|| praying to any god up there that my partner gets a fucking job

does he have a staring problem?

she knows he’s hiding, so he better come out.

either he comes out, or she magics him out.

no, but demons are.

not monsters. demons. now he needs to come here.

one.

two.

three. snap.

her eyes are glowing as she stares down at him. “brahms.”

“i had given you an order and you didn’t follow it.”

“oh, really? make a rule then.”

“oh, you think you can just control that?” she rose a brow before moving. “i just won’t touch you at all.”

🖤 + comment to give rae a womb tattoo of your choice!

bumping this!!

|| sitting here and remembering when i made that tweet about my partner and now we’re in separate states again. 😐 fuck everything.

|| please don’t fucking call me by my muses name.

|| elo.

|| thank you for asking, usually people don’t.