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   To be fair, being so forthright about a potential interest often wasn’t Saima’s style. They wondered in the back of their mind what had even given them the idea to say such things to someone they didn’t even know. They would have to live off the mild embarrassment of that deal later they supposed.

But in the meantime, they relished sight of the smile given their way, at least hinting that their statement wasn’t entirely a foolish move. “Heh, I suppose knowing your name would be nice. In case I get to say it a little more later.“ They respond a little slyly, if only to play around for the moment.

The feeling of her hand on their waist though was very pleasant and their smile remains on their face as a response. Already liking the confidence that she had.

       susan had NO IDEA what she was doing. this could be ( probably was ) a terrible, terrible idea. the words had spilled out without her meaning to and she could tell that they hurt trina deeply. so here she was, facing a choice between trina thinking that susan thought the worst of her or... telling the truth. susan wasn’t sure which one she found more terrifying.

       ❝ trina, i didn’t... i didn’t mean to imply that... ❞ she tried to take a deep breath, fingers fiddling with each other nervously. ❝ it’s just that i’ve been having all these FEELINGS lately... feelings that i know aren’t reciprocated. at least... not the way i’m having them, and i... i honestly have no idea what’s happening. i didn’t even know that i... ❞ she gestured awkwardly, trying to imply this discovery without actually saying ‘i’m attracted to women’ out loud. ❝ i’m just very confused about everything lately and... the way i said that came out wrong. you are so much more complex than that. i’m sorry if, even for a SECOND, i made you feel otherwise. ❞

Lilith remembered what had happened to her all those years ago, what had almost taken Jennifer from this life entirely. No one had appeared to save her, no guardian angel, no..all-knowing God, none of them.....Lilith, for her part, hadn’t been able to stop that attack, not when it was supposed to be in honour of the Dark Lord....but she had been able to make a slight alteration. 

Lilith hadn’t thought she’d ever come across her again...so the fact she was here, in these woods, crouched over the carcass of her most recent meal, in precisely the place Lilith had been walking was something....serendipitous.  She could see that Jennifer had flourished over the years and she’d learned not only how to survive, but how to thrive

“Please,” She spoke only when Jennifer noticed her, “Don’t let me interrupt”

[WET] : our muses find one another in a torrential downpour of rain, both soaking wet.

She loved the rain, the feeling of the droplets against her skin, so she couldn’t help but twirl around in it. This is when she most feels alive, her hands go up trying to catch the rain a laugh escaping her lips.

There wasn’t a place nearby to get shelter, not that she was intending to find some, but she saw another woman there who if she saw correctly was indeed trying to find shelter. As she sees the other she smiles softly, one of her hands going to her lips, a finger gently stroking it. “Don’t you just love the rain?”

She felt like a miserable, drowned mouse, and she looked a bit like one too. Marisa’s previously intricate curls now flattened, clinging to her like her dress was, and her mascara was running as well, creating dark circles around her eyes. New to this world, the woman was lost and in the middle of nowhere, it seemed. Her bus broke down and being told to walk to the next stop, she did. However, she hadn’t been told of how far it was, several miles away, and halfway there it started raining. By the time she walked back, the bus was already gone, so now she was just walking back. Her daemon hung back, screeching quietly as he begrudgingly walked along the wet, dirty ground. His paws, once bright and gold, were now dingy and dark due to the mud. 

Seeing another person there, Marisa felt some hope that they might help her, perhaps they knew their way around, knew of some place she could go. She hadn’t seen any buses drive by in either direction, it was the countryside, they probably weren’t frequent. Her steps were slow, the six inch heels of her shoes getting occasionally stuck against the ground, but she made it to the other woman. About to ask about directions, she opened her mouth to speak and she watched as the other began speaking, and then stroking her lips. Marisa was quiet for a moment, blushing and electing not to answer the other’s question. It was already fairly obvious that one of them was enjoying themselves in the rain and one of them wasn’t, but Marisa didn’t want to be rude.

                     “ i like the finer things in life. “  said with a cigarette hanging from her lips.  she lacks class,  never did care to be ladylike.  and it’s told by the way that she’s sitting,  legs spread like a man with an elbow resting on one and a rip in the trouser leg of the other.  face is painted with speckles of mud and dirt, the same goes for her finger hair.  and it’s not because she’s dirty and unwashed,  but more because she’s recently been in a fist fight with a bear  (  the scar on her cheek is an old one but a tell-tale sign that she likes the danger. she thrives from it.  )   no fight, however, will stop her from having a drink or five in her favourite saloon.  no,  what she needs after a day like hers is a stiff drink.   “ cigarettes,  whiskey . . . and beautiful women.  and it seems i’ve hit the jackpot tonight. “ 

💋     rune ( @indemimonde​​ )   &.   maerose

In the boreal forests of Norrbotten County, Azrael stands at the edge of a remote clearing where men and machinery are gathering for a largescale logging operation. She observes them in watchful silence, as hard-hat wearing workers in reflective overalls swarm like ants, getting ready their great metal behemoths.

Already she can smell the thick odour of diesel tainting the fresh air, she can see the birds flying away in anticipation of the coming destruction. It’s not at all surprising that the activity has gotten the attention of a witch too. 

        ❝          ARE YOU SURE    this is what you want me to do   ??         ❞