(♡) WICKED, TRICKED.

[liatris-n]

Gwrych Castle.

[wiccatric]

 𝐒𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐄 𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐕.     𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲𝐬 .

SHE   ADORES   GIFTS,   especially   when   they   come   as   surprises,   so   a   smile   immediately   blooms   on   her   lips   at   the   other’s   words.   ❛   okay,   ❜   she   says,   eyes   fluttering   closed.   ❛   what   is   it   ?   ❜

  ‘  WAIT .  ’ PEARLY WHITES TAKING HOLD      of the corner of her bottom lip,   absolute focus as she pulls the gift in question from behind her  — -   all the while her feet bounced slightly in excitement  ,    higher she pulled the thing  ,  the more she can see how  beautifully  fitting it was for the other girl .    viridescent tendrils falling softly from her fingers ,   the various pink begonias woven together into a crown that rested on the other    princess    in front of her .    ‘  i had some  -   well ,   i saw them  ,  and i couldn’t think of a better person to appreciate them  .   ’    free hands taking cusp of each other  ,  holding them next to her adoring face ,   SO CUTE !   ‘  i know how much you like bright pink  .   ’

[wiccatric]

          BROWN MARY JANES TRUNDLED THROUGH FOREST,    layers of dirt   &   dust casting on the  again polished shoes   ;   russet silks of locks flowing beneath the   gentle spring sun  .     gracie always thinks travels like this would be so much more   lovely   &   not - so - lonely   if she had someone to share the carry of her basket with,   share the whispers of tree leaves clapping   and   path fit for two.    but,  she’s always stuck with herself,     ears full of her own throttled hums of a broken classic.   IT’S NOT SO BAD  --   once she’s arrived,  because then she finally has someone   (  at least this journey  )  .       gaze brightens,  she can finally see said destination creeping bigger.  her steps are more nimble.       earth settles   as she halts,   grip tightens on the basket of goodies    “”  oh ,   hope they’re home  “”   it never crossed the mage that the possibility of an empty home was of expectancy.  she usually checks    !   opposing arm  extends forward as she lets vitreous knuckles tap the door ahead,  again,  louder.

@gwcci ♥️‘d !!

[wiccatric]

      SHE REELS BACK HER MOUTH INTO A DISGUSTED POUT   and scrunches her nose,   what was that.     eyeing the other from her peripheral every two   or   three seconds  -  mouth parts,   considering carefully   ‘  what is that smell   ?   ’

@fortuned ♥️‘d !!

[wiccatric]

        ‘    CAN I HELP YOU WITH THAT ?    ’     WORDS        ARE        AS        GENTLE        AS        HER        TOUCH,        fingers  almost  ghosting  the others skin  as  she  examines  the  wounds.  

@sweetchained ♥️‘d !!

[wiccatric]

MUSE  VS.  MUN!

TAGGED BY.    no one TAGGING.  everyone who sees this!

[wiccatric]

     SUNNY,    SAPPHIRE   PETALS    pressed into the beige paper ;   proudly, she held the piece up to exclaim her work     ‘   fresh   blue hydrangeas  i picked this morning .   ’     lips spread, teeth bare,   her hands push the flowers closer   ‘  see  !   i can do art too .   ’

@ofjoie ♥️‘d !!

[wiccatric]

       ‘   HEY  .  ’    SUGAR COATED VOICE,    eyes that were a puddle of chocolate shrinking   ;  squished as the girls smile grew.     ‘   i made something for you  --   close your eyes !   ’

@sugarberrys ♥️‘d !!

[wiccatric]

FEAR     IS  A  THICK     LACQUER,     layering the mage’s features    as she struggles to drink in  the other’s words.   ‘  BUT  . .   isn’t that DANGEROUS ?    ——     you might get   hurt  !   ’ 

                 @tastesin ♥️‘d !!

[wiccatric]

‹        STARTER        CALL.        ›       tap ‘ ♡ ’  and i’ll write you  a  STARTER    ! 

[wiccatric]

                         MY       LOVE       POTION       BOILS       AND       BUBBLES ;       POOF!         GOES       MY       TOILS      AND      TROUBLES .

[wiccatric]

TAG DUMP 002.  

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TAG DUMP 001.