#oleandershaman

MEME // Accepting

✸ I want to plot with you 

“…”

Speechless. Mouth not agape, but still a blank stare as Valerian struggled to reaffirm his grasp of the language in response to the woman’s words. Her scarily accurate shot in the dark. He’d been raised on the concept of angels, but had his faith ever faltered he was certain this woman would’ve been the one to make him a believer again. 

An angel. That had to the explanation.

{ /CLUTCHES CHEST! }

When Quinn was young, she remembered silk. 

Guests would come, and her mother would always lay out the silken sheets ( cream colored, Charmeuse ). Renata was a woman of prac-ticality. She preferred cotton and wool; simplistic cuts and designs over needless embellishment. Her mother forded very little patiencefor ‘nonsense.’

But there are roles to be played, and images to broadcast in the name of power. The sensation of fabric gliding across skin brings old, old, old memories back. It gives Quinn pause, before her eyes turn sharp. She wonders, too, if Pythia plays the same games her mother did. Wrapping hospitality up in mulberry silk, constricting just tight enough to show the other person just what she has, what she’s capable of. The handkerchief sinks against freshly-calloused palms, a weight of a different time.

“It’s been a very long time since I’ve seen something like this.” Quinn admits. She peers at the shaman, and though she smiles, the curiosity edges her gaze. 

✉ — I want to plot with you.

✎ — I love the way you write your muse(s).

Okay, for real I find your muse to be to very intriguing and your posts all look so beautiful and so nice looking I’m just in awe. I totally followed you just expecting to admire from afar. But I would love to plot with you! I’m sure we can come up with something.