#sxlemwitch

[luveus]

@sxlemwitch, continued from here!

“...You’ll forgive me if I say your cold comfort offers no haven in which to rest.” His voice was cracked and hoarse as tears fell from his eyes, “...Why did I do this to myself, Salem? Why did I do this to these children...? I can’t seem to remember.”

[ladykeivt]

@fatedheroine @sxlemwitch

I HUNGER AND IN GREAT NEED,

[tyriannical]

@sxlemwitch

     it’s both utterly relieving and absolutely terrifying for salem to call on him again. after his  i n c r e d i b l e  failure, he thought she might never even look at him again. but here he stands, shaking before the doors to the meeting hall. he steels himself, calms his nerves, and pushes the doors open.

     tyrian’s head remains low as he approaches the goddess, stunted tail between his legs as he  s l o w l y  makes his way toward her.

          “ my lady... ”  he whispers, voice quivering.  “ you asked to see me? ”

[basedphilbert]

sxlemwitch replied to your post “Philbert loves you all!”

"My darling dearie dear~" You're getting coos from Salem. So many coos.

He can feel his bulb blush! Coos from the Queen! Philbert is most flattered! He clicks affectionately, floating closer to the Grimm Queen.

[shogun--of--sorrow]

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[culpriit]

for @sxlemwitch.

          roman    lives    in the night    .    the tranquility of it's silence    ,    the stillness of it’s darkness    ,    light falling from the scattered fragments of the moon    :    it all carries the weight of familiarity for the thief    .    &&    yet    ,    there are occasional nights where even    he    succumbs to the peace of a restful slumber    .    much like this one    .   

          he senses    her    even in his sleep    .    as if a match has been struck    &&    lodged in his throat    ,    roman    feels    her approach    ,    &&    wakes almost    choking    on the smoke in his lungs    .    a grunt pulls from his throat    -    how he    loathes    being woken up    .    if his sense of time is any indication    ,    it's still hours until sunrise    .          

           for a long moment    ,    the ginger remains motionless    ,    tempted to feign ignorance    .    perhaps she'll continue along her way    ?    a sigh    ;    the likelihood of such a poorly executed stunt succeeding was far too small to risk    .    with great reluctance    ,    he rises from the bed    ,    torso bare to the chilling evening air    .    he    welcomes    the sensation    .          

          roman allows his eyes to roll before opening the door    ,    complaint tumbling from his lips before he can halt its progress    :    ❛     what the    fuck    time do you call this    ?     ❜

[orianna-ozpin]

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    ❀~ “ B-but--! BABY DRAGON GRIMM~~” ~❀

[tyriannical]

( her grace ) @sxlemwitch

She reached down, hand to his chin and lifted his gaze.  “My sweet, you have been faithful all through my absence.”

     golden eyes shut slowly at the feeling of cold fingers beneath his chin. the chill that runs down his spine is the closest a mortal man could ever get to  h e a v e n .

          ❛ of course, your grace, ❜  he whispers.  ❛ never would i dream of abandoning you. ❜