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@sxlvester
today's mood: stay alone, reading old books, write strange stories about ghosts and try to predict future
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Notwithstanding the terrifying old legends about the dark past that stretched around the forest like the thickest one of earthly mists, there still were single souls which got lost within the forest grip. It's relentless magic never forgave mortals' cruelty, yet the heart of the enchanted forest surprisingly was more of a human nature. Even if it was rather late and brittle, it however possessed the desire to bestow love upon those who truly deserved it.
Sylvester glanced at the fairy with a gentle surprise. His phantomlike self emanated a very tender moonlight glow as he exhaled the air of enchantment at the sight of another magical creature. A soft smile graced his lips and as he tilted his head — a whole new variety of wild flowers bloomed nearby.
❝ I wish I saw something like this every day. Such loveliness surely evokes a feeling of light... I have been collecting some ingredients, but yes, I would love to have a walk with you. My forest is a wondrous place for a walk,❞ he smiled charmingly and nodded invitingly. Later on a large wolf came up to return the basket which was left by the forest spirit somewhere nearby. Sylvi stroked his furry company on the head and let him follow them.
❝ You know, people are afraid of wolves, but I've learned to dote on them. Such majestic creatures...❞ he spoke and when he saw a small pack of puppies frisking around, he graciously commented, ❝...and frolicsome at times too.❞
Whilst the animals played, the guardian of the forest collected the ripe berries in his basket. All the branches were reaching him and bowing to him gracefully.
❝ So.. where do you come from ? ❞
Blue Night
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Although he had a subtle idea of other phenomenal beings, he barely saw them with his very own eyes, thus he remained inquisitive towards the matter. A glimpse of her niveous magic appeared rather charming to his heart, so he approached her carefully. The longest bloody red cape trailed behind his sylphlike silhouette and the reddest of roses bloomed at his pace.
❝ You're a very unique guest indeed. You see... all these trees are the homes for all the lost souls I guard. To bring them peace is my devoir and now they rest in the fairness of eternal dream. ❞ he mindfully revealed before asking her curiously with a very soft smile, ❝ But would you be so kind to show me more of your magic ?.. And tell me a story of your origin? I will reciprocate and may be let you savour my wonderful tea. So what do you say ? ❞
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His eyes — the ghostly diamonds of purest lavender shade — carefully studied the appearance of the unknown visitor. The trails of frost she left on his beloved greenery evoked a quiet frown on his palest features, as he wondered about her magical powers.
❝ In my forest I can decide what is important,❞ the phantom replied, folding his hands without averting his eyes. He questioned himself if he had heard of her before, but after she named herself clearly he concluded that it wasn't the case.
❝ Anyway, it's Sylvester,❞ a fair amount of german accent enriched his speech and he smirked rather kindly for now, although there still was something foxy in his eyes, ❝ As I've said, I am the keeper of these lands. Nothing goes by unnoticed. Occassionally people drop by, but none of them brings winter cold... so I wonder what brought you here ? ❞
Take Care - Beach House
I am a knight of sorts myself, sweet ser. A champion of light and life.
Melisandre of Asshai
Kathleen Graber, The Eternal City: Poems
colddarkfun:
❅— “ but that’s just it. it wasn’t the only choice. it was just the only one I was stupid enough to follow. the alternative… the alternative was always there. I just never payed close enough attention to it. he never let me. “
❝ Well.. the only good way to keep a regret is to learn from your old mistakes. I wish I knew more to help you. ❞ the red hooded mage replied mildly glancing at him with the lavender hues of his eyes. He drew nigh as a gentle ghost and took a seat on the crooked roots of the massive old oak tree.
❝ Who is it you're talking about though ? ❞
Winter Witch aesthetic
Astrid Berges-Frisbey in King Arthur: Legend of the Sword (2017)