Fire and Flowers

( You can vent to me if you need to <3 )

[metaphorically (and probably also literally) i haven’t been on this blog very much lately and i’m sorry. the short version is a lot of real life started piling up, and i’ve had some very bad ongoing anxiety problems about it slightly longer version under the cut]

// Are you alright? What’s going on? O_o

“Thank you,” A revealed sigh left her lips and she nodded, “I just have a few things, let me grab them real fast.” She quickly opened the door of her car and pulled out her purse and a hat along with what seemed to be a incubator which held a rather large egg that looked like it was made of ice. An ice wyvern’s egg. A gift for her brother.

The unicorn walked around and opened the passenger side door, sliding down in the seat and closing the door. She placed her bag in the back, taking note of the crate. Ah, so he is a magic user, good to know.  She turned back and brought her seat belt down, buckling it. She kept the incubator in her lap, holding it gingerly. 

“Oh, my name’s Aurora,” She replied, moving her gaze to him. She shook her head, an almost inaudible sigh leaving her, “No, no, it’s alright. It happens often.” The comment was almost enough to bring a smile to her lips, “No, it’s natural, though I wish it was just a spell.” 

He watched her return with a few practical items and one unexpected bundle. Nate let out a soft whistle at the size of the egg. That’s what he assumed it had to be anyway, mostly based on the shape. The surface appeared too glossy, almost crystalline. 

“Uh. I’ll drive carefully. Not that I wasn’t gonna, but...more fragile cargo than I expected tonight.” He gestured vaguely at the bottles. Sure, some them were fine being stored in plastic, but there were a few fickle mixtures that were just safer when stored in glass. They clinked together softly as he pulled away from the side of the road.

( send me a copic color for a headcanon )

frost blue: does your muse enjoy the snow and cold? or are they the type to enjoy summer more?

peacock blue: is your muse honest? what sorts of lies do they tell, if not?

lapis lazuli: does your muse prefer the idea of exploring the depths of the oceans, or the boundless expanses of space more?

reddish brass: how likely is your muse to step up and take the role of a leader? are they willing to take the challenge, or are they more apt to being a follower?

burnt umber: how stable is your muse, mentally and/or emotionally?

champagne: does your muse drink (alcohol)? are they a heavy drinker, if so?

tea orange: what is something that your muse is fascinated with?

malachite: has your muse ever done anything that they winded up feeling incredibly guilty for in the end?

olive: is your muse prone to feeling envious of others? if yes, what is it that they typically feel envious over?

vermillion: is your muse courageous, or would they consider themselves to be more of a coward?

coral: what is your muse's romantic and sexual orientations?

bougainvillaea: would your muse consider themselves as blunt, or do they beat around the bush instead?

currant: what's something that absolutely disgusts your muse (can be a person, place, thing, ect)?

crimson: how passionate is your muse about the things they love most?

raspberry: what food and/or drink can your muse not get enough of? do they indulge in it often, or is it something reserved for special occasions?

baby blossoms: does your muse have a favorite scent? what is it, and why?

mallow: what sorts of things might remind your muse of those close to them? any scents, objects, sounds?

aubergine: does your muse prefer the day, or are they more of a night-owl?

acacia: how much does it take for your muse to hate someone?

cadmium yellow: what subjects or topics does your muse avoid, because they bring up harmful / painful memories?

honey: when your muse loves someone (whether it be romantic, platonic, or familial love), how do they show it?

chartreuse: if you had to describe your muse with a color, what color would it be and why?

anise: when it comes to self-care, what does your muse do to take care of themselves? do they take care to spend time on it, or do they feel they don't deserve it?

new leaf: what message would your muse send to their past self, if any?

moss: how easily does your muse adapt to any new situations they're thrust into?

silk: does your muse care about appearances much? do they spend a lot of time on their own appearance, or do they just go with the flow each day?

sanguine: does your muse typically have an optimistic, pessimistic, or some middle ground outlook on life?

atoll: if your muse could go anywhere, without any restrictions whatsoever, where would they go? why would they go there?

cool grey: if your muse could ensure one thing for certain in their future to come, what would it be?

As the car began to slow down, Aurora took a few steps back out of its way. Good, she thought, That didn’t take as long as I thought it would. She lowered her hand and brought it up to her scarf, pulling it up so it covered her freezing, chapped lips as she brought her gaze to the now visible driver.

He didn’t seem strange, and strange as in paranormal. Maybe he was a seer or magic user of some sort due to the fact that he wasn’t critically judging her appearance. Even so, when he peered at her horn, she felt a small pang of insecurity. What if he could be one of the hunters that father always chides about, the voice in the back of her head mused dryly. She pushed the idea away, that was highly unlikely.  

“To Roselake,” She responded, “It’s the nearest town from here, maybe fifteen or so miles straight and up the hill.” The unicorn glanced over at her car, Father is going to have a fit…If he’s even home from his business trip.

“Huh, is that so? Yeah, I can do that.” A mechanical click punctuated the sentence as he nodded at the door. “You might wanna throw whatever you have with you in the back seat. Just, uh, mind the crate there.”

Seeing as the car was parked, Nate took a moment to turn in his seat and check on his cargo. A dozen or so mismatched bottles nestled in a towel-lined crate. Colorful liquid swirled inside; most a pale peach or blue, some faintly glowing. Satisfied, he sat back down and waited for the girl to get situated. 

( The Tumblr activity has been messed up for about a month now so that happens a lot to me too :/ )

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“You have got to be kidding me,” Aurora grumbled under her breath. Her car just had to break down miles away from home. Not just that, but she was stranded in the middle of the woods where there was hardly any cellphone service. She pinched the bridge of her nose, sighing, “At least it can’t get any worse.” She spoke too soon. The magic she had on herself to make her seem more human wore off, leaving her with sparkling skin and a long, rose gold horn poking out of her forehead. “Shit.”

The only people who travel this road are usually supernatural creatures, for only they knew of it. After a moment of thought, Aurora wrapped her coat tightly around herself and got out of her car, sticking her thumb out like a hitch hiker, hoping somebody would see. “I swear to fuck if I have to walk home in five inch heels in the d a r k, I’m going to lose it.” Just then, she saw the headlights of a car and she stepped forward just a bit, her horn and skin starting to glow because of the light.

The speed limit on this road was more of a suggestion, Nate told himself. If it wasn’t just the fact that it was a long dark highway cutting through miles of field and forest, there was also the weird liminal quality to it. The witch figured human drivers didn’t take this path too often. 

A lone figure in the distance got him to slow down. Not far from the figure, an abandoned car. Ah. I see. The owner of it seemed to be by herself. She wasn’t dressed like someone out for a midnight hike either. Nate stopped the car and leaned over to crack the window. He peered at the stranger, brow raised. Huh, interesting. A witch, maybe?