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𝐔𝐍𝐔𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋  𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄  𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒.

Spice:  Salt. Salt on a honey crisp apple. Cinnamon laced with vanilla. Peppermint on a frozen tongue. 

Weather: Fresh rain on asphalt on the eve of a winking moon, hazed clouds dusted and glittering like a widow’s new diamond necklace. The chill and biting cold of oncoming winter’s embrace, zephyrs that roll through alleyways, that curve with sleight of hands and bruised knuckles; bare branches that shake and tremble from the howls of a modern wolf, for what is winter if not the herald of death and new beginnings.   

Primary Color:  Black 

Color of the Sky:  Twilight (as if you could out edge me, bella) 

Magical Power:  I know I have like, a list or a post somewhere but what I remember; uhhhh. Prior state, this state, before her anime Soul in Purgatory+Hell+Heaven Arc---Eyes that can pierce The Veil of the Otherworld, sight that sees beyond Fae Glamour and the like. Massive strength and stamina. Social charm (pending LOL, esp on who you ask/talk to. Like the Unseelie and Goblins. Faeries.)  

 Shoe: Scuffed black combat boots from the 80′s. Designer brand boots with shiny bat buckles, call those her curb stompers. Spiked black heels for ‘me day’.  

Houseplant: Moth Orchid, least she think it is. Soft singing can be heard when she finally closes her eyes for two hours.   

Blade Weapon: Victorian letter opener. Yeah.   

School Subject: Art 

 Social Media: Insta

Makeup Product: A mixture of mortal and otherworldly items. Is the antique-looking bottle with blue liquid a water nymph’s blessed tears that instantly hydrates skin or is it a $86 skin serum from Sephora? You be the judge. Also, yes, lime crime’s black liquid lipstick by the tons. And their Venus Immortalis eyeshadow palette. 

Candy: Anything sour or spicy.

Tangible Fear: Him. 

Ice Cube Shape: Balls. Ballin’. 

 Method of Long-distance Travel: Shaking the faery in the jar until it gets concussed and finally takes you to your location. Fae uber.  

Historical Period: Seen but unseen, the shadows slipping through cracks and curves. Curves that have angles and teeth, infinite lines.  

Art Style: Mucha 

Mythological Creature: All. 

Piece of Stationary:  Those cute pens that come with a waterglobe charm with glitter and colors. 

Three Emoji Combination:  👊 😊 🖤

Celestial Body:  Moon

tags: @glaswen  tagging: uhh who is still here fslkdfsklj

{ ☩ }—; Ice blue eyes dart to the right and then left, lips pressed into a thin line that deepened as she shrugged loudly.

❝ Defeintely not the one I'm currently wearing. No. Nope. Not at all. ❞

{ ☩ }—; ❝ Ah, the question that is on every priest's lips with a couple of hail Mary's tossed after. ❞ She takes a sip of her coffee, which, thanks to your query, is now slightly fucking cold. Bitterness leads to bitterness. Nails dipped in midnight ink tap against the 'where my witches at?' mug, brows furrowing as she parted lips as if to speak, thought better against it, took another inhale and slooowly canted her head at him.

❝ Would be anyone but you, but ch'yeah. I would. ❞ Another sip. Fucking shit. ❝ You owe me another coffee. ❞

[ almost 5am and I can't sleep, should stop lurking here and actually /write/ again. I miss Sable babe with a opalescent soul and ichor-stained foul mouth. ]

Peeks on here.