#wvtchy

On this night, the sky seemed to open up its arms to the stars- more so than usual, the glittering patterns providing the light alongside their lunar counterpart.

The air was crisp and a reminder that Whitney had the right idea to wear long sleeves- though her shorts allowed for goosebumps to make way across her legs as they carried her from the bookstore. Lately, the brunette wanted to take in every source of external inspiration she could get- starting with a new journal, and the moon rays casting down onto the trees on her way home.

She took it all in, senses glued to each detail the world around her provided; and when coming upon the beautiful church about two blocks down from her apartment, Whit decided to see if she could make her way in…. just to sit down and take in the grand architecture she was sure it was filled with. Years of living there, she hadn’t ever been in- she’d always wanted to see what it looked like, admiring the ornate stained glass windows drawing her in just for themselves; the edges and sculpting decorating the frames of the windows and doors….

And finally, there was a chance she’d get to see it- maybe spend a few minutes to just breathe and write about what she feels… what she sees…

Slowly, quiet as a mouse, Whitney made her way into the church- making sure to close the side door with gentle care before making her way to a lone pew. The lights were off completely, but those moon rays were at it again; providing an even more breathtaking light through the windows- hues of golds, greens, blues…. It was seemingly from another world. A hushed, “wow….” escaped her throat before she jumped out of her skin. Shit. Someone was here.

Immediately sensing their irritation, Whitney shifted in the pew, heart beating a million per second as she started to get up- it was a shame, there was finally a feeling of welcoming within a church, one she’d never felt before, and it had to end so quickly. A frog caught in her throat, it was obvious that the woman was startled when she fumbled through her next words,

“Oh- I- I’m so sorry, I thought it was empty.. didn’t mean to disturb.”

Send 🌑 to crawl into bed with my muse

On a particularly chilly winter’s night, all the knitted blankets and comforters were necessary- Whitney was now in a portion of her being expecting where temperature intolerance was at an all-time high. She was huddling in her cozy cocoon writing in her latest journal when Kyle came through the door of their bedroom, and eventually crawled into the fluffy refuge with her— the same big grin that she reserved for him when they first started hanging out grew upon her sleepy face.

The last thing Whitney remembered was the sound of a movie that Kyle put on; it was an 80s romcom of some sort, and one that she would normally be more than happy to stay up and watch with him— but the day had worn her out. Sucked her dry with papers and tests. So there wasn’t a chance that the girl could stay up past ten at the latest…

The voices buzzing off the tv became more and more distant, and the blanket that she’d curled up with got way too comfy…… ‘I’m only gonna rest my eyes here for a minute…..’ she thought to herself while her head of waves took refuge on Kyle’s shoulder……

Next thing she knew, like a child, Whit was being carried by two strong and loving arms into a bedroom she’d grown to find as a second home at this point; honeyed eyes fluttered open to find the sweetest boy concentrating on getting her into bed safe and sound. It brought a smile to her face- even when mostly asleep she felt entirely and unconditionally loved.

“M’sorry I fell asleep… I like th’movie..”

A voice laced with dreams and comfort was guided up toward Kyle and Whitney wrapped her arms tighter around his neck, snuggling herself into his chest even more. Everything about him brought her comfort; his natural scent filling her senses and reminding her exhausted nervous system that she is in fact safe; safe and cared for. No one had treated her quite like he has before.. which was what made her giggle out of sheer content and speak up toward him once again:

“My prince…”

🌙  *  ―     𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐒  (  prompts for the five senses. add [reversed] to reverse the action. feel free to change wording as needed & add details )

The sound of flames overtaking the large house was invigorating to the witch, especially since it was she who had started it. Heat rolled off the building as part of it collapsed inwards while the red flames took over completely, the screams from within almost drowned out as the house was consumed. A small snicker brushed past the blondes lips as she sidled up next to Jackson, blue eyes glinting with the same heat that now roared into the sky and she couldn't help but laugh a little more, lips drawing over her teeth as the action shook her frame some.

[ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 ] ― sender worships receiver’s body - @wvtchy ✨

Was it the tidbit moment where Whitney had told Kyle just how much she loved the feeling of his hands roaming over her, bare skin or fully clothed? Or her soft reactions, the purrs that spew from her lips when his fingertips drag along certain areas, even in the most innocent of occasions? ….

One of her main love languages was certainly physical touch; it provided her a special kind of warmth and security, a light when insecurity peeks it’s weary head up. Whatever sparked this journey of Kyle’s hands and lips deciphering each line and curve, every outline and goosebump that formed along their wake…. god, she was grateful. An audible shudder made its presence known when he traced along her hips, a full-on blissful grin forming upon her lips.

“Did you ever think I’d be here prepping for a sleepover in your room?…”

Whitney giggled, dipping into her bag to grab some lounging clothes; it was her first time spending the night at Kyle’s place, and she couldn’t keep the giddy smirk off her face the whole day leading up to it. It was something so casual, not a big deal, really- but she really liked this boy. No one had ever made her feel like he did, truthfully- there was this sincere, soft warmth between them that was only blooming more and more in the time that they’d gotten to know each other, and Whit couldn’t get enough of it.

The smile she wore faded the more her hands picked through her bag— she packed everything, and could’ve swore she triple checked before she left, but really? The one thing that wasn’t in there was a shirt??