[lacalavera-deactivated20240813]

                                 … Yo soy como el chile verde

                         P I C A N T E , PERO   S A B R O S O

                                     [ personification of death - revamp ip ]

[lacalavera-archived]

Me @ me: ... what if I brought back la muerte...🤔

[dsoredit]

[brujadelcerco]

[miccatepoztli]

@lacalavera

[neenarchive]

Here is the full version of my entry for @scornedzine. It’s my take on death and the maiden (so of course they’re lesbians). Thank you to everyone who ordered!

[marakama-deactivated20190918]

@xotlacueponi @lacalavera

[booksqouted]

You do care. You care so much you feel as though you will bleed to death with the pain of it.

J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix (via hraunwyf)

[thedruidsforest]

How could you NOT fall in love with the glow of the moon and stars, the warmth of the sun, the ancient life within the trees, and the sweet melodies of the winds?

[lacalavera-archived]

miccatepoztli‌:

She knows. Of course she knows. Why wouldn’t she? Everyone she’s met these past few weeks have known. Every witch, creature, spirit, and now…whatever the woman before her is. 

…What is she? People had been hush hush about the subject since she brought it up, as if it were sacred or it would be revealed to her in time. Her essence is terrifyingly familiar, and reminds her of the infinite void of space.

She sniffs. The woman smells of cempasúchil.

“Yes…I think so too.“

Her grip on her skirt loosens.

“You need not hold back any questions my child, gods know how confused you must be.” It was only a matter of time, and something La Muerte had prepared for years...but everything had been thrown out the window the moment she had seen Ximena. There was something so deeply inquisitive about her,  something familiar and yet so strange. She could sense the familial connection, known about her firsthand, but even now it felt as if she was talking o an entirely different person. “Can I offer you a drink before we begin? or should we start? the preference is entirely up to you...” 

[sonofshadow]

                               THE GOD PURRS WITH RECOLLECTION  as he is joined by the other; and here he thought that his one day off couldn’t get any better.     ❝  —— you look like you missed me.  ❞

@lacalavera | sc.

[lacalavera-archived]

The night air instantly fills with the aroma of cempasuchil flowers, harkening her arrival long before she is even visible. It is a warm scent, tender and uniquely hers.  When she does present herself, she Instinctively takes a spot next to him, overlooking the bright city lights down below. “ I could say the same about you...” there’s a slight smirk at simmering at the corner of her lips, and in that one small moment the lights down below seem to shine just a little bit brighter, a little bit warmer. “ You know how it is, work is an unending task- very little time to socialize. Perhaps it’s time we complain to HR about it.”  

[silvertons]

[onlymexico]

[brujadelcerco]

[miccatepoztli]

@lacalavera

[miccatepoztli]

@lacalavera

“…”

There’s a word for a feeling like this. Feeling like you’re at a monumental moment in your life, yet also like nothing is happening at all. Like you’ve been on this path for ages and are finally at your destiny, only to find it’s merely a pitstop.

Ximena plays with her skirt fabric, though she doesn’t feel nervous.

“–Hola.“ She clears her throat, feeling her voice weak, “Soy…soy Ximena.“

[lacalavera-archived]

“I know...” La Muerte lets the words from her lips, falling like soft petals into the wind. The wide smile on her lips is nothing but warm, rivaling the warmth of the sun at its apex. How long has she waited for this moment? So many years she has been a silent guardian, the slight ruffling of leaves on a cold autumn night. She travels the land but home always beckons her back time and time again. Now more than ever she realizes the deep-rooted connections she has helped to foster. “...Ximena.” There is pride in her voice, La Muerte is so used to that name by now, time and time again it has been her go-to alias, but now it is as if she’s speaking it anew. Almost as if it is a foreign language she has just deciphered. “I think our talk is long overdue.”

[roswellnmsource]

[lacalavera-archived]

@xotlacueponi

[lacalavera-archived]

Anygüeys, I've been in love with you for centuries.

La Muerte’s instant response is disbelief, choking on the hot liquid she had previously been drinking. What was she supposed to do in this situation? Centuries upon centuries had not been kind to her, not when it came to love at least. How unequal all of her relationships had been, and she had put so much into them only to receive nothing in return. A constant barrage of emotions that had been tainted by the dark hands of fate and melancholy. Perhaps this is what had led to this blind spot, to not acknowledge the one constant in her life. How could she have been so blind? Impervious to the sentiments that had built up within her heart. “Xóchitl…mi bella y linda flor.” La muerte’s gaze soften, her body shifting closer to Xochitl’s to grasp her hands. 

[thewinedarksea]

modern horsemen | death

“it is cold here at the end of all the ages.”