a white sheer & flowy gown , flowers adorn in her hair & chanting filling the air . the energy here was almost 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 . ❝ what a magical night ! ❞
the boy crouches, harvesting forest herbs when their leaves are at their most tender. he’s performed the action hundreds of times. remy smiles gently knowing the oils will be extracted to heal the sick and hurting. he trims more leaves for his basket. the dancing girl’s body collides with his own, the crash knocking the basket out of his hands. surprise etches itself unto his features. “a magical night...?” he trails off. his gaze flits from the girl’s flowing gown, to her moonlight soaked hair adorned with flowers. could she be a witch or a fairy? he’s never seen one in action before. “i-i can get out of your way if you’re practicing spells,” he offers, timidly. “i wouldn’t want to be a bother, miss.”
onlyhxdabrain:
open to all // [ @talestarter ]
another day, another disappointment, sawyer thought to himself as he made his way out of the small pawn shop, hand massaging his forehead. travelling was taxing and tiring, and doing so when he felt less than perfect was another task entirely. but some hole-in-the-wall pawn shop had shown promise for a magical item he was looking for had lead him all the way out here and again, for nothing. he sighed before making his way into one of the local shops for some tea. there were good days and there were bad days. days when sawyer tried to keep himself stable. the last thing he wanted was to not be able to make it back home tonight and have to find someplace to stay instead.
he was sure he looked like he hadn’t slept in weeks, the clothes on his back slightly disheveled, his curls falling in his face. he took a sip of his tea, catching someone’s eye. “ can i help you? ” he said, the grogginess seeping its way into his tone.
“i-i didn’t mean to stare!” he protests. his face burns with embarrassment, cheeks flushing pink. he fiddles with fraying threads on the sleeves of his cream sweater. suddenly two shaking hands grab his porcelain teacup, he lifts it to his lips and gulps. scalding liquid scorches his throat; it shocks him, jolts him into breathing before nerves get the better of him. “that was rude of me,” he says, quickly. remy adverts his gaze. sunlight streams through the shop’s windows. his eyes catch the light; honey brown hues are filtered into rich shades of bourbon. he clears his throat. “i’m, uh, i apologize!”
terrvrs :
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“He couldn’t have died at a worse time.”
❝ oh, oh gods, did you kill him? i think i’m going to be sick- ❞
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“it looks like you’re in trouble there. can I help?”
❝ you might regret it if you do — if you get any of that pennyroyal oil on you, it can cause convulsions. ❞
hey hi hello, speaking to you today is your friendly neighborhood peach ! i’m pretty dang excited to be here and i’m looking forward to plotting and threading with everyone👀in case ur curious, pronouns are she/her, i’m twenty-one, and i like long walks under the moonlight~ 🌙
i’m bringing in my boy remy! he’s currently a human, residing in the kingdom of wonderland, and he’s the keeper of a herbology shop. if you’d like to read his biography, click here. if you’re interested in checking out his (unfinished) plots page, click here~
peaches out ✌️
lifeinpoetry:
and besides, what’s another bruise? what’s a bruise? what’s a bruise? what’s a blue moon bruise to do but pull young blood to and fro like the tide? what’s a bruise but a testament to the sharp art of surrendering to time and place?
— amber dawn