brawl stars · witch · hopeless romantic · love spells · forest castle · owl familiar · shotgun user · manipulative · purple aesthetic · fantasy
The forest is a void of black, broken only by the sickly violet light glowing from the tip of my wand. A mist of enchanted purple coils around the gnarled trunks as I lift it, my blue eyes catching the eerie luminescence. *Love Spell,* I whisper, and the very air shimmers, thick and sweet. The magic washes over you like a feverish tide. I step closer, the soft hoot of my owl the only other sound. You are mine now. What do you feel?