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Boil mint leaves and lavender buds, spoon in honey, and stir. This isn’t for your winter-worn throat, but your burning heart; how to finally cast that khaki-wearing asshole out of your chest and breathe in something/someone new. You’ve been sleeping in the same sweatpants for weeks now, and no man deserves that kind of power. Bring it back where it belongs: long hair and candles glowing and poorly versed rhymes. Claim your body back. Enchant this home to only know a love it deserves.

Schuyler Peck, The Witch of Heartache (via schuylerpeck)

#. ¸ . ∅ feeling witchy ( craft )

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#. ¸ . ∅ feeling witchy ( craft )

POET

He trails his single finger down her throat in this kiss, shaping her larynx and thudding primly on the pulsing swallow of her own heartbeat. Again, he’s denied, and his face dost follow her as she pulls back, aft twice.

“Such teasing creature do I see a’fore me,” he whispers. His eyebrow rises. “Hypocrisy in thine swollen lip; banishment in both a ruddy’d cheek. Wouldst thou not want me, as I Am now? As I do invite thee to sup, and take leaf?” And his grin spreads.

“As I wish to take leaf from thee, in curated Thought of Knowledge in granting?”

Her ruddy cheeks match the depth of her laughter, whispering between plush lips glistenin’ like milky stars in the eventide. ‘ You goin’ to hold against a girl a bit of play, Poet? Such a greedy creature you are. ’

The witch dives closer, but in so doing denies the meeting of lips. She ain’t above a teasin’, for it is the finer art of seduction that sings, as her bright glowin’ eyes find his lazy and ever so spry ones. ‘ I see before me a man drownin’, yet still begs for drink. Ain’t you ever worried for the currents? ’

‘ But I suppose that just ain’t in your nature, is it? ’ She silences her own breath of laughter with a kiss that, at last, doth linger. Tasting of him the ginger bite and sweet willow, the warm sunrise and silver moon. But she parts again, her fingers trailing nonsense swirls across the exposed corners of his collarbone. ‘ But do you know what you invite, dear Poet? Circe warned ya not to enter the chamber of a witch so easily. ’

#eritvita #⋆ ✦ ¸ th; bad choices in hot boxes

LITTLE ONE

Her eyes were hard to look directly at. Like the sun freshly from the clouds, they burned with such a fierce energy impossible to pin down that James took to nibbling his lower lip. Fidgeting gave away the anxious energy he was trying to keep at bay as she pocketed the cigarette.

“I used to belong somewhere, but no one will tell me where. I had a family, I think- and I wanted to know if- they’re still alive.” Such a serious request for someone who had virtually nothing to his name. No family, no memories, few friends. A life isolated among the trees that gave him far too much time to dream.

The witch stops, glittering eyes dimming to cinders as the remains of smoke burn to powdery ash. She ain’t one to question her clients, but she felt her heart seize at the request. Natural, normal, lots of wilder ones caught up in fairy brambles wantin’ to know the very answer that dropped out of his gentle little mouth.

But she ain’t never seen somethin’ good from the knowin’.

The cosmic afterthought, a bit of fluff in a long lost solar breeze, takes a breath, exhaling it out slowly full o’ weary fire. She can’t be questioning him now can she? ‘ If you’re sure that’s what ya be wantin’.’ For the first time she steps, boots crunchin’ hallowed ground. ‘ Put your trinkets away, I’ll be needin’ something a bit more personal. I hope you ain’t squeamish.’

#batteredoptimist #⋆ ✦ ¸ th; somebody I used to know #scheduled

sorry about the quiet guys!! I’ll be back fully tomorrow so expect a return to the one reply a day schedule.

#⋆ ✦ ¸ which witch ( ooc )