taken by the sky

willow matthews tacitum coven

[ofwillxw]

( elizabeth olsen. cisfemale. she/her. rhiannon & fleetwood mac . ) i heard WILLOW MATTHEWS singing the other night, though it didn’t sound like english. it’s so admirable that someone who’s only TWENTY EIGHT can sing latin so fluently! i hear they hang out with the  TACITUM coven, but they’re also a BARTENDER at SIREN. when dusk falls, you can usually find them heading home to BROOKLYN by SUBWAY. 

@duskintro​​

Age: twenty eight Birthday: december 6th Zodiac sign: sagittarius  Sexual Orientation: homosexual Relationship Status: single Occupation: bartender @ siren Positive Traits: compassionate, tender, resilient, charismatic Negative Traits: haunting, protective, irrational, non-negotiable Aesthetics: candles burning on a cold rainy night, delicate fingers wrapped around the stem of a wine glass, an array of books scattered around the floor, the subtle scent of vanilla 

born into a small coven of dark magic, her parents had been practicing witches in oregon, defected from their descendants from the town of salem 

willow was raised to follow their teachings and she was good. she had honed in on her skills and had potential to take over the small coven when the leader passed on 

however she didn’t agree with the teachings, her soul wasn’t dark. she didn’t want to use her magic to harm anyone and the way she felt while practicing hadn’t been positive

it had begun to take over her, she was growing irate and unhinged 

willow ran away from the coven when she turned 18 with nothing but her books and a change of clothes

became a drifter for most of her life until she met a witch much like herself who showed her that she can practice light magic and it helped control her irrational thoughts

her companion led her to new york, introducing her to the tacitum coven and it was there where she learned how to balance

willow wants nothing more for there to be peace within the supernatural world, she doesn’t understand the fighting, the anger

she has holed herself up in a small apartment full of greenery, flowers.. vines entangled in old brick

found a job bartending at the siren, finding enjoyment in meeting creatures of all kind 

[ofwillxw]

honcys​:

       "  𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋  𝐌𝐄  𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐙𝐘  ,  "  honey  speaks,  eyes  looking  around  warily  .  her  fingers  adjust  around  the  strap  of  the  bag  on  her  shoulder  almost  nervously  and  she  leans  forward  on  her  tiptoes,  as  if  she’s  restless.  "  but  ever  since  the  phenomenon  that  was  the  west  4th  subway  puncher,  i  can’t  even  wear  my  headphones  here.  do  we  even  know  if  they  were  ever  caught  ?  "     // @duskstart​

“you know.. i think i did see her... last friday?” willow begun to speak as she pulls her hand to her chin, scratching at it as she tried to retrace the memory with a furrow of her brow. “but again, could just be another freakishly aggressive person.” she chides as she rolls her shoulders back and offers the other a soft grin. “so you’re definitely not crazy... maybe pepper spray would be an added layer of protection.” they quip. 

[ofwillxw]

vitatm​:

   eyes dart around in a frenzied paranoia when willow uses the word claws, as if the other species don’t have their own ways of knowing a wolf when they smell one. back in their body now, no longer startled by willow’s playful approach, venice lets the corners of her mouth tug upwards. ‘  why am i out here ?  ’ venice repeats, eyebrows raising. in another life answering a question with a question is probably venice’s pet peeve, but in this one, they are caught doing it in this moment with willow. ‘  why are you looking for me ?  ’

willow can practically feel the tension in the blonde’s shoulders, the way her eyes are a bit wider than normal, her voice carrying a soft weight of concern. she understands how hard an event like this can be, how you constantly have to look over your shoulder. it’s not for the weak minded or ill prepared and venice is neither of those things. “because, i had to look for my favorite girl.” she hums pointedly with a soft laugh as she wraps a delicate arm around her friend, willow’s nose wrinkling up with her smile. 

[ofwillxw]

unveiledxx​:

  he wasn’t a wine drinking kind of guy, but he could see the allure of it. He was whisky, bourbon, and tequila, and it depended on the day. Maybe he was a bit old school, but he learned to pay with respect, and to greet properly. The color of her cheeks where blood would rush in, was a nice picture. Considering it looked lovely. hearing his name, he smiles again. “I am.” he stated with a nod “I enjoy events.” parties, whatever it may be, it made things fun. “and yourself?”

“i tend to keep to myself, my coven.” willow admits as she looks around, her eyes dancing across distant faces as she tries to find her sister but she’s left to no avail. “but it is nice.. you know. to dress up, drink wine..” she trails with a soft laugh as she moves to tuck some of her hair behind her ear. “where are you from, enzo?” she asks, her eyebrow coming to a soft raise as she studies his features. 

[ofwillxw]

unveiledxx​:

  he finds her reaction an honest one, which only made the corner of his lips turn up more than his usual. Bourbon was a strong drink, but people have their preference. his gaze still remained on her, with a nod of his head at the mention of crossing the name off her list. it was a particular taste, but it was one that would do for today. the order of red wine did not go amiss, it was a classic drink, “why red, if you don’t mind me asking?” he was curious as he looked at her interested in her answer. Taking her hand, he shook it before lightly placing a small kiss, in greeting. Call him old school, he had manners. “Pleasure to meet you Willow, I’m Enzo.”

the question posed about her drink of choice hadn’t been something she normally thought about and as she brought the glass to her lips she allowed herself to mull it over. she took a slow sip before answering, pulling the glass away she held it by her stomach, her eyebrow raising a bit. “depending on the type of red.. there’s a bolder taste, hint of sweet.. “ she explains with a poke of her tongue against her cheek. her cheeks flush a bit as she watches him take her hand close to his lips, the sentiment resulting in her head ducking. “enzo.” she hums his name with a nod. “are you... enjoying your night?” 

[ofwillxw]

unveiledxx​:

    Raising a brow, as he glanced down at his drink, he was feeling tequila, but he settled for bourbon. He was not at all surprised in the drink in question. It was natural to be curious, smiling.  “A bourbon, neat.” he stated as he looked back at her. “Though I’m sure, there are better drinks to choose from.” he paused “Does it quench your thirst?”

her nose scrunches a bit at the drink in his hand, shaking her head a bit. “think i’d cross that off my list..” she trails as she pushes on her toes, her eyes soon landing on a particular bottle of wine. “i drink dark liquor very seldom.. doubtful tonight however..” she chides as she leans forward to order a tall glass of red wine, the glass becoming a welcome gift as it was handed to her across the bar top, her fingertips wrapping around the stem of the glass. “i’ll go with the safe option.” she hums before pushing her hand towards him. “willow..” she speaks her name, lip coming to tug beneath her teeth.

[ofwillxw]

unveiledxx​:

    He was at the bar once he entered the gala, that helped somewhat with cravings. Everyone looked very stylish, he wished he was back in the 1920s era, that was his favorite time. Taking his drink down, he turned seeing another approach “What will you be having?” he asked with a small smile, not minding in buying a drink for the other. @duskstart​

her walk up is tentative, slow. her hands fall onto the bar top, lips pursed into a soft twist as she eyes the bottles displayed though she’s unsure of her flavor for the evening. the words catch her ears, her eyebrow raises and she hums a bit. “well.. what’re you having?” she asks with a soft tilt of her head, eyes drinking in his presence. 

[ofwillxw]

vitatm​:​​

   physical touch isn’t a go-to love language for venice so when willow’s hands come over her eyes, she remains still, but jumps inside her skin, eyes shifting colors about to turn in protection. once willow’s voice rings through venice can relieve the breath she’s holding, eyes going back to normal. venice had been in her own head so much so that her wolf hearing had not so much as picked up on willow coming close. ‘  it’s a good thing i could pick you out of a up,  ’ venice says, bracing the railing with her hands. living in a city full of witches had its perks, willow being one of them. ‘   are you — having fun tonight ?   ’

willow can feel her body tense, the way her nerves are shot and how her small frame is immediately about to go on the defensive. but she isn’t anything to be afraid of, not to venice at the very least. her smile as soft as the blonde finally identifies her, her hands soon fall to reveal the night sky to her as they trade places to her shoulders, thumbs brushing against her skin with a laugh. “no need to get the claws out..” she chides as she pulls her hands back, leaning her own hip against the railing as she lets out a soft breath, lips upturned into a genuine smile. “i... i am.. “ she speaks honestly, her voice is soft and warm.. bubbly even as she turns to look back at venice. “why are you out here? everything ok?” willow asks as her eyebrows come to furrow a bit, her concern beginning to show. willow has always been protective of the girl beside her, she never went far without knowing where she was.. who was nearby. 

[ofwillxw]

“ guess who “ willow chimes into her ear, her hands coming to clasp over the blonde’s eyes as she hushes the words into her ear. her laugh is light and airy as her dress drapes on the hardwood floor, trying her best not to spoil her own surprise as she stands behind venice. “if you get this wrong... you’re dead to me...” the witch warns as she hums a bit.

@vitatm​​

[ofwillxw]

duskgodfrey​:

“any chance you could help me fix my bowtie?” the young witch asked sheepishly, a blush tinting their pale flesh. without magic, he was absolutely helpless. “i’ll totally owe you one.”

@duskstart​

“oh honey..” willow laughs playfully as she ushers him closer, wigging her fingers with a scrunched nose. “let me teach you.” she chides as she places her hands on his shoulders. “it’s simple. really.” she promises as she grabs each end to slowly tie it together into a knot. “there.. see? simple.” she hums as she pats his chest. “handsome, as always.”

[elizabetholsens]

ELIZABETH OLSEN at Variety Studio at the Sundance Film Festival, 2017

[shegos]

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