𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝑇𝑅𝐼𝑆𝐾𝐸𝐿𝐼𝑂𝑁.

⛤ ║ ▌︔ 𝟹 witch sisters , 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝑇𝑅𝐼𝟻𝐾𝐼𝐸𝐿𝐼𝑂𝑁 . . . 𝟹 elements battling against each other , attempting to ribbon together , to bring harmony . each could help the other thrive , or snuff them out .

a series of original characters , explored within an original lore , created by robin ( they / them , 25+ ) . this blog is 20+ due to themes explored . mutually exclusive and somewhat private .

woman had never been one to leave anything to chance , and this wasn't going to be the situation that started it . she had a cold . which was unheard of . woman had never been sick a day in her life , so these sniffles and this cough felt like the end of the world . she glides into flower shop with her usual grace , but there's a slight shiver in her step , arms curled around her stomach . eyes check no one else is present before she speaks , voice low and crackling .

tales of witches in the wood are vast and seemingly endless , causing controversy no matter who you are . when tale of lone woman in the woods meets any civilisation , no matter how advanced they claim to be , those old fables of wicked women with their cauldrons come to mind . however , these assumptions are what vesta was banking on .

she adored rogue witches .

their fire was something she coveted , their independence something she longed for . that rogue unpredictability was second nature to her , yet she constantly had to keep it in check . to find that freedom again sounded invigorating .

it's rare she lets herself go these days , allows the flames trapped in her stomach to free themselves and fuel her soul . whiskey burns as it falls down her throat , remembering the sweet taste of freedom and independence that comes with it .

one night off couldn't hurt .

question is met with so much hesitation . confliction sits heavy upon her chest , matching the weight of responsibility upon her shoulders . she could sense the power radiating from other , sensed the intimidation and superiority of his craft . a powerful friend to have . and an even scarier enemy . it seemed that being his friend would be the more sensible option out of the two . but friendship was hard . friendship was complicated and demanding in ways marina was vastly unfamiliar with .

was she even capable of that ?

she knows it . she feels it . everything itched , everything felt heavy , entire get - up one big overstimulation . she'd give anything to trade fancy dress for sweats and an oversized hoodie . but she'd promised her sisters . it was their birthday , after all . a night where marina gets to feel normal , where vesta gets to blow off some steam . she'd promised she'd behave , conform , just this once . and she intended to keep that promise .

annoyance is evident upon features from the moment other opens their mouth . temper was something vesta found many issues with ; hot - headedness not just a side effect from her gifts . that temper imbeds itself in her mind and clouds all sense of rationality , and yet does not conquer . so much of herself is spent minding that rage , containing that fire , that a nonchalance takes over .

a lack of care . it's easier than letting the heat win .