May 18, 2019
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“ touch me again and i’ll rip off your fucking arm. ”
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@gcdking / sc.
“ touch me again and i’ll rip off your fucking arm. ”
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eyes narrow briefly. there was a feeling that she couldn’t ignore, one that was telling her that he couldn’t be trusted. and while her conscience has lead her to bad decisions before, she figures it wasn’t one of those times. she views the other with a frown, her head tilting. ‘ whatever you want, i can’t give you. nor would i want to. ’
@gcdking.
You say too many things you dont mean.
sentence starters ft. netflix’s: the society 1x02.
‘ that’s because i have a temper. ’ she hisses out. not that it was a good thing ---- because it wasn’t. if anything, it made the call to the dark side even stronger. there was no denying that magic wasn’t all light, and the darkness was a presence that always lingered. it took great strength’s for her to fight back against it, to keep herself on the right path.
a breath slips past red lips and she closes her eyes, a finger moving to press against her temple. magic hummed all around her and it took her a moment to block it out before her eyes opened and she looked at him once again. ‘ a temper that’s growing in your presence. ’
🖐 - rests their hand on my muse’s knee or hip
@gcdking /// touch starved prompts. accepting.
🖐 - rests their hand on my muse’s knee or hip
WHEN PALM TOUCHES the curve of her waist , the star straightens , a sharp gasp cutting out from her throat. turning quickly , she starts to frown , mouth glittery from remaining gloss. "did you mean to do that?"
❛ magic does that. it wastes you away. once it grips you by the ear, the world gets quieter & quieter until you can hardly hear it at all. ❜
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It’s not the first time she’s heard this rhetoric. A common defense of sorcerers mixed up in a tribunal is that the magic consumed them. One of the reasons academy-trained wizards tend to be so smug is they’re taught to believe the careful regulation of magic will preclude corruption, as though the politics of royal court aren’t corrosive enough on their own. As though the entire foundation of magical academia isn’t built to support an unjust stratification of power. It stood to reason that those who saw power as a means of control over others would view any source of it as potential contaminate.
But Samar didn’t meet magic in secrecy; she knew it from birth. It lived in the pounding of hammers in smithies and in cheerful ditties belted in bakeries over brick oven roars. Magic was an undercurrent which ran through all things living and created, like breath. To ignore its call would be to suffocate.
Yet how can she explain (without sounding helplessly naïve) that where she’s from, this force is a labor of love? That the City of Artisans ran not only on the power of sunlight, but the mystic energy born of meticulous craftsmanship and sustainable life for all?
“In my experience, magic doesn’t drown out the rest of the world — it amplifies it. Magic courses through the world as blood, and I hear its pulse.”
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* CANON DIALOGUE STARTER CALL : CURRENTLY ACCEPTING !
“ 𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙎 𝙇𝙊𝙊𝙆𝙎 𝙇𝙄𝙆𝙀 the sort of SCREWED UP situation i can make the most out of ” / @gcdking ♡’d
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* RANDOM HEADCANONS : ALWAYS ACCEPTING !
𝙎𝙀𝙇𝙄𝙉𝘼'𝙎 𝙄𝘿𝙀𝘼𝙇 𝙀𝙑𝙀𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙊𝙁 𝙍𝙀𝙇𝘼𝙓𝘼𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉 involves a hot bubble bath in the dark, lit candles all over the bathroom ( usually ottoman, madeleine, embers, black coco havana, or moonlit petals ), a glass of champagne with the bottle kept beside her for quick refills, and old jazz records playing in the background. sometimes she swaps the bubbles for a nice bath bomb ( typically in similar scents as the candles she chooses ), and sometimes she’ll do some reading instead of just… laying there. but as a general rule, bubble baths are always the way to go for her.
“ 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘪𝘵? 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘦? ––– 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴? 𝘯𝘰; 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘵𝘩, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐’𝘮 𝘩𝘪𝘴. ” she nearly pitied him. she pitied everyone without an other half.
she’d raze the world to ash if it dared to take tyrone from her. light could not exist without darkness, as she could not –– ｗｏｕｌｄ ｎｏｔ –– exist without him. it was as simple as that.
“ 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, ” she added, impatiently. “𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵. 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘳. 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦. ”
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