۠𝓥alentine

⠀⠀ ⠀ Do not mistake a gentle hand for a harmless one.

⠀

[ᅟ𝗈𝖻𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 . @corruinatum]

ㅤ
𝓛ove's gonna get you killed.
ㅤ

[۠𝓥alentine @divine_remains]

⠀⠀
The owl perches itself near , he senses an intrusion in the witch’s essence and a mischievous little inkling tugs at his better judgment —— he was still just a playful nymph at heart . What ever could be wrong ?
⠀⠀

[【 ☙ 𝐇𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐞𝐭𝐡 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧 — @jinxedfatality]

⠀⠀
the witch has spent the better part of an
hour attempting to undo a spell that makes
him incapable of telling a lie —— visitors
are strongly discouraged .
⠀⠀

[۠𝓥alentine @divine_remains]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝐂𝐇 𝟏. 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍

⠀⠀ ⠀ ❝𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘏𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯.❞ ——+

[۠𝓥alentine @divine_remains]

⠀⠀⠀⠀Moonlight guide us .

⠀⠀ ⠀

[ᅟ𝗈𝖻𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 . @corruinatum]

⠀
𝓟lease please please . . . choose me. Choose me over the silence. Over the distance. Over every reason you have to leave. Please . . . just choose me.
⠀

[۠𝓥alentine @divine_remains]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀The owls are watching.

⠀⠀ ⠀

[۠𝓥alentine @divine_remains]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀ —— from the sky , the thud of the hunt hits the ground , a small mouse . A gift .

⠀⠀ ⠀

[۟ @sidereumnoxe]

⠀i did not like to be touched, but it was a strange dislike. i did not like to be touched because i craved it too much. i wanted to be held very tight so i would not break.

[ִֶָ @reliquiescare]

you are not for the living. you are not for humankind.

[Earth @earthcurated]

caught between the clouds.

[𝑷𝒍𝒖𝒗𝒊𝒂 @natureegloomy]

Moon 🌙

[8 @leiuuu8]

FULL MOON

[۠𝓥alentine @divine_remains]

https://t.co/mKQu0L3zfU

[۠𝓥alentine @divine_remains]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝐂𝐇 𝟏. 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍

⠀⠀ ⠀ ❝𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘏𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯.❞ ——+

[۠𝓥alentine @divine_remains]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𓊈 𝓒hapters 𓊉

⠀⠀ ⠀

[۠𝓥alentine @divine_remains]

But she was wrong.

[۠𝓥alentine @divine_remains]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝐂𝐇 𝟏. 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍

⠀⠀ ⠀ ❝𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘏𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯.❞ ——+

[۠𝓥alentine @divine_remains]

The flame in his fingers pours from his hands like water, dissipating before it touches the cold, grey, dirt.

“You are, my little sprite, Mother Hecate knows it, the Moon knows it. You are a Lampad, it is your destiny.” She would say.