#mamono-lena

[undeadair]

🍂 REVERSE (jessanine)

It was just an instinct. She couldn’t help herself. Like, the leaves were there and Jessa was there and she already had her phone camera open, so it just seemed right. One second they were walking through the park, Flora thumbing through her camera roll to find a photo of Kalle with his tongue out, and the next... the ghost took a moment to solidify herself, leaning back a half-step before lunging forwards, slamming her shoulder into Jessa and quickly darting back to film the werewolf as she crashed into the pile of autumn leaves. “Hah! Happy fall, sucker!” When Jessa’s head poked out, leaves tangled in her hair, Flora snapped a healthy burst of photos before she finally offered her hand to haul her out. Definitely worth it.

[undeadair]

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↕ - a memory that may or may not have happened

Head. Head hurt. Eyes. Mouth dry. Cold. Cold metal, underneath her. Dark. Like static across a TV screen, feeling started to spread from her shoulders, down her arms, tingling in her fingertips. Was she… at home? On the bathroom floor, maybe? Flora sat up, and it felt like her head and shoulders were encased in ice. No matter how far she reached out in any direction, it was like swimming through nothing, like being trapped in the fucking void. Fear bubbled up inside her, sharp despite the muffled blanket that her thoughts were tangled up in, and she allowed herself a choked noise. What the fuck had she done this time?

When feeling finally reached her toes, Flora stood up. The icy feeling spread through her entire body, only her shins and feet exempt from the chill - it was like wading into cold water, upside down. Still blind, barely able to hear her own panicked breathing, she stumbled forwards. One, two, three tentative steps, and then she was free of the fucking glacier and… and then recognition fired like a starting pistol, synapses flickering into life as she tried to process it all. The gleaming wall of drawers, the smell of bleach, the chill in the air that should’ve sent her into shivering spasms - but didn’t. It should’ve turned her breath into mist, too, but there was nothing in the air before her. A finger of dread ran its way down her spine, as she slowly looked down at herself and saw nothing. No feet, no legs, no torso, nothing. The floor beneath her seemed to swim, the metal wall before her lurching, and then… 

In an empty morgue in London, the lights flickered out.

[elaffie]

⌭ sorcellery (( BINCH ))

⌭ - Your muse kisses mine on the forehead

Effie did not like it when her friends were ill - not at all. It reminded her that not everybody was maintained by a blessed tree, and that... well, she did not like to think about mortality. Perched on a stool by Aspen’s bed, running her little hand over his sticky forehead, the dryad chewed her lip fretfully. He had been out for too long! The silly boy never listened, and had not worn his duck boots, and now he was sick! Effie had scolded him when he had arrived home, dripping all over the floor, but now he was all sweaty and coughing, and she regretted ever telling him off.

Aspen made a quiet noise, just a sleepy mumble, and the dryad could not bare it anymore. Slipping down off the stool, she wriggled into bed beside him, her friend warming her like a living furnace, and started to run her fingers through his hair. For a while, they lay there quietly, his breathing slow as he slipped in and out of sleep. As Effie’s hands braided, she ran through a list of things she could grow and boil into a tea - that would work, no? Aspen was always boiling this and that, and she knew that he used many plants for healing properties! The witch rolled to face her, his face pinched in discomfort, and Effie scooted forward to kiss him on the forehead. “Go back to sleep, honey mou. We will make better in morning.” He gave her a dopey smile and tugged her closer, fitting his arms easily around the tiny doe. She felt a tiny peck on her own furry head, and then she was asleep. It could wait til the morning.

[undeadair]

# (jessanine)

- what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone

jessa 🐕💘

- what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone

a selfie of the two of them!! its like. edited. flora def uses beautycam and meitu.

- what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone

floras phone is set to custom vibrate to the rhythm of funky cold medina (even jessa doesnt get a custom ringtone im Sorry but she worked really hard on that custom vibrate)

- my muse’s last text to your muse

“jessie im outside!! if u dont hurry up we’re gna miss the meteors!! and someone’s gna rob the picnic blankets while i’m gone”

[kaitempest]

(((( ；ﾟДﾟ)))

What is your muse terrified of?

The idea of never leaving the island their entire life.

[elaffie]

✭

✭ what is one of their favorite items?

honestly, anything of aspen’s that she’s stolen. she loves the froggy rainboots he bought her, and the matching umbrella. it’s probably smth he doesn’t even know she has tho - maybe the first sweater she ever “borrowed” from him? it doesn’t even smell like him anymore but its still her go-to when she’s cold or she misses him.