―𝑨𝑻 𝑫𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑴'𝑺 𝑬𝑵𝑫

❝well, well, well~ Look who has decided to finally appear. A few more days and you could have checked up an entire month, a peculiar type of bingo, truly ! But of course, some things can only wait for so long until next time- So what will it be today, my princess?❞ He asks a question that waits for no answer as he takes hold of the red box in between her hands, inspecting the inside of it. ❝Hmm... mhm... four... five.. woah, you got a brand new one just for me. 10 in total, you must have missed me a lot !❞ and so he leans down closer and delicately places an extreme of the pocky in between his lips.

"My, my, fy Oberon, you're so cruel to your darling blossom this day." Of course, it wouldn't be Oberon if he weren't, and would she even enjoy herself so much otherwise? Probably not. Merlin's eyes glimmer merrily despite the Fae King's derision, tips of her fingers settling beneath his chin, nails pressing into snow-pale skin with tender precision.

I am the serpent (women and snakes motif 1/?)

“In some old, forgotten place in the ruins of a bell tower, a lonely whispering disturbs the silence: someone is composing a lullaby.”