#merwiitch

[fakedeath-blog]

“ say something nice or don’t speak. ”

meme. » not accepting.

❛ i wouldn’t―― i would NEVER. ❜ words fall from his chapped lips like a waterfall, mumbling and tumbling, incoherent.  ❛ i mean―❜ he laughs awkwardly. ❛ i just.. i wasn’t  going to say anything mean. ❜

[firefvcked]

@merwiitch asked to play with fire. 

❛ Hold on, so have yu’ or have yu’ not gone bowlin’ ?? ❜

[bravescn-blog]

        ♘   ❛   @merwiitch

            “every day since i moved to these lands,” bash says, breaking the silence that fills the open space around them for the first time, “i have seen you. every day at the side of the lake at the break of morning.         i had thought you a simple woman, but now i am not so sure.”

[merwiitch-blog]

               can’t keep herself from staring, perhaps a moment longer than would be APPROPRIATE. her attention has always been easily captured by BEAUTY, and it is those beautiful ones that have all but destroyed her in the past. should have learned her lesson by now, one would think. SHE HAS NOT. roses blossom in her fair complexion upon realizing that she has been noticed in return. Stealth was something at which she had always fancied herself SKILLED– but stealth was far more  e f f e c t i v e  when the second party was unobservant. her head ducks slightly, embarrassed to have been caught.

               ‘ my apologies, ’ she murmurs to the young woman. ‘ I didn’t mean to stare. ’

@swanborn​

[swanborn-blog]

          the feeling of eyes boring into her back, her head, into her own eyes and her lips and every other part of her is so familiar it might as well be a part of her. yet the one who the eyes belong to is something somewhat different. for a moment helen is taken aback by the fact the gaze isn’t connected to a man with a leer and a sweetless smile on his lips. pale pink lips part for a moment in something akin to surprise as she takes in the girl’s flush, the embarrassed look at being caught with eyes focused on helen.                “oh. it’s...okay.”           a small smile tilts the edges of her lips upwards in a pretty curve for a moment, one hand tucking strands of hair behind an ear. to outright state that she’s used to it would sound cocky or flippant, no doubt, so the woman settles into silence with that small smile still carved into ivory flesh.