⠀⠀ we are forged in salt, iron, brimstone. surrender while you can, for we are your salvation and your demise. ⠀⠀⠀ — 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔗𝔢𝔪𝔭𝔰 𝔣𝔞𝔪𝔦𝔩𝔶. ⠀

ㅤ ⠀⠀⠀𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀means ⠀⠀𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒. ⠀⠀⠀❛ and they ⠀𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 ⠀——— ⠀⠀⠀oh ⠀𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇⠀﹐ give us ⠀⠀⠀𝓟LEASURE ⠀&&. ⠀𝓟AIN. ❜ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ▸ 𝐌𝐀𝐅𝐈𝐀. ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀▸ ▸the look-a-like. ⠀ㅤ ㅤ

A clearly well-loved deck of tarot cards are skillfully shuffled between his fingers. “Would anyone care for a reading? On the house.”

He’s been collecting herbs all afternoon. The flowers were especially talkative.

Someone’s coming later for a little help with aiding anxiety and he seems to have run out of black candles. Huffs.

Scoffs. Of course he can, he built a tolerance to such elementary spells long ago. “That’s a pretty dangerous game to be playing. Any particular reason?”

❛ let us live like flowers. wild, and beautiful — and drenched in sun. ❜ ❁

Much less destructively, for sure.

Patiently waiting for spring to bring full blooms.

Is there a nice view from that high horse?

Mm, well, what’s the point of trying to prove him wrong? If the vampire is only interested in violence and gore, then the witch knows he has nothing quite on the level to offer up.

How does he feel about magic?

Beltane is coming sooner than he realized. It’s time to start preparing.

The energy around here has gotten a bit heavier. It’s upsetting his plants.

Please do not.

No, no. It mustn’t.