#heirranier

[coeurspire]

winter had finally come and it had brought snow. no matter how many lifetimes had passed since  the very first time  she had seen it, the first snowfall of a year was always special to the witch. and if winter had brought snow, then snow had brought the  christmas spirit.  it was reaching her from  everywhere  as she made her way through the streets and into the park, and as always when she did not  care  enough to avoid it, an emotion that reached her was amplified and sent back into the world.

in this moment, sherry blendy was a hotspot for christmas spirit, but this did not mean that she was oblivious to her surroundings. if anything, it was easier to pick out something that was off when most people that surrounded her were captivated by a similar emotion --- right now, it meant that  someone  nearby was not affected by the way  ( her )  magic affected others. which meant --- some other supernatural had come to the park, too. she sighed.

hopefully not another witch.

stopping in the middle of a snow-covered path, sherry exhaled. “ i know you're here, ” she said quietly; there was no need to raise her voice --- anyone who was capable of  shrugging off  her charm would be able to hear her voice either way.

@heirranier

[ofmsfortune]

❛❛ Are you telling me you don’t put marshmallows in your hot chocolate? ❜❜ and sweet-tooth Ranier is also here~

“ i was under the impression that ungodly amounts of caramel in nearly all hot beverages is enough sweetness for me. ”

freya halted, an  elegant  eyebrow arching as she leaned back in her chair — dark eyes not yet leaving the man on the other side of the table. no matter how docile and harmless she pretended to be, especially in company of other creatures of the night, she was anything but. her coffee was not the only thing she liked sweet.

lips — painted red, painted like blood — curled into a smirk as she  absentmindedly  checked her manicure, all but enforcing the idea that she was not quite  there  right now. and maybe, she was not. maybe her thoughts were miles away, trailing after those she loved. it was inconsequential, as it always was, because even at her most absentminded, freya was still attentive enough  not  to let a conversation die.

“ but, ” she continued as she lifted her gaze, “ if you swear by it, perhaps i  should  broaden my culinary horizon. ”

marshmallows, unlike certain other substances, were unlikely to do any permanent damage … and she  was  oh so very bored. and, despite her near mirthful attitude, she  was  technically sulking; her family had disappointed her when they had all had to decline her invitation to spend the holidays with her.