#ft. elara

[opheliiad]

"Le pedí una pista a Dahlia y recitó: Siempre llegarás a alguna parte si caminas lo suficiente" 🌹

"Bueno, al menos no se equivoca". Sonrisa ladina aparece poco a poco, como si intentara controlarla para no lucir burlona. Contrario a lo que aparenta, está divirtiéndose mucho con las descabelladas ideas. "¿A dónde crees que este camino nos lleve?" Pregunta, señalando una de las rutas del jardín. * ♡ ( @elaradli )

[phoebesnpc-cursed]

Phoebe’s NPCs

ELARA | 279 years old. | Supreme.

Note: All female witches will discard their surnames outside of official government documents.

Devotion: Satan, may my womb remain forever fertile to bring forth the one.

Main Element: Air.

Occupation: Supreme / Singer.

Likes: Moonlit rituals fuelled by the fires of hell, conjuring wind storms that wreck havoc when she's bored, seducing mortals aka women, grimoires, death, spellcasting, the smell of sulfur.

Dislikes: Weakness in any form, betrayal by her coven, white magic, green witches, nterruptions during rituals, and the smell of burning sage.

Elara, devoted to their infernal lord, Satan, has pledged to do what she must to bring forth the one. With every decision she makes, it's reflecting her ever-growing love for the dark arts, known as witchcraft. Her ability to conjure wind storms, a legendary mark upon her life, often using this power to entertain herself. The woman has the odd need for constant twisted delight: her psychotic tendancies might've been cause for concern were it anyone else, but she used it well. And it aided the witches from time to time. Death is a familiar companion, and she approaches it with the same fascination as she does her own life. Elara's intolerance for weakness is absolute. She demands excellence, always, without reason or question.

[luxioxmontague-blog]

   “Letting people down is my thing.” Luxio knew that Ivy was probably upset but he hope that Elara would understand what he was going through. He didn’t mean to snap at her but he also knew that maybe it couldn’t be helped. 

Just One Yesterday - Fall Out Boy // @elara-flint​

[tcmptctions]

@hcavcnlyx​ :

noah sighed, flipping through the stack of test papers on his desk. it was a particularly hectic week at work and he had absentmindedly hired an escort on his tablet to get his mind off it. he had a lot of pent up frustrations and having a beautiful woman in his bed was the perfect remedy.

an hour later, his work was interrupted by a light knock on the door. smoothing his dress shirt, he opened the door to find a former student waiting for him outside. cocking his head around, he wondered whether she had gotten lost. “you... you were in my poetry 101 class.” he murmured, his forehead wrinkled in confusion. “why are you here?”