#faeir

Faetooth at Roadburn Festival 2025 in Tilburg, The Netherlands The Terminal stage on 17/4

      Molly Grue knew of magic better than most; she was the chosen maid of a unicorn, she was the wife of a powerful sorcerer. She could see things that the average human simply could not, for Molly had her own strange magic despite being never trained in witchcraft. To believe so powerfully that magic exists is magic in itself, and she had been gifted with wild eyes that saw the world as it was. 

      And so she knew what this was, who this person was, without even needing to ask. She’d believed in the fae longer than she could remember, for Molly’d come from a rather superstitious background where even the strict Christians mumbled about ghosts and the fair folk. 

      But as many times as she’d met nonhumans, Molly never knew how to properly greet them. As with her first meeting with Amalthea, she very awkwardly curtsied, crossing her dirty bare ankles. Molly’s face was wide-eyed with surprise, but not quite shock. 

@faeir

The guards made quick work of the exchange, shoving the money into the thief’s hands as they snatched the worried looking woman away. Roman simply turned to set the money on a nearby table while the bustling men dressed in royal garb marched in rows flanking the girl that continued to stare back at Ro’s hand. 

Curious as to what she was gesturing towards as she disappeared into the night Torchwick looked at his palm to find what appeared to be a glistening piece of reflective glass. It sparkled in dozens of colors and glowed with a mysterious light. Without warning Roman fell to his chair, hearing a soft, hushed whisper in his mind. 

do u want me to kill One of them i thought I was ur best friend. so i meaaaan……

     ‘so.’ a voice from the shadows, the sound of a boot being scuffed. the voice is priding itself on how dead calm it sounds, considering how not-calm everything else feels. ‘fancy meeting you here.’

      it’s an old cliche, but it’s not like coco’s blaming herself for seeking out danger—she’d genuinely came for the views, and miss stabbity bubblegum princess came for...well, she’s not entirely sure. after everything, coco doesn’t think it’s anything good. at all. she steps into the light, if only so the other can see her coffee bitter smile.

My best friend visited me in college and we just binged life in the dream house it was wonderful

faeir a réagi à votre billet: just call me out netflix why dont u

same tho ??????????????

            “  H - HEY  — -   IT  WAS  AN  ACCIDENT ?  ”      honestly !    so  he’d  meant  to  give  it  back  to  her  and  it  broke .  that  wasn’t  his  fault ,  right ?   try   SHODDY  MAKING   of  the  parasol’s  spires .  it  was  flimsy .  terrible .  definitely  not  his  doing  at  all .      “  i  can  ...  buy  you  a  new  umbrella  — - ? ”