Black. Always all black.

Happy birthday to the only friend I’ve made since moving to Gotham. May it be magical.

Have you ever such power? Held it in your hands? Let it run through your fingers? Embrace it. Love it. Cherish it.

//❤️❤️❤️

Have you ever listened to the white noise? Not the static sound it makes, but what lies beyond it? Hidden. A message. A...warning. A dark force is upon us. We must prepare ourselves.

It’s not drastic when you’ve heard the things they’ve whispered in my ear. Luring. Culling me. It’ll be disastrous.

Maybe you’re just blind to the complexities of the supernatural that exists in this world. Crazy? No. Gifted? Yes. You’d be surprised by the things I can do.

A small smirk creeps onto the corner of her lips. “Magic isn’t a toy to be played with. It’s used only in the most crucial of circumstances. The power I yield is dangerous, even deadly. There so much in this world that exists to you.../non/ believers.”

Do not deny that magic exists. You will only find out that you’re ignorant.

Can we be cured of this curse? The evil that resides within us...all of us? I’ve made my mistakes in the past, and by God, I am willing to make amends.

The moon. The light it shines, though shrouded by darkness. All around it. Yet, there it stays. Shining through the vast blackness. I’ll use it’s energy to awaken my light.

Non magical folks can be soooo...naive.

Coffee and cigarettes. It’s how a girl starts every morning. The bustling city. The business. The smells. It’s what I enjoy most about this place. That’s reminiscent of my home.

{★·.·´¯`·.·★ ⊕pεη Rp ★·.·´¯`·.·★} She could feel it. Feel the presence getting stronger. Every moon that passed in the night sky surged an increase its power, whatever it may be. She spent the nights searching for it. She had to end it before it became too powerful.

I’m alone in this world.

“This weather is delightful!” She says under her breath as she walks out the front door of her townhouse. The cool breeze of fall, the changing color on the leaves, the cloudy skies. It was all, beautiful intertwined with one another.

://it’s super hard to get interactions as an OC😔

Patients is the key to good magic. My spells out match any others. I will surpass those who instruct me. It is my destiny.

Feel it? That spark within you? Calling your name. Beckoning your attention. The magic calls to you. Are you strong enough to possess it?