#mavri

If you need to get rid of bugs every day, you are doing something wrong.

Essa hoje foi fogo. Eu errei duas vezes antes de acertar (o que significa que minhas duas contas restantes fazendo o evento ficaram sem uma flor), mas finalmente peguei a resposta maldita na conta de uma amiga (a qual estou cuidando). A docete pergunta a Mavri que outro tipo de flor, além de rosas, seriam ideais para dar no dia dos namorados. E pelo amor não errem como eu, a resposta é:

Para este dia a florzinha está de bom humor, e nossa docete oferece a Mavri um dia de SPA de planta. Confuso? Assim como a pequena Mavri, e a resposta é:

“Vou te limpar!”

I’m in love with you Lilly. Just like, getting it out there.

THEY ARE GREEN. A very stunning multicolored green and she can manipulate the hue of them. She has a raw sort of magic, she could change her entire appearance if she wished, but she is through and through my slytherin green queen. Rarely does she ever change the color of her hair (which is black with a green shift/irridesence to it) or her eyes.

OMGGGG i love her. She’s my baby.

Mavri is the most powerful being in her universe, I don’t think I’ve ever outright said that before. She’s also just so insanely stunning she’s like the night and the moon incarnate.

There’s so much I could say about her, she’s well over five thousand years old, she keeps so many pets. Her favorites are her twin king cobras, Omen and Strife, and her cat (who is almost as old as she is and has died a thousand times) Mort.

She is a queen in her own right and she’s the most morally gray character I’ve ever written.

Mavri paced the length of the hallway, the black tulle and gossamer of her gown flowing behind her on a phantom wind. The heels of her shoes click-clacked against the marble tile, echoing throughout the empty hall. Tugging the door open, she leaned against the frame, taking in the man that stood before her.

He was tall, almost lanky in form, with hair that looked like that of a raven’s feather. Sometimes, she was fairly certain that there were feathers in place of strands of hair, catching the light with the irridescent blue that matched his bright blue eyes. As she looked up at him, she frowned. He looked more tired than usual, positively drained of life. If she was being honest, he looked more tired than he had when she’d killed him for being a pest.

After a moment of taking him in, she stepped to the side, allowing him to slip into her home. He said nothing as he made his way to the sitting room, and she followed, dropping down into a high-backed chair nearest the window. Ezra somewhat dramatically dropped onto the settee, draping an arm over his eyes.

“Not to be rude,” Mavri finally said, eyes raking over the wrinkles of his shirt, the sloppiness of the tuck into his breeches. His suspenders were even sloppy, falling over his shoulders and slipping down his arms. “But you look positively awful.”

“Thanks, Mave,” he countered, his voice a low grumble. Mavri shrugged, leaning back in her chair. With a slight twitch of her fingers, she sent a message to another part of the house, summoning her love to the sitting room. Not even seconds later, in a burst of glimmering gold and light, Adonis appeared next to her, leaning against the side of the chair.

“Ezra,” he greeted, narrowing his brows at the man. “Is everything okay?”

“I killed someone,” he said flatly, moving his arm from his eyes and staring at the ceiling. Adonis sucked in a sharp breath, but Mavri simply tilted her head to the side, twisting her fingers around a piece of her green-black hair. Her fingers braided the strands together. Another snap of fingers and a small bone appeared in her hand, that she tied to the ends of the braid.

“Well,” she drawled, sketching a brow. “Is murder really frowned upon, though? It’s not the worst.”

“We’ve talked about this,” Adonis sighed, running a hand through his blonde locks, then down his beautiful face. Mavri glanced up at him, a bored look on her face. “You can’t just kill people for fun, Mave. Murder is bad in most cases.” Mavri lifted a shoulder, summoning a piece of twine from nowhere to twist into her hair.

“Why’d you do it?” She asked, eyes watching Ezra’s distraught frame.

“It was self defense.”

Ask and you shall receive!

14. Does she have pet peeves? Oh yeah. She can’t stand it when people chew with their mouths open - like general mouth sounds and mushy sounds just rub her a wrong way. She also hates when people tap their fingers or a pen on a table, anything like that. Drives her absolutely bananas to the point she stops the movement with her magic from across the room.

35. Does she own plants! Mavri does own plants! Her room is really earthy, and she loves succulents so they’re all over her room. She’s also rather fond of cacti because they’re prickly on the outside, like she can be sometimes.