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Guillaume Apollinaire, tr. by Anne Hyde Greet, from Calligrams; “Snapshot,”

#☾ . * 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏 ╱ isms.

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☾ . *  𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆.

it’s been a long day of meetings and smacking people with books at the library. her shift ended not too long ago, and rather than working on assignments, she rewards herself with a glass of wine and sweet potato fries. she sighs, pouring more wine into the glass as she settles into the couch, watching reruns of the real housewives of beverly hills as she shoves fries into her mouth. trash reality television being her stress reliever. she doesn’t have the patience to develop new hobbies and lacks the energy of going out and socializing like the rest of her friends. instead, she wraps herself in her robe, eating carbs and getting sleepy from wine.

and as she’s about to fall asleep she hears a repetition of knocks against the door. she sits up, looking around the area, frowning as she yawns. “what–” she stands up, hearing that painfully annoying voice. maybe if she’s quiet enough, she won’t think she’s home, but what if some weird person takes her – ophelia can’t defend herself. their parents will put the blame on rosa and rosa doesn’t want to be the family punching bag because she let their favourite daughter get kidnapped. “ugh!!!!” she groans as she opens the door. “what do you want!!” she frowns further seeing she brought luggage. “ohhhh — no, no, no,” rosa shakes her head. “you are not staying here.”

          finally,  after  what  feels  like  ages,  her  sister  comes  to  the  door.  “  what  took  you  so  long  ?  ”  ophelia  asks  with  a  frown,  but  quickly  shakes  her  head.  “  it  doesn’t  matter  anyway.  i’m  glad  you answered.  ”  the  winter  witch  peers  over  her  sisters  shoulder  and  into  the  empty  apartment.  her  sisters  words  evoke  a  frown.  “  what  do  you  mean  i’m  not  staying  here  ?  ”  she  pouts,  crossing  her  arms  over  her  chest.  ophelia  couldn’t  believe  her  sister  would  deny  her  like  this.  granted,  she  also  wasn’t  used  to  not  getting  her  way.  she  had  basically  been  treated  like  a  princess  by  all  who  met  her.

         “  what  reason  could  you  possibly  have  for  turning  me  away  ?  it’s  not  like  you  have  company  over,  you’re  drinking  wine  and  watching  reality  tv  !  ”  she  points  out.  it  was  information  she  gathered  from  quickly  scanning  the  place.  “  you  won’t  even  know  i’m  here.  i’ll  make  myself  scarce,  and  if  you  want  to  have  people  over,  i’ll  just  go  study  in  the  library,  ”  she  promises.  “  rosa,  please  !   my  roommate  is  so  loud,  it’s  impossible  to  get  anything  done  in  that  room  !  i  can’t  focus  on  any  of  my  coursework  or  have  any  peace  and  quiet  to  unwind.  do  you  see  the  bags  under  my  eyes  ?  ”  she  complains,  a  meager  attempt  at  convincing  her  sister  to  let  her  stay.

#☾ . * 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏 ╱ interactions. #☾ . * 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏 ╱ with rosaline.

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♡ . *  𝒆𝒛𝒓𝒂.

ezra smiled sheepishly at the mention of spring cleaning, rubbing the back of his neck. he supposed he should have cleaned up a little, but he didn’t expect a visitor so late at night either. but before he could say anything, there was a flurry of movement and suddenly amora was standing in front of him dressed up like the 70s — glitter and all.  was her dress shining or was it just the moonlight reflecting off her? he couldn’t tell. “uh…okay?” was the only thing he managed to utter coherently, his mouth still gaping open, before amora tossed him his clothes and went off to the bathroom, the door shutting close finally bringing him back to reality. turning around to look at orion who seemed just as amused as he was, ezra chuckled. “this is going to be an interesting night, huh?” the brown hare nodded, urging him to move quickly.

it didn’t take long for him to change into the clothes amora chose, quickly buttoning the shirt he rarely ever wore besides important events, opting to go for a simple t-shirt on the daily. he made sure to leave the first three unbuttoned as instructed and after a quick look in the mirror to make sure he didn’t have a bad case of bed hair, he opened the bathroom door to show amora his change of clothes. “yeah i’m ready. should i put on some glitter too?” he looked at the spring witch once again with a raised eyebrow, the sequins in her hair was hard to miss. he seemed severely underdressed compared to amora who was practically glittering.

           amora  exits  the  bathroom  and  examines  ezra.  “  you  look  perfect,  ”  she  smiles.  the  spring  witch  adjusts  the  hem  of  her  dress,  which  keeps  riding  up  her  legs.  perhaps  wearing  a  dress  that  was  most  likely  intended  to  be  a  halloween  costume  out  into  the  real  world  came  with  a  price.  still,  she  wasn’t  bothered  nor  afraid  of  showing  a  little  leg.  at  the  mention  of  glitter,  her  eyes  light  up.  “  please,  i  would  love  to  put  some  glitter  on  you.  and  it  will  most  definitely  complete  the  look,  ”  she  reassures  him,  taking  a  seat  on  the  foot  of  his  bed.  she  then  pats  the  spot  next  to  her,  motioning  for  him  to  sit  besides  her.

          the  pink  haired  witch  gleams  at  him  before  pulling  out  her  compact  tube  of  body  glitter.  she  tilts  her  head  as  she  focuses  on  highlighting  his  cheekbones  with  the  product.  “  close  your  eyes,  ”  she  instructs  next,  then  sweeps  the  glitter  across  his  eyelids.  it  was  a  subtle,  yet  necessary,  addition  to  his  look.  “  done  !  if  you  want  more,  though,  just  let  me  know.  i  didn’t  want  to  over  do  it  without  your  approval.  but  otherwise,  i  think  we’re  finally  ready  to  head  out,  ”  she  says  with  one  foot  nearly  out  the  door  already.  the  spring  witch  hasn’t  been  out  into  the  human  world  for  sometime  now,  and  she’s  just  itching  to  go  back. 

#♡ . * 𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆 ╱ interactions. #♡ . * 𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆 ╱ with ezra.

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            ♡ . *     omg  helloo  !!!  just  a  lil  heads  up  that  i  most  likely  won’t  be  able  to  do  replies  tonight  or  maybe  even  tomorrow,  but  i  promise  i’ll  get  back  to  u  as  soon  as  possible  !!  it’s  the  end  of  the  semester  so  i  hav  term  papers  and  finals  due,  so  i’m  just  a  lil  overwhelmed,  but  i  can’t  wait  to  continue  my  threads  and  plot  more  <3  

            in  the  meantime,  i  made  a  plots  page  for  ophelia,  and  here’s  my  plots  page  for  amora  if  we  haven’t  plotted  at  all  yet.  pls  like  this  post  if  u  would  like  to  plot  (  for  both  or  even  just  one  of  my  charas  )  and  i’ll  message  u  within  the  next  few  days,  or  feel  free  to  im  me  and  i’ll  get  back  to  u  in  the  next  few  days  !!  also  here  is  my  discord  if  u  would  rather  talk  there:  i miss fromis9 </3#5522

#♡ . * 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒏𝒂 ╱ ooc. #just cant wait 2 b done with spring term #even tho my summer classes start shortly after these end at least it's only two classes

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☾ . *  𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅  𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓   ╱   @holyterraiin​

                 ophelia  folds  her  freshly  washed  laundry  and  neatly  places  the  clothing  in  her  suitcase.  after  spending  the  past  two  days  in  her  shared  room,  she  decides  she  needs  a  break  from  communal  living.  she  was  not  accustomed  to  sharing,  let  alone  sharing  with  strangers,  and  the  idea  of  having  a  roommate  was  one  she  would  never  be  able  to  wrap  her  head  around.  so,  she  packed  her  bag  with  all  the  essentials --- dior,  prada,  and  chanel.  after  slipping  into  something  more  comfortable,  the  winter  witch  gathered  her  school  books,  and  made  her  way  to  her  sisters  apartment.  on  the  way  there,  she  thought  about  how  unfair  it  was  the  underclassmen  were forced  to  live  with  complete  strangers.  had  the  school  board  never  heard  of  personal  space  ?  

                she  finally  reaches  her  sister’s  door,  and  knocks  repeatedly  with  her  free  hand.   “  rosa,  it’s  me,  you  know,  your  little  sister  that  you  cherish  so  dearly,  ”   she  calls  over  her  knocking,  blowing  a  strand  of  hair  from  her  eyes  impatiently.

#☾ . * 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏 ╱ interactions. #☾ . * 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏 ╱ with rosaline. #HELPPP ASKDJSH she's already being so annoying 2 her sis <3

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♡ . * 𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒉𝒂.

    both females are wrenched in opposite directions, sylphlike fingers clutching the wild flowers rising from the earth in an attempt to secure themselves. the more cimmerian of the two women finds herself pitching forward, lithe frame bracing the ground as her companion stumbles backwards. clean fingernails dig into the loam beneath them and the autumn witch fixes herself upright after a few moments, brushing frayed bangs away from her line of sight.

    there’s a second of hesitation, but it’s comfortable— warmth floods through diantha as though the springtide sunshine touches through her skin and the corners of her mouth begin twitching, curving upward into a smile as she holds up the shorter half of the bone she had managed to break. it’s an indication that amora is the fortunate one between the two, but the AUTUMN WITCH doesn’t think that her companion will truly need to waste the hope on finding her someone. she’s more than talented enough to succeed as a matchmaker without needing wishes.

    “ it seems that you’re the fortunate one here, but don’t waste that fortune on me … you’re more magnificent than you think and i’m sure you’ll be able to find me a suitor. though you certainly have your work cut out for you . . it’s strange to think anyone would have interest in the likes of me. ” it’s intended as a joke and diantha allows another soft smile to grace her features before she nods towards the bone. she’s thankful to be able to share these moments with the SPRING WITCH  — especially given she hasn’t been able to make more than a handful of friends. amora has undoubtedly been the kindest and has indulged in diantha’s odd stories more times than one could count. 

    the autumn prefect eyes a patch in the ground where the earth has already been disturbed, fingers clawing at the soft soil as she gives the colorful witch the next instructions. “ close your eyes and make a wish. afterwards we’ll have to bury the bones in the ground. ” 

               her  dark  eyes  light  up  as  the  realization  hits  her.  the  spring  witch  takes  a  moment  to  readjust  herself,  tucking  her  legs  beneath  her.  now  settled,  she  runs  a  finger  along  the  bone  and  arches  a  brow.  it’s  smoother  than  she  expected.  silence  engulfs  her  as  she  continues  to  fixate  curiously  on  the  object  in  her  hands.  it  was  strange  to  think  it  once  belonged  to  something  living.

              “  where  do  wishbones  come  from  ?  ”  she  inquires,  finally  breaking  her  silence.  “  please,  you  flatter  me  too  much.  there  are  more  talented  matchmakers  out  there,  but  i  do  the  best  i  can  with  my  knowledge.  oh,  that  reminds  me,  i  need  to  know  your  astrological  sign  !  in  fact,  if  you  have  your  entire  birth  chart  at  your  disposal,  i’d  love  to  see  it  sometime,  ”  amora  offers  a  calculating  smile.  “  oh,  and  for  the  record,  anyone  would  be  lucky  to  have  you.  you  might  not  see  how  amazing  you  are,  but  i’ll  be  sure  to  remind  you  every  chance  i  get  'til  you're  sick  of  me  !  ”

              the  spring  witch  was  grateful  to  have  made  diantha’s  acquaintance.  she  was  unlike  anyone  she  had  ever  previously  met  and  their  friendship  allowed  her  to  explore  things  she  otherwise  wouldn’t  have.  it’s  like  coming  alive  again  just  as  you  begin  to  feel  desolate.  the  time  has  come  to  make  a  wish,  and  amora  struggles  to  come  up  with  something  worthwhile.  it  feels  like  the  most  important  decision  she's  had  to  make  in  months. 

             “  okay,  here  goes  nothing,  ”  she  inhales  sharply,  and  shuts  her  eyes  as  instructed.  i  wish  the  two  of  us  will  remain  friends  until  we  grow  old  and  ugly,  she  thinks  to  herself,  then  opens  one  eye  inquisitively.  “  wait,  am  i  supposed  to  say  it  out  loud  ?  ” 

#♡ . * 𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆 ╱ interactions. #♡ . * 𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆 ╱ with diantha.

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With a slip of the moon in her hair,

Virginia Woolf, from The Complete Works; “Jacob’s Room,” wr. c. 1922 (via violentwavesofemotion)

#☾ . * 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏 ╱ isms.

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              ☾ . *   have  you  seen  OPHELIA  OH  around  campus   ?   i  hear  they’re  a  FIRST  YEAR  WINTER  witch  with  a  specialty  in  RITUALS  /  SEANCES.  i  almost  never  see  them  without  their  ARCTIC  FOX.  if  they  ever  want  to  be  a  SCHOLAR  someday  they  should  ease  up  on  being  TIMID  &  FUSSY.  at  least  you  can  say  they’re  POISED  &  DILIGENT,  too.

              hi  hi,  it’s  diana  again,  introducing  my  second  character  ophelia   !!!   if  you  like  this  post,  i’ll  come  to  you  for  plots  asap   !!   hopefully  eventually  i’ll  make  a  plots  page  for  her  because  it’s  sm  easier  to  keep  track  of  everything,  but  anyway  enough  rambling,  u  can  read  about  little  ophelia  under  the  cut  <3

☾ . *    𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒔    !

full  name :  ophelia jane oh

nickname(s)  :  lia

zodiac  :  capricorn  sun,  pisces  moon   (  click  )

sexuality  :  bisexual

alignment  :  lawful  neutral

pinterest  :  click

☾ . *    𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅    !

being  the  youngest  came  with  many  privileges,  which  ophelia  learned  early  on  (  she  is  the  younger  sister  of  ivy’s  muse  rosa  btw  ).  ophelia  witnessed  her  parents  scrutinize  her  older  sister  and  hold  her  to  high  standards,  but  when  it  came  to  ophelia,  these  standards  did  not  apply.  she  was  their  baby,  and  being  quite  a  few  years  younger  than  rosa,  they  had  softened  over  time

ophelia  looked  up  to  her  sister  in  many  ways,  so  although  her  parents  did  not  expect  the  world  of  her  like  they  did  of  rosa,  she  expected  it  from  herself.  she  did  not  want  to  grow  up  in  her  sisters  shadow,  rather,  she  wanted  them  to  be  seen  as  equals,  so  she  worked  hard  to  be  deserving

she  spent  her  summers  with  her  grandparents.  they  were  the  traditional  type,  and  did  not  baby  ophelia  the  same  way  her  parents  did.  they  instilled  in  her  a  work  ethic  that  allowed  her  to  succeed

she  took  after  her  grandmother  and  picked  up  piano  at  a  young  age  and,  with  the  help  of  private  lessons,  she  taught  her  everything  she  knows.  she  dedicated  herself  to  two  things  only:  her  studies  and  piano

she  went  to  private  school  her  entire  life,  which  gave  her  access  to  the  best  resources  to  become  the  talented  witch  she  is.  however,  this  also  made  her  spoiled,  although  she  does  not  realize  it

her  interest  in  rituals  and  seances  began  during  her  teen  years.  she  liked  that  it  had  a  “darker”  feel  to  it  than  other  types  of  magic.  she  loves  school  and  learning  so  much,  which  is  why  she  wants  to  be  a  scholar

☾ . *    𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚    !

ophelia  is  extremely  reserved.  growing  up,  she  did  not  put  effort  into  making  friends  because  she  was  so  busy  with  school  and  piano,  so  it’s  hard  for  her  to  be  sociable  now

she  comes  off  quite  cold  and  distant  (  as  many  winter  witches  do  ),  but  once  you  get  to  know  her  you  see  her  softer  side  and  she  is  actually  very  friendly,  but  maybe  a  little  socially  awkward  because  she  never  had  many  friends

she  is  a  huge  perfectionist.  she  has  high  standards  for  just  about  everything  in  her  life.  bouncing  off  this,  she  can  be  very  picky.  she  also  wants  everything  to  be  done  in  a  particular  way

she  is  extremelyyy  hardworking  and  driven.  she  would  be  the  best  and  worst  person  to  work  with  for  a  group  project.  she’d  be  the  best  because  she’d  put  so  much  work  into  making  it  perfect,  but  the  worst  because  she  would  be  very  controlling  and  end  up  doing  everything  herself

ophelia  does  not  pay  much  attention  to  romantic  matters.  she  has  never  been  in  a  relationship  and  feels  like  they’re  a  distraction  /  a  waste  of  time.  she  secretly  loves  the  attention  of  someone  liking  her  or  being  obsessed  with  her,  but  she  never  really  returns  the  sentiment

she  is  a  little  spoiled.  growing  up  in  a  wealthier  family,  she’s  used  to  the  finer  things  in  life  and  can  be  quite  the  snob  sometimes.  she  tries  to  control  it,  but  sometimes  she  cannot  help  what  she  is

tbh  she  is  kinda  lonely.  even  though  she  pretends  to  be  okay  with  not  having  many  friends  and  brushes  it  off  by  saying  friends  are  distracting,  she  craves  friendship  on  the  inside.  she  spends  most  of  her  time  alone  and  this  is  why  she’s  extremely  clingy  to  her  sister 

☾ . *    𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅  𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔    !

confidant  -  someone  who  confides  in  her  or  someone  she  confides  in,  or  they  confide  in  each  other.  they  don’t  necessarily  have  to  be  the  closest  friends  ever  since  ophelia  is  a  more  distant  person,  but  they  get  along,  trust  each  other,  and  maybe  they  talk  more  in  private

rivals  -  they  don’t  like  each  other  for  whatever  reason,  which  we  can  plot.  maybe  it’s  envy,  or  their  personalities  clash,  but  for  whatever  reason  they  do  not  get  along.  someone  who  brings  out  ophelia’s  competitive  and  more  nasty  side

frenemies  -  they’re  friends,  but  maybe  they’re  always  trying  to  one  up  each  other.  there’s  a  competitive  element  to  their  friendship,  and  they  might  gossip  behind  each  other’s  backs

bad  influence  -  someone  who  is  a  bad  influence  on  her.  pleaaase  i  need  this  for  her.  ophelia  is  literally  all  work  and  no  play,  i  need  someone  who  will  take  her  out  of  her  comfort  zone,  take  her  to  parties,  expose  her  to  college  life

good  influence  -  someone  she  can  be  a  good  influence  on.  maybe  she  gets  your  muse  to  focus  on  their  studies  more  or  just  keeps  them  out  of  trouble  in  general

unlikely  friends  -  they  are  from  different  houses  maybe  and  have  extremely  different  personalities,  but  for  some  reason  they  get  along.  they  can  expose  each  other  to  new  things

best  friends  -  someone  close  in  age  that  ophelia  has  come  to  consider  her  best  friend.  she  doesn’t  have  many  friends,  so  this  is  a  huge  deal  and  she  must  feel  extremely  comfortable  around  them

mentor  -  an  older  winter  witch  she  looks  up  to  as  a  mentor.  someone  who  can  take  her  under  their  wing  and  help  her  navigate  uni

study  buddies  -  can  be  from  the  same  or  different  houses,  but  they  always  study  together.  mutually  beneficial  relationship  where  they  help  each  other  study  and  motivate  each  other  to  do  their  best

coworker  -  ophelia  works  as  a  library  helper,  so  if  your  muse  works  in  the  library  too,  this  is  how  they  could  have  become  acquainted.  they  can  like  each  other,  dislike  each  other,  or  maybe  feel  neutral  towards  one  another

meet  me  in  the  library  -  someone  who  comes  to  the  library  a  lot  and  maybe  keeps  her  company  while  she’s  working.  maybe  they  keep  coming  so  often  partially  to  see  ophelia,  and  they’re  someone  ophelia  looks  forward  to  seeing.  we  can  plot  it  however

school  girl  crush  -  someone  ophelia  has  a  crush  on,  but  there’s  not  really  much  of  a  chance  of  it  actually  going  anywhere.  she  has  a  surface  level  infatuation  with  them,  maybe  they’re  a  little  older  or  unattainable  in  some  other  way

unrequited  crush  -  someone  ophelia  has  a  crush  on,  or  maybe  they  have  a  crush  on  her.  ophelia  does  not  get  crushes  often,  but  your  muse  managed  to  bewitch  the  ice  princess.  or  maybe  your  muse  has  a  crush  on  her,  and  she  is  not  aware  or  is  thinks  it’s  a  distraction  so  she  tries  not  to  pay  it  any  attention

requited  crush  -  they  have  crushes  on  each  other,  but  maybe  they’re  too  afraid  to  do  anything  about  it.  we  can  plot  however,  but  something  cute  and  soft

u  have  now  reached  the  end  of  my  intro,  ty  for  tuning  in  <3  i  would  absolutely  luv  to  get  plotting,  so  like  this  post  and  i’ll  come  to  u,  or  u  can  message  me   !!!  also,  i’m  going  to  plug  my  discord  again  bc  i  do  prefer  it,  but  im’s  are  fine  too   !!   it’s   i miss fromis9 </3#5522

#aa:intro #♡ . * 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒏𝒂 ╱ ooc. #this took me so long for nothing akjsdkshd #im a disaster !!!! #but anyway pls plot w me

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         ☾ . *     𝒕𝒂𝒈  𝒅𝒓𝒐𝒑    !!! 

#☾ . * 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏 ╱ isms. #☾ . * 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏 ╱ visage. #☾ . * 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏 ╱ texts. #☾ . * 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏 ╱ attire. #☾ . * 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏 ╱ memes. #☾ . * 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏 ╱ mix. #☾ . * 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏 ╱ interactions. #☾ . * 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏 ╱ aesthetic. #☾ . * 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏 ╱ edits. #this is 4 my second chara ophelia !!! but i'll write her intro tmmrw

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♡ . *  𝒚𝒖𝒏𝒂.

   ‘ of course, dummy. ’ yuna found herself immensely grateful for the dimness of the room as she felt her face burn from the other’s touch. not that amora would be all too perceptive in her current state, she couldn’t bear the thought of appearing just so vulnerable. yet, she always was around the other girl. heart on her sleeve, though amora never seemed to catch on to the special treatment she reserved just for her. it was better that way, she supposed. 

   ‘ you’re probably more alcohol than witch right now. maybe i should conjure some snow in your mouth? kidding. ’ she teased, pinching amora’s cheek as she attempted to lead the other girl to the exit. ‘ we’ll get you properly hydrated then it’s straight to bed. ’ it’s not her first rodeo. she knew rest was essential. any unnecessary conversation would get yuna too worked up, too hopeful. just as amora’s current behavior was making it very hard for her to think clearly as if she were intoxicated herself. 

   she shakes the other off of her, readjusting to link arms instead as they pushed into the chaos of the party. again, she found herself blushing, only now she couldn’t find a way to respond without sounding like a blubbering idiot. ‘ keep it together, ’ she was unsure whether this was directed more to herself or amora. ‘ we’ll be out of here soon, okay? ’

            for  some  inexplicable  reason,  amora  always  felt  drawn  to  yuna.   the  spring  witch  did  not  get  attached  to  people  all  too  easily,  but  she  knew  yuna  was  different  from  the  beginning.   the  intensity  of  their  connection,  though  unspoken  of,  lingers  in  the  air  when  they’re  together.   you  could  feel  it  from  a  mile  away,  at  least  amora  thought  so.   she  tightens  her  grip,  and  another  giggle  slips  through  parted  lips. 

            “  you’re  funny.   what  i’d  really  love  is  some  ice.   you  ever  munch  on  ice  before  ?   it’s  one  of  the  simple  things  that  just  makes  life  totally  worth  it,  ”   the  pink  haired  witch  spiels,  ready  to  deliver  the  speech  of  a  lifetime.  luckily,  she  gets  distracted  before  she  can  continue.   “  do  i  have  to  go  straight  to  bed  ?   we  should  watch  a  movie,  or  play  a  game,  or  make  a  pillow  fort,  or  do  anything  else,  ”   amora  practically  begs,  gazing  up  to  meet  yuna’s  eyes.

               at  her  reassuring  words,  amora  offers  a  faithful  nod,  “  i  trust  you  completely.  ”   her  mind  is  still  fuzzy  as  ever,  and  she  wants  nothing  more  than  to  be  alone  with  the  winter  witch.   for  the  two  of  them  to  be  together,  no  distractions,  though  her  intoxicated  state  is  the  biggest  distraction  of  all.   now  standing  upright,  arms  linked,  amora  slides  her  hand  down  and  laces  her  fingers  through  yuna’s.  just  as  amora  begins  to  feel  like  the  party  would  go  on  for  eternity,  the  exit  finally  comes  into  view.  she  can  taste  freedom  on  her  tongue.   “   over  there,  ”   she  yawns,  pointing  to  the  door.   amora  rests  her  head  on  yuna’s  shoulder  as  the  fatigue  finally  starts  to  kick  in.

#♡ . * 𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆 ╱ interactions. #♡ . * 𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆 ╱ with yuna.

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♡ . *  𝒆𝒛𝒓𝒂.

it isn’t until the second knock when ezra finally jolts awake, his neck sore from sleeping at the study table. he had been reading up on a new (exciting) development for a fungus that he hadn’t even realized he had fallen asleep. “it’s late, isn’t it?” he looked at his familiar who was lying adorably at one corner of his bed, his ears laid flat. ezra suppressed the urge to coo at the brown hare (he wouldn’t be pleased, he could tell) and instead made his way towards the door, almost tripping over a bunch of clothes and books littered across the floor. “fuck, i really need to clean up my room. —yes, orion, i will make sure to actually do it this time around.” he glared at his familiar when there was another knock, startling the both of them. the voice that followed after made ezra grinned, who could recognize it anywhere in a heartbeat. “when do you ever take no for an answer, ami?” he replied as soon he opened the door, taking in the sight of the fellow fourth year at his doorway. it’s not unusual to find her there, or for him to end up at hers either, their random escapades going back as far as first year. it’s how they became close until feelings were involved, but that’s something ezra liked to push to the back of his mind, choosing to focus on the now than what happened in the past. looping his arm through amora’s, a surge of excitement ran through him as he smiled down at her. he was never one to say no to a little adventure. “did you have a specific place in mind?”

                   the  sound  of  the  door  knob  rattling  just  before  the  door  opens  is  like  music  to  her  ears.   a  grin  graces  her  lips  as  she  stares  at  him  intently.   “   i’m  just  very  persuasive.   who  could  say  no  to  me  ?   ”   she  bats  her  eyes  at  him,  before  sliding  past  him  to  enter.   once  inside,  she  surveys  his  room  briefly,  eyes  eventually  settling  on  his  familiar.   she  winks  a  hello.  amora  feels  him  link  their  arms,  and  she  turns  to  face  him.   “   you  ought  to  do  some  spring  cleaning.   i  can  help,  you  know.   but  anyway,  that’s  tomorrow’s  problem.   tonight  we’re  going  to  clubbing  !   it’s  70′s  night,  how  perfect  is  that  ?   ”    she  can  hardly  contain  her  excitement.   amora  steps  away  from  him  and  removes  her  coat,  revealing  a  70′s  themed  outfit,  then  hangs  it  over  the  back  of  a  chair.   “   you  need  to  change,  though,  or  we’ll  look  totally  out  of  place.   oh,  and,  i  brought  some  eyeliner  and  glitter,  if  you’re  down  for  some  makeup  !   ”   she  gleams  at  him,  then  shuffles  towards  his  closet  to  find  an  outfit  she  deems  acceptable.   she  rummages  through  his  clothing  before  settling  on  pants  and  a  button  down  shirt.   “   leave  the  top  three  buttons  unbuttoned,  ”   she  instructs,  tossing  him  the  clothes.   leaving  him  to  change,  she  escorts  herself  to  his  bathroom  to  examine  herself  once  more.   the  spring  witch  was  practically  drenched  in  glitter.   she  was  clad  in  a  pink  sequined  halter  neck  dress  (  which  she  had  found  at  a  thrift  store  sometime  around  last  halloween  ),  paired  with  white  go-go  boots  ending  just  under  the  knee.   her  eye  makeup  was  a  colorful  mess  of  glitter  and  eyeshadow,  and  she  wondered  how  long  it  would  take  to  wash  the  sequins  out  of  her  hair.   “  ready  ?   ”   she  calls  through  the  door  that  separates  them.

#♡ . * 𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆 ╱ interactions. #♡ . * 𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆 ╱ with ezra. #not her dragging him to 70s night.............. #AKSJDHSKDH #im SICKKK of her

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♡ . *  𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒉𝒂.

          closed starter × @rosehvney​

    the taste of springtime hangs heavy from her tongue, seasoned with bright sunshine and thick undergrowth wending across the expanse of the garden. cuttings of dogwood trees and dandelion seeds float on the back of a warm breeze. springtide has brought scintillating foliage, teeming with bright-colored fruits and vegetables. the garnering is more than generous and all of it is somehow set for instant consumption within a second’s notice. it’s a striking picture of vividness and creation, but something contrasts the picturesque scene and stands out like a hobgoblin to the faerie. 

    but when has the AUTUMN PREFECT ever looked anything besides out of place ? especially next to someone who encompasses everything one might associate with HEBE while she looks more like the nursemaid to CERBERUS.

    diantha shifts from where she had been settled in the earth. she’s cloaked in all black while her hands busy themselves with the most sinister-looking item one could have while sitting in a garden — a rather large forked bone. but the ominous scene is not what one would figure if their ears perked up on the conversation. there is no menacing foreshadowing to behold, but instead just a simple conversation between friends.

    “ it’s called a wishbone. humans use it in a popular custom … it’s said that if the bone is broken by two humans, the holder of the longer portion will be entitled to make a wish … ” she offers up the explanation as she holds the bone out towards amora, wordlessly indicating she should hold onto the other side for them to partake in this mortal ritual of sorts. “ perhaps if you can make a wish it’ll be easier for you to … what is it you wanted to do again ? find me an acceptable suitor ? ”

                springtime  embraces  her  like  a  friend  she  has  not  seen  in  ages,  and  she  clings  to  the  gentle  breeze  like  a  sweet  memory.   with  the  coming  of  spring,  she  feels  revived,  drunk  off  the  very  elixir  of  life.   a  renewed  sense  of  strength  floods  her  veins,  and  she  cannot  help  but  feel  invincible.   with  both  hands  pressed  against  the  dirt,  she  breathes  in  the  air,  scents  of  flora  greeting  her  kindly.   

                they  were  an  odd  pair  to  look  at,  but  like  yin  and  yang,  the  witches  complemented  each  other  perfectly.   amora  examines  her  friend  carefully,  wondering  what  interesting  artifact  she  has  for  her  today.   the  gifts  always  fascinate  her,  and  she  cannot  help  but  feel  the  same  excitement  a  child  feels  receiving  a  new  toy.   she  peeks  over  diantha’s  lap,  a  meager  attempt  at  capturing  a  better  look,  but  to  no  avail,  she  masks  her  excitement  with  good  posture  and  folds  her  hands  onto  her  lap.

                finally,  the  autumn  witch  reveals  the  item,  and  amora’s  face  lights  up  with  intrigue.   rosy  lips  curl  into  a  smile,  dark  eyes  enchanted  by  its  meaning.    “   oh  my  gosh,  i  love  it.   humans  are  so  fascinating   sometimes,   ”   she  remarks,  taking  a  hold  of  the  other  side.   “   yes,  it  is  my  mission  to  find  you  your  perfect  match.   and  trust  me,  there  are  plenty  of  people  who  are  interested  in  you.  it’s  just  a  matter  of  finding  the  right  one.   i  won’t  settle  for  anything  besides  the  best  of  the  best  !   but,  i’ll  still  use  my  wish  for  this  ...  just  in  case  my  talents  fail  me.   one  can  never  be  too  sure,   ”   she  jokes.

                amora  grips  her  end  of  the  bone  tightly,  stumbling  backwards  as  she  yanks  it  apart.   pink  tresses  fall  out  of  place,  compromising  her  vision.   “   so,  who  gets  the  wish  ?   ”   she  questions,  defeated,  through  a  veil  of  hair.   after  hastily  shaking  the  locks  out  of  her  eyes,  she  studies  her  end  of  the  bone  carefully.

#♡ . * 𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆 ╱ interactions. #♡ . * 𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆 ╱ with diantha.

[rosehvney]

♡ . *  𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅  𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓   ╱   @ezrapng​

                   she  feels  electric  tonight,  as  if  everything  she’s  ever  wanted  is  at  her  fingertips.   it  is  easy  for  her  to  become  uninspired,  and  she  knows  this.   it’s  why  she  must  seize  her  euphoria  while  it  lasts.  luckily,  she  knows  just  how  to  do  it,  and  who  she  needs  to  accompany  her.   if  she  really  thought  hard  about  it,  maybe  it  was  strange  being  such  close  friends  with  someone  she  was  once  so  intimate  with.   her  first  love.   you  never  forget  your  first  love.   but  over  time,  it  got  easier  to  be  friends  again.   they  were  always  so  good  together  before  the  romance,  anyway,  and  she  has  come  to  realize  that  genuine  connections  don’t  come  into  your  life  that  often.   when  you  find  one,  you  have  to  do  everything  in  your  power  to  keep  it  in  your  life.   and  so,  she  finds  herself  walking  the  familiar  path  to  ezra’s  apartment.   the  quiet  night  is  full  of  possibility.   she  has  a  bounce  to  her  step,  and  her  eyes  face  forward  with  determination,  until  finally,  she  finds  herself  at  his  doorstep,  ready  to  explode.  but  she  doesn’t,  instead  she  knocks  twice.   the  late  hour  has  never  stopped  her  from  bothering  him  in  the  past,  and  tonight  is  no  different.   for  a  moment,  she  wonders  if  maybe  he’s  asleep,  but  she  shrugs  the  thought  away  quickly.   she  needs  him  with  her.   amora  knocks  again,  this  time  harder.   “   i  know  it’s  late,  but  i’m  feeling  so  inspired  and  alive.  so  what  i  mean  is  that  we  need  to  go  to  the  human  world  right  this  instant.   and  i  absolutely  will  not  take  no  for  an  answer   !   ”   she  speaks  into  the  door.

#♡ . * 𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆 ╱ interactions. #♡ . * 𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆 ╱ with ezra.

[rosehvney]

♡ . *  𝒄𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒂.

          light steps make their way quickly across the street, shoes against the pavement making the sound of a girl on a mission. or maybe it’s not exactly a mission as you would normally call it, but she had to quickly answer her professors questions at the end of class, evade the senior who was trying to ask her about when the roses would be ready for his date next week, and get to the cafe on time, so she thinks that should qualify. she was already within sight of the familiar cafe when she gets the text, so she doesn’t answer it in the interest of getting there quicker, practically bursting through the doors as she spots a familiar pretty face, raising one hand up in a quick wave before walking over. “amora!”

         “sorry i’m late! you know that one senior who’s been trying to ask out tina thomas forever? well apparently he’s suddenly doing it now and he wanted some roses to help.” she loops her arm around her friend’s, so genuinely excited to see her that she naturally launches into her story. but she’s sure amora wouldn’t mind — if she couldn’t tell her, then who else could she tell? “well i mean personally,” a pause, then she leans in to whisper to her friend. “personally i think he’s a little too good for tina if he’s going through all this trouble, but the heart wants what it wants, right?” celia shakes her head, an easy smile on her lips. “and right now my heart wants a chocolate croissant and some coffee. did you order yet?”

                 amora’s  face  lights  up  upon  her  friends  arrival.   it  feels  as  though  she  hasn’t  seen  the  girl  in  ages,  despite  how  frequently  they  hang  out.   but  so  much  happens  in  the  time  they  spend  apart,  and  there  is  always  so  much  catching  up  to  do.   with  celia  by  her  side,  her  smile  widens.   “   you’re  actually  not  even  late,  my  class  just  let  out  early  today.   which,  like,  i  couldn’t  be  happier  about.   i  thought  i  was  gonna  die  if  i  had  to  spend  another  minute  in  that  classroom,   ”   she  explains.   celia’s  next  words  surprise  her  so  much,  she  lets  out  a  gasp.   “   what   ?   are  you  serious   ?   ”   she  lets  out  a  frustrated  sigh.   “   i’ve  been  trying  to  set  him  up  with  this  cute  summer  witch  all  semester  long.   how  could  he  betray  my  efforts  like  that   ?   ”   her  voice  lowers  into  a  whisper,   “   and  for  tina  thomas  of  all  people   ?   there’s  no  saving  him  now.   ”

                “   i  honestly  can’t  believe  what  i’m  hearing.   well,  i  can,  because  you’re  the  most  trustworthy  source  ever,  but  you  know  what  i  mean.   i  just  don’t  think  those  two  are  a  good  match,   ”   she  shakes  her  head  with  visible  disappointment.   “   please,  i’d  never  order  without  you   !   we  are  next,  though,   ”   she  nudges  celia  forward.   “   you  should  go  first.   i  still  haven’t  quite  decided  what  i  want.   i’m  thinking  passionfruit  tea  andddd  ...  maybe  a  blueberry  muffin   ?   or  should  i  get  a  banana  nut  muffin   ?   ”   she  asks,  partially  hoping  celia  will  make  the  impossible  decision  for  her.   “   hey,  that  barista  is  really  cute,  right   ?   they  keep  looking  at  you,   ”   amora  whispers,  always  trying  to  play  matchmaker.

#♡ . * 𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆 ╱ interactions. #♡ . * 𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆 ╱ with celia. #sorry this took me so long ASJDKHSDJHK #also amora is the most annoying friend

[rosehvney]

Goddess ✨

#♡ . * 𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆 ╱ visage. #omg hellooo i promise i'll be on later and reply to my im's and threads and write starters <3 #in the meantime here is some sana for everyone 2 enjoy :')

[rosehvney]

♡ . *  𝒋𝒖𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒕.

          SNEAKING  OUT  OF  HER  DORM  and  tiptoeing  through  the  autumn  house  is  not  an  uncommon  feat  for  our  little  juliet.  just  the  other  night  she  was  hiding  out  in  the  cemetery  past  curfew,  none  of  this  is  new.  but  sometimes  the  autumn  witch  likes  to  place  more  importance  on  getting  some  sleep  rather  than  meeting  up  with  a  friend  or  getting  into  more  shenanigans  in  the  middle  of  the  night.  tonight,  fortunately  or  not,  will  not  be  one  of  them.  she  slips  out  of  the  huge  entrance  doors  and  sits  at  the  bottom  of  the  steps,  waiting  for  her  friend.

❛  i  was  actually  gonna  ignore  your  text,  you  know,  ❜  she  says  upon  the  spring  witch’s  arrival,  waving  her  phone  in  the  air  for  extra  emphasis.  jules’  tone  holds  no  malice  —  more  grogginess,  if  anything.  ❛  but  i  didn’t  wanna  get  fomo  so  i  came  out  for  you.  ❜  she  stands  up  and  brushes  herself  off.  ❛  what’s  the  move,  ami  ?  got  something  cooking  in  that  big  brain  of  yours  ?  ❜  @rosehvney​

                  amora  is  accustomed  to  staying  up  late.   although  she  claims  to  be  a  morning  person,  the  witch  seems  to  be  awake  and  thriving  at  all  hours.   juliet  is  someone  who  often  keeps  her  company  during  these  late  hours,  but  only  after  some  nagging  from  amora's  behalf.   she  has  mastered  the  art  of  sneaking  out  of  the  dorms,  although  it  has  become  so  easy,  she’s  starting  to  think  spring  witches  are  just  less  strict.   whatever  the  reason,  it  works  in  her  advantage  and  she  would  be  silly  to  complain.  amora  makes  her  way  to  the  autumn  dorms  swiftly,  like  an  agile  deer  on  a  mission. 

                     she  reaches  her  destination,  a  grin  gracing  her  lips  at  the  sight  of  juliet.   “   please,  if  you  ignored  me  i  would’ve  just  blown  up  your  phone  ‘til  you  agreed  to  meet  me,   ”   she rolls  her  eyes  playfully.   amora  holds  out  her  hand  in  front  of  her.   “   ah,  my  dear,  take  my  hand,  and  i  shall  lead  you,   ”   she  says  in  the  most  wise  tone  she  can  muster,  then  bursts  into  quiet  laughter.   “   truth  be  told,  i  don’t  know  yet.   but  tonight’s  a  big  night,  i  can  feel  it  in  my  gut.   and  the  vibes  never  lie.   i’m  thinking  we  head  to  campus,  there’s  a specific  classroom  calling  my  name,   ”   her  eyes  flicker  with  mischief.

#♡ . * 𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆 ╱ interactions. #♡ . * 𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆 ╱ with juliet. #i hav no idea where this is going AKDHSJKHS #i shall make it up as we go along

[rosehvney]

♡ . *  𝒚𝒖𝒏𝒂.

      it was unlike the witch to let her mind wander. recently she’d found herself developing the annoying habit - catching her eyes glaze over as they fixated on her own unmoving hands, or finding herself staring… wistfully out a window. it was unbecoming of yuna and she refused to acknowledge the true cause of her behavior. that is until that cause became unavoidable. 

     given the time of night, there were very few possibilities for who could be ringing her. she considered them all, almost hoping it was anyone but… amora. it’d be a lie to say the messages didn’t thrill her just a bit, that it did not please her that out of all people amora chose her to rely on. she relished in the feeling despite the cruelty of the situation. unintentional cruelty, she should add, it wasn’t as if amora had any idea of the effect she had on yuna. 

be there soon!! she instantly deleted the response. hang tight, okay?  too concerned. coming.  

    and despite the other’s location sending a chill down her spine, she arrived. amora. she thought very hard, envisioning the witch’s face. incantation-less magic had never been a strength of hers, much less something requiring so much emotional energy, yet yuna could always track amora’s aura in a crowd. 

   ‘ there you are. ’ it was a relief to find her alone, she’d had her fill of people for at least a week after wading through the drunken masses outside. ‘ you know, i don’t think i’ve ever rushed to summer house like this in my life. i must’ve made record time coming from my dorms. ’ she mused, mostly to herself as she leveled with her friend on the floor. it was a concerning sight but not an unfamiliar one. ‘ do you need water? do you want to leave? you can sleepover at mine. ’

                   with  her  back  slumped  against  the  wall,  her  eyes  flicker  as  she  focuses  on  each  passing  footstep.   she  decides  to  play  a  game  as  she  waits:  coming  up  with  elaborate  assumptions  about  a  person’s  life  based  solely  on  the  shoes  they’re  wearing.   it  was  something  to  help  her  stay  conscious.   her  position  on  the  floor  was  perfect  for  the  exercise.   first,  she  notices  a  girl  in  a  pair  of  mary  jane’s  with  lace  socks  underneath.   she’s  more  on  the  reserved  side,  likes  to  draw  in  her  free  time.   prefers  coffee  to  tea,  wavy  hair  over  straight,  and  soft  cover  books  to  hard  cover,  she  thinks  to  herself.   amora  is  pleased  with  her  assumptions.  even  in  her  inebriated  state,  her  guesses  are  plausible.   however,  after  just  one  round  of  this  brilliant  game  she  created,  amora  decides  she’s  bored.

                     she  wants  to  go  somewhere  else.   the  party  no  longer  seems  interesting,  neither  do  any  of  its  attendees.   however,  her  eyes  light  up  when  she  remembers  yuna  is  on  the  way.   she  hates  to  play  the  part  of  a  damsel  in  distress,  yet  loves  that  yuna  is  always  the  one  coming  to  her  rescue.   the  winter  witch  had  an  inexplicably  irresistible  quality  about  her,  and  amora  couldn’t  seem  to  get  enough.   ‘   there  you  are   ’   the  words  echo  in  her  head,  and  she  begins  to  wonder  if  she’s  dreaming.   she  looks  up  to  meet  her  eyes,  a  wide  smile  glossing  over  her  lips.   “   you  came   !   ”   she  nearly  squeals.   “   i’d  love  some  water,   ”   she  gasps  at  the  realization,   “   and  i’m  dying  to  get  out  of  here.   this  party  is  so  boring.   your  place  sounds  much  more  fun.   ”   she  pushes  herself  off  the  ground,  clinging  onto  yuna  for  balance.   “   you  smell  amazing,   ”   she  states,  leaning  in  closer  to  catch  another  whiff.

#♡ . * 𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆 ╱ interactions. #♡ . * 𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆 ╱ with yuna. #amora flirting: omg u like smell sooo good haha