#witchofgrace

[dirtkxng-blog]

@witchofgrace:

-taking one look at the texts, she picks up her phone and calls him-

Come on now, Sips, don’t be so drunk you can’t answer your phone.

-struggling to hit the accept call button for a couple seconds, he finally answers-

heeey beautiful, i was just texting you, right?  what’re you doin’?

[higharrowhottie]

Hey, lûthwē, can I ask you something?

Of course, my dear lady. What is on your mind?

[dirtkxng-blog]

??

{ x } | Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text.

[ text: lom ] yhou ever dot hat thing[ text: lom ] where you cant even makw it to your own ro om[ text: lom ] so you jsut aly down on the kitcehn floor and hoep you rembeerd to close th e front door[ text: lom ] shiiit that rhymed im wa rapper now

[dirtkxng-blog]

"When was the last time you ate?"

{ x }

Opening his mouth, Sips then quickly shut it when he realised he didn’t exactly know the answer to Lomadia’s question.  He looked down, brows furrowed while a hand scratched at the back of his head before he snorted quietly with amusement.  “Uh... probably liiike...”  Trailing off, he attempted to count the hours in his head and on his fingers, but he’d been so damn busy that he honestly couldn’t remember when he’d eaten his last meal.  Finally he gave up and looked at the witch with his lips pressed together, brows lifted, and offered her a defeated shrug.  

“Couldn’t tell ya.  Could’ve been this morning, could’ve been a couple days ago?”  The latter was probably more the case, but at least he had an excuse queued up that was legitimately work related.  His stomach grumbled angrily at him and Sips rolled his eyes, silently cursing his own body for being a traitor.  “I’ll get around to it, eh?  Food would’a just slowed me down and I was in the zone, Lom.”

[dirtkxng-blog]

💘 How do you feel about Lomadia?

Send me “💘” + a question about my muses love life, and they’ll have to answer honestly

she lets me tease her about stuff without getting mad and puts up with my stupid movie references, so she’s automatically pretty high up on my list of people.  i like her, she’s really great company.  she’ll probably always deny that it ever happens, but she’s pretty damn adorable when i can get her to blush.

[dirtkxng-blog]

@witchofgrace:

People called into Lomadia all the time, be it for tea and chat, healing or magical help, or just because they were in the neighbourhood. It had taken her a little longer than it probably should have to realise that Sips was calling around more often than others, but she was glad for it, so she didn’t mention it. She liked having someone to talk to - or more accurately, to listen to her rambling about owls or magic - and she reckoned that he enjoyed her company too, otherwise why would he keep coming back?

When he called for her attention, she had been about to laugh out an apology for talking to the owls because it could make her look a little strange, but she didn’t get a chance to speak before his lips were against hers. It was only then that it clicked into place why he might have been calling around so much, and why she was so happy for him to be around too. When he pulled back, there was a rare moment where Lomadia was speechless, her cheeks slowly heating up in the silence. The quiet did only last a moment though, her thoughts finally kicking back in, a smile instantly gracing her face. “Well, that’s one way to get me to stop talking to the owls.”

He was just about to apologise right before Lomadia smiled and Sips exhaled a breathy laugh of relief.  They’d been getting on so well lately that he was almost afraid that he might’ve just ruined whatever it was going on between them, so it definitely felt like he dodged a bullet there.  “Nah, I don’t mind you talking to the owls.  Just felt a little left out is all.”  That wasn’t necessarily true; it’d all happened purely on impulse and without much thought, although that was typically how things usually went with Sips anyway.  Thinking about the consequences of his actions just wasn’t his style and luckily things tended to work out in his favour, so that was all that really mattered to him.

“Just one more and you can go back to your conversation.  I’d hate to be rude.”  Snickering, he’d at least given Lomadia a little more warning than the last time before he was going back for another kiss.  It was pretty soft and chaste, much like the first, although he was a little more hesitant to pull back this time since he could undoubtedly go for having more of these in his life.  When he did lean away though, he pecked the witch’s forehead lightly before he rested back against the couch and reached over to scratch the owl’s head with his index finger.  “She’s all yours, little guy.  Sorry for interrupting,” he mused, grinning at Lomadia as he spoke.

[dirtkxng-blog]

♥ :3

{ x } | ♥ - for my muse to express physical affection to yours

Sips was an idiot.  He’d been finding all sorts of reasons that led him straight to Lomadia’s doorstep; always using new motives to call over.  At first he was positive that they were legitimately good excuses to stop by, but the more often he’d done it, the more obscure his reasons became and this time had been no different.  It was only now as he sat on her couch with the witch tucked close against his side that he began to realise that the only person he’d probably been fooling this whole time was himself.  

One of his hands rubbed harshly at the side of his face before his attention turned back to Lomadia, watching as she chittered something quietly to the owlet in her lap.  Of course it caused him to smile and he was mentally kicking himself for being such a goddamn sap, but god she was cute and he’d obviously been trying so hard to not admit that even to himself.  “Hey,” Sips said just loud enough to get Lom’s attention and when she looked in his direction, his smile widened somewhat before he was leaning in to press his lips gently to hers.  He’d leaned back after a few beats, an apology already cued up in case she had a problem with the random and sudden affection. 

[dirtkxng-blog]

@witchofgrace:

[msg;] -attached image of Mr. Owl sitting on her head-

[msg;] even if it isn’t him they’ll probably still gossip if they hear something interesting

[msg;] i should have never told you that they gossip, I’m gonna miss out on all the juicy stuff now :c

[ text: lom ] yeah it’s him [ text: lom ] nah don’t you worry [ text: lom ] i’m gonna tell him all my deepest, darkest secrets