#wcnderingwitch

[rubiieyed-a]

『❥』┊  @wcnderingwitch liked for a starter.

    -ˏˋ ✪      he   is   skeptical   though   he   can’t   really   help   his   curiosity   once   he   is   inside   a   small   shoppe.   ❝   i’ve   never   had   my   future   read   before.   ❞

[bedstvviye-a]

@wcnderingwitch @plaguefated 3x3 

this was a  difficult  way of moving forward. as memories began to resurface, and julian’s mind became  CLEARER,  recovering those spots of clarity became... interesting. to say the least. feeling like an ashamed child, almost  scolding  himself for his twisted heart, as feelings for asthora began to rise once more... and the  guilt  of pushing his broken heart on asra began to, as well.

sitting in the reading room, looking on as the two discussed their practice, julian felt very  OUT OF PLACE.  too big for the space he was taking up, and  unnecessarily  staunch. slowly pulling off his gloves, he wrung them between his hands, cautiously glancing over the two, before averting his eyes. was it wrong to even bring these things up ?  he supposed if they hadn’t mentioned much beyond what had been quietly settled between them, then it was done and over... but. julian wasn’t ready to let go of things.

was it selfish to want it back ?  ah, he was just a  FOOL  when it came to love. antsy, he writhed in the corner, staring down into the busy corners of the shop, folding and refolding gloves in attempt to occupy his mind.

[plaguefated-archived]

♠ giving @wcnderingwitch an unsolicited starter ♠

          ❝ You know, Asra, death wasn’t so bad. I learned so many NEW THINGS.                                                                                                  But DYING ? Dying is painful. ❞  

          She let her words HANG in the air ; heavy and uncomfortable. They were an open invitation to                      WHAT ? An argument ? A conversation ? Or perhaps she wanted some of that animosity that coursed through her veins to BLEED OUT into the world. Make itself known. She still blamed him. SHE BLAMED THEM ALL.

[zombfear-blog]

@wcnderingwitch // ʟɪᴋᴇᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴀ sᴇɴᴛᴇɴᴄᴇ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ [ x ]

     ❝Can I ask you something kind of odd?❞

[yewbowed-blog]

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“don’t mind me, just continue doing what you’re doing. just act like I’m not even here,” he chuckles, dark green hues continue to linger on the mage, as to where his gaze was fixed now, it was somewhat hard to tell, considering he had been caught; he would make sure not to make it so easy this time around. 

“blocking my view, you say. well that’s anything but the case, considering the view-- well you’re a smart man, I’m sure you’ve figured it out.”

@wcnderingwitch

[digiitalis]

@wcnderingwitch 

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“You heard me, Wanderer.” There was a purr to Kurama’s voice, low tones intentionally geared toward seductive. It was easy, too easy to get the normally unfazed fox into flustered hysterics-- at least, when he was the one pushing the buttons. Youko Kurama had never been anything if not a master of manipulation. 

“Why don’t you show me that lovely face of yours? Difficult to kiss hidden lips.” He reached out a clawed hand and tweaked one of Asra’s ears, trailing fingertips down the curve of his head, teasingly. 

[nevivorona]

Drags his nails along the top of Julian's ear.

.｡*ﾟ†.*———— unprompted inbox / <3

          he doesn’t want to  move.  

          it’s not  COMMON  for asra to stay the night like this. usually, after their hands went too far and their mouths spoke too much, the other would slip away back to his room in the shared flat, leaving julian to curl himself up to sleep with an aching body. however, last night had been different... and he’d been rewarded the  honor  of humoring one tired asra in the morning.

          ❝ ———— that  tickles,  ❞ he mutters into the pillows, not wanting to open his eyes, body brought in as small as it could be, tucked against the much  nicer  curves of asra’s shape, cold skin seeking tired heat in the waning morning. a sigh leaves him, and one callused set of fingers reaches to grab the offending hand, clasping it about himself and settling it against his firm, pale chest.

          ❝ don’t  move.  i’m  cold. ❞

          i want to enjoy it while i can.

[hackermemelord]

‘ it’s a horrible feeling to know things have gone wrong and there’s nothing you can do to change it . ’

(    *    & .    —    ‘   YOU   ’   (   SEASON  ONE   )   SENTENCE  STARTERS . // @wcnderingwitch

       Way too many things weighed on his shoulders now. He learned about Saeran and his association with Mint Eye. The Saeran he saw at MC’s apartment wasn’t the one who he remembered when they were children. His appearance and personality differed quite a lot. But what he didn’t understand was why would Saeran keep attacking the messenger or make dangerous attempts to harm the RFA, even homicide with the bomb switch. Jihyun went missing as well and he wasn’t picking up his phone.

       “There’s got to be something!” his voice quavered in worry while his fingers dug into vermillion hair locks. “I couldn’t recognise my own brother. The pictures a friend sent me of him were far different, he looked happy. But what I saw recently doesn’t meet that aspect. Please, tell me that wasn’t my brother that I saw. Someone else is behind all of this, right? My brother couldn’t do all this on his own...”