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[greenmagicked]

@timewlnds said: it was so far a fall , but it didn't hurt at all .

✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐀 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 .

" it's not so bad ; is it? " rio's chin bows, a welcome after running for so long. " do you remember the first time we met? "

[witchkillr]

AGATHA DOES NOT KNOW WHERE TO GO. she has always been a girl who lived on the outskirts, but the unfortunate thing of it is that she likes society. she does not want to live in the woods, catching rabbits with her bare hands and cooking them over fires she starts with her stolen power. she does not want to be like this forever, but the evidence of tonight's trial means she will be chased if she returns to salem proper now.

she doesn't know how she feels about it in general. the magick swirling in her chest is delicious, and she hated her mother, but ...

there is a rustling in the wood to her left. her head snaps up from her makeshift campfire, any wider worries dissolved. she summons a mote of violet to her palm, and in a voice stronger than she feels, calls: " show yourself, whomever you are! i have dispatched far worse this night already, and i assure you, i will not hesitate! "

@timewlnds wanted to adopt a feral little gremlin daughter.

[goodliness]

" i've found it doesn't so much matter if one's right or wrong , so long as one speaks with confidence . so why bother worrying if you're right at all ? " / &. @timewlnds

[salemsbane]

@timewlnds liked.

“ I'M MILES AWAY, he's on my mind. and i'm getting tired of crawling all the way. ”

which witch ― florence and the machine.

[villainoustm]

@timewlnds whispered be mad at me, not them. / for agatha

ೃ⁀➷ Lilia's words are hushed and Agatha bites her tongue hard enough that she can taste the metallic tang of her blood. Magic fizzles at her finger tips, sparks of purple flying from those black stained nails and purple fire flickers in her eyes. ❛ If you don't want me to kill you, let. go. ❜ The words are short and clipped, Agatha's anger seething from each and every word.

[arch-slash]

real magic. not made by mechanical means or slight of hand. the wizard should be impressed, but he sees it as more of a problem than anything. someone who knows real magic could see that his was fabricated, man made, if he wasn't too careful. so he would have to be careful. 'lilia — what a, a pleasant surprise. really, a surprise, i wasn't expecting you for at least, uh, what? another month?' the wizard shrugs, waving off his words in favor of ushering her further into his home. 'no matter. hey — always good t'see you. what brings you to our fair city? hm? something good, i hope,' @timewlnds.

[ofrubyslpprz]

◤‧₊˚🌈🐶˚₊‧⁺˖◢ dorothy   finds   herself   growing   weary   as   the   sky   begins   to   darken   from   a   bright   blue   to   a   darker   hue,   illuminated   by   millions   of   stars.   she   feels   the   urge   to   find   somewhere   cozy   to   lay   down   so   she   may   fall   asleep   under   them.   even   the   lion's   pace   has   slowed   a   little   bit   &&   he   yawns,   his   ferocious   sharp   teeth   looking   quite   intimidating   but   by   this   point   dorothy   isn't   afraid.   she   presses   onward,   rubied   shoes   clicking   against   yellow   brick   pavement.   ❛❛   dorothy   are   you   getting   too   tired?   we   can   rest   for   the   night   but   maybe   we   should   find   somewhere   more   secluded,   for   safety?   i   wouldn't   know   of   course   ---   seeing   as   how   i   don't   have   any   brains.   ❜❜   the   scarecrow   asks   her.

soon   the   foursome   has   veered   off   the   path   in   search   of   somewhere   where   the   wicked   witch   hopefully   won't   find   them   whilst   they   try   to   rest   ---   the   tinman   has   his   axe   but   who's   to   say   such   a   weapon   could   work   against   an   evil   witch?   the   sooner   dorothy   can   get   to   the   wonderful   wizard   &&   then   home,   the   better.   she   finds   she   doesn't   quite   enjoy   having   a   witch   after   her.

this   is   when   dorothy   stumbles   onto   a   tent,   of   course   she   hesitates   for   she   doesn't   know   who   or   what   dwells   within   nor   if   they're   of   a   friendly   nature.   but   her   curiosity   wins   over   her   trepidation   &&   she   tip   toes   to   the   front   of   the   tent,   she   can't   knock   of   course   so   she   calls   out   meekly.   ❛❛   hello?   is   someone   in   there?   i'm   awful   sorry   to   be   a   bother,   i   was   just   wondering   if...if   you   owned   the   land   around   here?   if   so,   would   you   mind   if   my   friends   and   i   set   up   camp   nearby   for   the   night?   i   promise   we'll   be   quiet   as   mice.   ❜❜

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[goodliness]

‘ we can just sit here . we don’t have to talk . ’  says @timewlnds

mouth snaps shut mid - phrase , more confused than sore to be cut off so bluntly . she doesn't really do silence . that's for lonely people , with no one to talk to , and galinda has always been far from lonely . how silly and strange is seems to her , to not wish to engage with the company one is keeping . how odd to prefer so - called peaceful silence over incessant and trivial chatter .

several times , lips part as if to speak , brows furrowing as she catches herself . it seems impossible to acclimate to the quiet : it feels too heavy and unnatural , too uncomfortable and suffocating . she's antsy and bored , desperate for something , anything to break the stillness .

" — yes , alright , sure . that whole silence thing was very thrillifying and i would absolutely love to do even more of it . however , i have many questions . "

well , silence was never meant to last .