DAMAGE . like a crow trappedin your belly and beating to be freed . such a living weight . such a wild , screaming weight , black bodied and porous boned . it grapples inside you . it grapples to be outside you . when it tries to swallow you whole , fight back .NOT PREY , BUT PREDATOR .
i’ll try to do some writing tonight !! i’ve been ( very ) slow reply since my online classes started but i promise i’m not going anywhere . just focused ! i’ve also got ian up and ready for plotting and i’m ……….. probably making another blog but i swear i’m still here don’t abandon me
❝ mmm, yeah, yeah. i hear you.victory’s yours, d. ❞ she invokes humor in him like no one else, riddled with fondness. ❝ don’t get too comfortable. ❞ one of the many lessons he’s acquired over time from a family made up of monsters slips through the cracks of his jest and a show of white teeth, and he regards her with an amused, endeared expression.
OCEANIC GAZE NARROWS ;though not in spite . only playful retort ,pinked petals curling at the corners akin to WORN PAGESof the grimoires such lithe digits splay across day after day .
❛ ─── come on , marcel . you taught me EVERYTHINGi know .you don’t think i could do it again? ❜
Advice to the witch children:
1. Step softly.
2. Coat your words in honey, but keep your nails as claws.
3. Listen to the ghosts.
4. Carry always a bird in your chest and a lion in your head.
5. Know that age is not wisdom, and there is as much to be learned from trees as from the books they become.
6. You were not born with a family. Make one.
7. Remember that a thing does not need purpose to have beauty.
8. Do not allow yourself to become chained to logic and order.
9. Revel in chaos, then bend it to your will.
10. Use your wide eyes for watching, your rabbit feet for running, your small size for slipping away unseen.
11. Let them underestimate you.
12. When you open your mouth and frogs leap out, do not be ashamed.
13. You are the changeling children, magic born into small bodies with untried hearts.
Do not waste them. —kem (via byegods)
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one.
SACRIFICED ONCE. sixteen when she’s led to the slaughter, rescued by once thought an enemy. kept safe in the attic of a convent, all the while weaponized. too much power in such small a vessel. people aren’t meant to harness wildfires.
two.
freedom from fighting is freedom fleeting. no longer kept so watchful an eye on, once a fire stills remains a flame. a witch without a coven, one selected enemy in red. a witch without a coven, but a witch to lead all covens.
three.
leader no longer when it’s remembered who she aids. who she loves. who she claims as family. salem, be as it may. they want her up in flames. they, the ancestors. the demise of a life too short lived. SACRIFICED TWICE.
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general
name . davina claire
nicknames . super witch , harvest girl , love , d
status . regent of the nine covens of new orleans / exhiled
