#queenoficeolation

Raphael leaned back on his pillows and let out a happy sigh once the sun was fully visible. “So, your highness.” He turned and grinned at her. “What shall we do today?”

Send “I caught something” for your muse to be the fairy in the jar. 

Celina looked down at the jar with wide eyes. Fairy traps had been popping up in the forest more and more lately and she hadn’t expected any fairies to fall prey to the tricks of the humans…or whoever it was to blame for the traps. She had been sent by the other fairies back at the Fairy Grove to check and break any she had found. Now here she was, human size, and staring at the unfamiliar fairy in the jar. “Oh my Moon! Are you okay? Hold on, I’ll get you out! Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

Leave a “Drink Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble about my character taking shots with yours. 

They met accidentally in the bar, two females just looking for an escape at the bottom of a glass. Of course, they ended up deciding to find that escape together. As the drinks kept going, a bond formed…at least it did for Cyra.

Cyra downed another in soon to be a series of many shots. She flipped her white hair back and slammed the glass down on the bar. Her purple irises sparkled, and she flashed a smug smile over at Elsa. The fairy in disguise giggled and tapped the rim of Elsa’s glass. “Another drink, another truth…I feel like I don’t belong and I wonder if I ever will.”

Escape their sorrows. Throw them out to the void and never welcome them back.

“As you wish my queen.” He kissed her head “whatever you wish.” His touches were gentle as he washed her. When he was done, he leaned back and just let them relax in the watch as the soothing smell of lavender surrounded them.