@IndianMetamorph Long, white hair followed the woman’s every move. She had been inspecting a certain plant growing from the side of a building. The voice caught her attention.
“Not at all, sweetheart. Do I seem lost..?”
⠀ ⠀⠀❝ And, after all, what is a lie?
⠀⠀Tis but the truth in a masquerade. ❞
⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀HERO
⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀── ✯ ──
⠀⠀ ⅰ:#ocrp ╱ #ᴍᴠʀᴘ ╱ ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟᴇᴅ
⠀⠀ ⅱ:ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇs.
⠀⠀⠀⠀iii:ɴsғᴡ
⠀⠀ ── ❤︎ & ↻ ──
@UnwantedByDeath “I have better things to do than rob a man with glass in his head, sweetheart.”
Minerva assured him, finally walking up to her home. A sign in dark letters read ‘Medieval Magick’ but the inside was filled to the brim with books, plants, herbs, tiny jars of potions and so much —
@UnwantedByDeath Minerva kept an arm around his torso as they walked towards her shop/home.
“I need to hear a specific question to give a specific answer. Also, hon, aspirin is bad for you. I have something better.”
She was quiet for a moment, thinking of how to answer his question.
“You seem —