#tales.open

[cvrrvptd]

𝐨 𝐩 𝐞 𝐧   𝐭𝐨   𝐚𝐥𝐥

“h-hey, try not to move too much!” gentle hands press against the other, pushing them back so they resume laying on the cot. daylight illuminates the hanging pots of plants on every window and the sheen of the boy’s hair. it can only be tricks of the light but it looks as though daybreak gives him a halo. “it looked like you collapsed and hit your head really hard. here, drink this to help with the pain,” he murmurs. remy offers a teacup of traditional herbal medicine he’s made himself. the liquid’s botanic scent overpowers the room. although the aroma of his medicines are not to the liking of his patients he feels they’re comforting. “i’m remy,” he says. the boy smiles for the first time since the other awakened. 

[glistcning]

𝖆𝖒𝖔𝖗 𝖞 𝖌𝖚𝖊𝖗𝖗𝖆 //  o p e n  ♡

with his apron tucked and folded neatly beneath his arm, he stands in line, waiting patiently for the next baking competition of the day. he nibbles away at what’s left of his funnel cake, occasionally stopping to dust the powdered sugar off of his shirt before taking another bite.

 “you know,” he huffs, turning to face the person in line behind him, “these things would be so much better if they had a chocolate drizzle, don’t you think? sure, it’s a lot of sugar, and i don’t mean to complain —– but if you’re going to eat something sweet, why not go all out?”

[ofevercfters]

Sage lay sprawled in the grass, brow furrowed as she stared at a small wilting flower. The poor thing had been struggling to bloom in this area of the woods for several days and she couldn’t figure out why. Sage sighed, placing two fingers on the stem and shimmying them up along the vine, pouring magic into the plant. For a moment the flower’s coloring saturated, vine, petals and all, but it only lasted a moment before the leaves shriveled up again, a brown tinge staining the plant. Sage sighed, “it has to be some kind of magic, doesn’t it? It should be getting better.”