#deoraxde

"What is making you so weird?" Yet, the hair on Mer's neck rose to the sudden shift in the air. She wanted to stare Aileen down and demand an explanation for the awkwardness, but took the book without a moment's hesitation.

"Is this not a romance-" The image on cover finally registered, hitting her like a physical blow. It slapped her not once, but everything she peeked at the cover. It was so damning, she had to turn the book over.

Her cheeks burned as she scanned the blurb, fanning herself as she is left utterly speechless. "Wh-what would make you think I would-" She struggled to find the words to this."I-I...I'll read it."

The last warm breezes of summer were fading. Where else to spent those last days other than in...Ireland? Zselyke had a plane ticket and post-it note of directions, the perfect combination.

Arriving at the terminal, Zselyke felt overwhelmed. Her English was rusty, and the chaotic movement of people, from dealing with customs, to having a 30-minute session with immigration, was all disorienting. Still, she knew her ultimate goal was to find the red-headed woman with too much energy. She scratched her right temple, her eyes scanning the crowd, but realized it was easier to use her phone.

tarot based scene ✧˖° accepting

The forests always gave an unsettling feeling to the Monégasque, in all honesty, it may be due to the fact that everything that went wrong in her life happened in a forest. She sat on the patchy grass of clover as she awaited for Aileen's next set of commands. The swirling fog danced around them, blurring the edges of the former clear path, making Mirèlha hesitant on what's to come.

"It's beautiful here and all, but..." She heard tales of the forest and for some reason, something always tends to happen. If it's not snatching children, it's eating people, or something along those lines. "Are you confident that the forest isn't going to...you know....kill us."

Resi sat on a mossy stone bench overlooking the lush, rolling hills of Bavaria, the warm sunlight glinting off her brown locks. Her thoughts were heavy today—Ulrich’s words were still echoing in her mind. There was something grounding about him, but today, her heart felt restless. The scent of freshly cut grass and blooming wildflowers filled the air, and she let out a long breath. She was used to being strong, but today she wasn’t so sure.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of footsteps crunching on the grass. She glanced up, a smile spreading across her face as she saw the person approaching.

{ happy early birthday mer! }

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