#spellmanbound

[spellmanbounda]

abracamoodle tumblrs taggin’ system can suck on my doodle 

[burnthewoods-blog]

       ❝ how are things going with luke, dear? ❞ a seemingly innocent question that wasn’t quite as such. she wanted to know how t hat love potion she had slipped into luke’s drink was working and if ambrose had any suspicions about what she had done... which had been harmless ---love potions couldn’t change someone’s will, simply nudged it.

@spellmanbound sc.

[wtched-blog]

“*pinches*”

                                                                            <      @spellmanbound      asked      >

          mid - plot   ,   sabrina   pauses   and   scowls   something   awful   at   the   SUBJECT   of   her   latest   plot   .               arm   is   pulled   away   from   the   male   ,   she’s   in   half   a   mind   to   PINCH   HIM   RIGHT   BACK   !!       ❛        what   the                         ??          was   that   really   necessary   ambrose   ??       you   don’t   just   pinch   someone   while   they’re                       uh                        hey   aunties   !!      ❜         it   didn’t   matter   if   it   was   a   warning   ,   it   absolutely   was   uncalled   for   ,   and   she   would   not   thank   him   .

[saccrifice]

❝  I ASSUME THIS BELONGS TO YOU ?  ❞    the few spiders gather in her palm, spindling legs edging up nimble fingers while her other arm crosses over her waist.    ❝  or rather, your HOUSEHOLD. you should keep them on a leash.  ❞    dull eyes are illuminated by the porch lights, for the moonlight provides little glow, but by the high lune, she can guess he is not much more enthusiastic to find a witch at his doorstep than she is to appear at the spellman household at this late hour.    ❝  my guess ? it wasn’t JUST THE WIND.  ❞

@spellmanbound / 🖤’d.

[nocturnoxitinere-blog]

@spellmanbound continued from here

" I'm not lying. What reason would I even have to lie to you? Of all people, Ambrose, really? " Her voice was smooth, yet stressed, unable to cover the sadness that lie beneath her words, trying oh so hard to sound strong. She was not the same weak-hearted child she once was, crying was not an option anymore. Now she stood infront of the very person who taught her to lie, albiet she had never picked up on it well, despite the effort behind teaching her, lying through her teeth like the tears weren't still fresh in the corners of her eyes -- this was who she was now. Strong because she had to be.

" No one. " A pause, a brief moment of self-doubt, that sadness bubbling back up in her throat. " I guarantee you, cousin, I would not be crying due to the actions of another. No one has caused this, no one but myself. " With that, she stepped into open arms which were waiting just for her. Sabrina may have been strong now, stronger than ever before, but even she was smart enough to know she couldn't truly look Ambrose in the face and lie to him.