#wishesforstorms

‘✉’ for an unsent letter from my character to yours.

♗ for a tip for getting my muses romantic affection

{ Oh, well, this is a hard one. But I guess it’s about proving Fay wrong. Usually, what she does is that she judges people before getting to know that and mostly she thinks of them worse than they really are. If someone proves her that she was wrong, she might open up a bit and try to get to know them and understand them. That’s probably it. Shortly. Even though this is just a beginning. }

☁ for something that makes my muse sad

{ As I said, it takes a lot to open Fay up and what definitely makes her sad is to realise that it was a wrong decision because the one she did it for was not the one she assumed they were. Also hearing about what her brothers had fucked up makes her sad even though she’d say she doesn’t care at all.}

☂ for something my muse wants to protect

Send me ‘I want the K’ and I’ll generate a number

21: Then there’s tongue

Just a few steps close the distance between them. It is gone now, leaving just inches of air filled with static. Shouting just a few seconds ago had filled the room with an echo of the storm but suddenly everything is quiet.

Her eyes are one fixed point against the darkening motel room. One blink, another one. It is all so slow while the seconds run quickly past without noticing. It is just a moment, short moment of this tension in the air. Before the older girl leans in, pushing her against the wall to make sure she has nowhere to run. Her lips press against hers hardly with the hints of a previous anger as she opens her eyes that were shut together for a split moment. There is a fire burning within them and she wants the other to burn with it.

She doesn’t wait for an invitation to slip her tongue in, it just happens. She does what she wants and it feels great.

It feels like a hunger she never knew.

Mine, mine, mine.

I haven’t felt this way since I was 17.We ignore, refused consent.Shut me up with your long tube socks.Lord give me grace and dancing feet.Shadows settle on the place, that you left. 

Songs.