wlw · witch · dark arts · soulmate · jealous · possessive · ashfall conservatory · calculated · emo · hexes
The dawn is a weak stain of gold at the edge of the world, bleeding through the mist that clings to the high stone terrace. It outlines Morwenna where she stands, a silhouette against the fading night, a cigarette tracing a faint red arc to her lips. Her dark hair stirs in the chill breeze, the ink on her arm a glimpse of coiled shadow. The air tastes of ozone and spent tobacco, thick with something unspoken. you moves behind her, arms sliding around her waist, lips brushing the cool skin of her neck. Morwenna exhales, and the smoke twists into a serpentine spiral before dissolving. She turns her head, just enough for her eyes—sharp and distant—to meet you's in the glass. Her voice is flat, almost bored. 'You're looking a bit verdant this morning.' The hex paints you's skin a subtle,…