she is indeed rocks set in a blue sea, she is the sea itself, breaking and tortured and torturing, but never broken. — h.d., notes on thoughts & vision (the wise sappho)
31 days of witches: day xxxi, le bal masqué des sorcières - hostess the second
following the arrival of the darklet semper, she lovingly places a jagged crystal on the step next to her and with a flourish, the doorfront fills with the scent of seafoam and salt. awed intonations sigh as the night’s second hostess materializes amid mist and spiderwebs, filled almost completely with pure moonlight - it is the glittering seastar, fanfan. to adoring laudations, the queenly hostesses link arms, take a bow, and beckon the queue of guests into the ball.
@bebemoon
the invitation ~ the location ~ hostess the first ~ hostess the second ~ the event ~ the guests (the garden witch / the glampire witch / the dark knight) ~ the entertainment
