#spellslung

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                        LAUGHTER ,     SUDDEN    &    BOISTEROUS ,    a  snort  offered  as  hand  comes  to  slap  across  lips  in  attempt  to  contain  giggles .     ❛      you  look  like  a  carpet  fucked  a  nerd    !     ❜     /     @spellslung   LIKED  !    (  accepting  )

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barclay wasn’t the only cook at amnesty lodge, june was one as well. given, she learned everything she knew from him, seeing as she sort of stuck to his side when she first joined the lodge- him and dani, that was. ( they seemed the friendliest out of all of them, really. )

that afternoon she was making cookies, mostly for herself due to a sort of craving for them she woke up with that morning, but she made sure to make extra batches for anyone else in the lodge who wanted some.

june noticed aubrey come down and head into the kitchen and she beamed, looking up from the mixing bowl to greet her.

❝ howdy, aubrey! i’m makin’ cookies! do you want any? ❞ / @spellslung // starter call

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even in your darkest times, the sun still rises

soft starter sentences // accepting

❝ you’re right,aubrey. i-i shouldn’t think too much about it.❞

june’s arms wrapped themselves around her knees, that were currently brought to her chest, as she looked to aubrey with a small smile. nightmares were never fun, and she found herself always seeking the warmth of the fire in the lobby of the lodge. ( though, now, there were alternative sources of fire. )

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spellslung replied to your post: spellslung replied to your post: ...

and i already love all of them that’s just how it is!!!

and i love YOU????

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spellslung replied to your post: me, resisting the urge to just dump all my june...

do it

i have so many ive been developing her for months

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june found herself to be the youngest member of the amnesty lodge and for the most part she was okay with that. she wasn’t supernatural or magical within herself, no, she was perfectly, normally human. however, she was a human who had a bit too close of a brush with sylvain and the things that lied with the gate. her father had died and orphaned, she found a home in the lodge. ( she didn’t like to think about it very much, something she had only really talked to mama about. maybe barkley on occasion. )

she was currently curled up by the fire that morning with a book in her hands, a mystery novel she had read plenty of times as a kid. she looked up in time to see the newest member of the lodge walk into the room. with a small smile, june waved to her. @spellslung​ // starter call!!