“Some party, huh?” they asked, nudging the woman next to them. People were slowly filing in, and Zahira was excited to meet all the new witches and learn more about the craft here. Their little extrovert heart was singing. 

Today, there is no rose. He does not come in the morning, nor midday, nor even the evening; he arrives late, knocking softly on her door after the sun has long since dipped below the horizon. He waits patiently, gloved hands folded behind his back, glancing around with mild disinterest to pass the time. When the door opens, he brightens, smiles. Her hand is grasped, kissed.

        ❛  Hello, my dear. I’ve missed you so.  ❜

❛     if  you  ever  feel  lost    ,    follow  the  stars     .       they  will  never  betray  you  ,     that  i  can  promise  .     ❜

botanical  headcanons

zinnia :   how has the loss of fallen comrades and/or loved ones affected your muse ?   has it taught them anything or given them any new perspectives ?

@flurdall​ SAID:  city view !!   ✚   MEME: whore memes   ✚   send a MESSAGE?

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She’s wearing a floor-length dress, baby pink silk and eggwhite rayon swishing around her ankles as she walks into his apartment. She looks like a princess out of place and time, better suited for some distant fairyland. She places the woven basket on his counter and pulls the powder blue handkerchief off its contents, presenting him with various baked goods — savory rather than sweet, the way she knows he likes it. She airily gives him her usual weak excuse, that she got carried away and made too many, though they both know the truth: she wanted a reason to see him.

He thanks her graciously, then asks about her husband. She waltzes around the question, answers but doesn’t answer, and then turns some questions back on him. She’d rather not think about the ring on her finger just now, because that would mean guilt, and guilt is hardly any fun.

Show A Little Skin Meme (Not Accepting)

✥ - Popping a button on their shirt, showing their chest / a bit of cleavage

He was fucking wasted. 

The two had been hanging out at a bar, and perhaps they’d had a few too many drinks together. No, they’d obviously had too much because they’d been straight up kicked out. Really, at this point, it was astounding that Damian hadn’t passed out. 

At some point afterwards, for a reason or another that Damian couldn’t quite remember, she started unbuttoning her shirt. He was pretty sure it was because she was getting hot. Or something.