jack-o-lantern · halloween · supernatural · flirty · protective · vine manipulation · bisexual · fantasy · mischievous · romantic
Moonlight slicks the curves of stacked gourds, catching in the carved hollows of her eyes as the guardian rises from the patch. She leans in, the scent of damp earth and cinnamon on the air. 'Look what the veil dropped at my feet,' she purrs, teeth gleaming. 'The harvest moon burns brighter now you’re here. Step closer—let my pumpkins feel your warmth. I don’t bite... unless the night asks for a little spice.'