#m; haleth

Oh, if summertime could last forever; if she could dance more in the thick, sweltering nights, and bring her berries fresh each day, Haleth would not be one to complain — Yet in her heart there remained joy for the waning of the season, when the nights dipped cool, not overly so, just enough to make a soak in the hot springs truly indulgent.

𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍 - melancholy at best , introspective , severely misunderstood , pleasure in the subdued , helping in your own way , dreams in poetry , the slowness of falling asleep , refreshing meditation .

𝐒𝐔𝐍 - sun bleached clothes , futures that are too bright , everything at arm’s length , balancing intensity , blind encouragement , comfort of sleep , distracting sunspots in your vision , necessity of growth .

𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐌 - chaos with a purpose , emotions running high , natural comfortable anarchy , high volume , leaving your mark , brief flashes of violence, rambling quickly , the intensity of desire.

𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃 - running towards instead of away, instinctive motivation , making an impact, knows everyone who knows anyone , playful pranks , mood swings in a split second , collecting old trinkets , uncontrollable focus .

𝐒𝐍𝐎𝐖 - serene on the surface , cold blooded heart, love it or hate it attitude ,good memories, heavy discussions , sharp determination , relentless resolve ,not as scary as it seems.

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4. best places to kiss on their body

Hm, probably jawline or collarbone.

5. guilty pleasures

She doesn’t have a ton of guilty pleasures, considering she tends to be very up and out about what she likes and doesn’t see a point to be ashamed of it, but there’s a few. Mostly things that she either knows she shouldn’t do because it’s irresponsible or that she’d been yelled at for, like taking off on her own for a few days without warning. One night stands should probably fall under here as well. Taking her time bathing and ending up with it being an hour or more. Dresses. She’ll protest like hell but she likes wearing them if it’s not going to interfere with life. Eating an entire loaf of bread by herself at once.

8. humiliating memories

SEE ME AS I AM

(A collection of expressions that are commonly found on your muse's face, not necessarily traits or how they physically look.)

animals.𓂃﹒. purple-black ravens, deep orange foxes, green-patina beetles, paper-taupe moths

mythological creature.𓂃﹒ revenant, wilis

mythological/ figures.𓂃﹒ Lady of the lake, Diana, Giselle

drinks.𓂃﹒ syrupy blackberry wine, oversteeped jasmine tea, iron-tangy well-water

food.𓂃﹒ overripe summer berries, wild asparagus, fresh rye bread, scalding pies, hot-pickled beets

fruits + berries.𓂃﹒weighted blackberries, late harvest crab-apples dappled with frost, sour plums

flowers.𓂃﹒ bleeding hearts blooming in shade, dew-misted lily of the valley, jasmine flowers on sharp branches

spices.𓂃﹒heady cardamom, lingering anise

materials.𓂃﹒ dark umber leather, moon-bleached steel, void black velvet, hard-crack granite

weapons.𓂃﹒ a sword that is too big with a burden twice as heavy, a whip thrice as old as she, a body that yearns for rest

clothes.𓂃﹒ deep viridian layers, pale tunics stained in blood and sweat, lithe clingy satin dresses with an open back, warm wool socks, worn leather boots with mud-soaked laces

gemstones.𓂃﹒ lunar opal

colors.𓂃﹒ poison-blood red, earthen black, pine-haze green

disasters.𓂃﹒ supercells, lake effects, atmospheric rivers

locations.𓂃﹒ quite hallways where benches may serve as beds, vast-expanses of wet coniferous forests crowded with spirits, musky bars edging fights, 3 am by street lantern light, a still black water lake with earth-bone shores, silk-satin sheets that slip from flesh like oil to water, algae coated rocks flowing like hair in hot-spring waters

misc.𓂃﹒heeling to the voice of a master, guarding the throat with blood wet teeth, knuckles that cannot unfurl, the final drag of a cigarette on a moonlit balcony while music swells from beyond, staring up into the rain to tried to blink, as you wish, watching the sun rise above the steam of a hot drink, finding beauty in overlooked places

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Stolen from @archaeval

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Daylight strikes the motes of dust that glisten down from the arching vaults of the soot stained cathedral ceiling, drifting like sun-washed snow, the front of a winter's storm with clouds not yet to breach the impossible golden halo of the sky.

Haleth sits, nondescript within a pew- hardened yellow oakwood polished by the seat of parishioners who came for years before her to worship these gods, to celebrate death, to mourn the wed.

It is a wedding too this day, though Haleth did not know the parties to be married, her morning was free and the doors open. It was amusing to watch such pageantry, even knowing for herself that feats of romance would never be possible. Perhaps that was the allure, to come as close to the wish of her delusion as possible.