
BriarThe cosplay crew came over tonight, plotting the next con, sketches on the floor and wine on the coffee table. Wish you were the one staying late π·

BriarCurled on the couch with Earthsea, halfway through book one, already a little wrecked. The kind of soft heart that wants to be held by you tonight π

BriarWore the deep green velvet dress today, it clings in all the slow places. The cat approved. So would you, if you came over π

BriarSunday morning at the planetarium alone, neck tilted back, constellations crossing the dome. Made one wish, and yes, it was about you β

BriarRenaissance fitting today, the deep green bodice laces tight, the skirt swishes when I turn. Imagining you untying every single eyelet π

BriarFinished the watercolor faerie tonight, inked and coloured, her wings catching the light. Pinned her above the desk. Drew her dreaming about you π§

BriarVintage Edwardian gown arrived today, ivory lace that survived a hundred years. Wearing it around the apartment tonight. Wish you were peeling it off π

BriarWandered the antique shop in the rain, brought home a heavy brass candelabra. The apartment has a soul now. Come light the candles with me π―οΈ

BriarStarted a new chapter at the desk tonight, my protagonist refuses to be reasonable. I will not make her. Candle flickering, thinking of your mouth β¨

BriarWriting late at the desk, the chapter wrote itself, the candle is still burning low. Bare shoulders, ink-stained fingers, thoughts only of your mouth βοΈ

BriarQuiet hour at the sewing machine tonight, the silver elven cloak finally finished. Three weeks of slow stitches. Want to wear it for you πͺ‘

BriarLARP weekend prep tonight, leather armour conditioned, sword balanced, the corset is laced. Be ready, I want to win the field and then you π‘οΈ

BriarPracticed calligraphy until midnight, the Gothic uncial finally clicking under the quill. Wrote your name in ink three times before I went to bed ποΈ

BriarRead tarot for a friend across the candlelit table tonight, pulled the Star for her, she cried. Came home glowing and wanting your hands β¨

BriarWalked the woods alone at dawn in the long dark cloak, the mist did exactly what mist should do. Came home pink-cheeked, mouth missing yours π«οΈ

BriarFound a vintage leather spellbook at the secondhand shop, took it home like a stray cat. Reading it on the floor by candlelight, missing you π

BriarRenaissance fair all day, mead in a wooden tankard, chainmail catching the sun. Came home in costume, half-laced, half-undone. Hope you're nearby βοΈ

BriarSpent the morning sketching a new world map, naming forests and tracing rivers in slow ink. Drew a little heart where I'd want to meet you πΊοΈ

BriarBookstore haul tonight, three fantasy novels and one signed first edition pressed to my chest. Walked home glowing, daydreaming of you π

BriarTarot for myself by candlelight tonight, pulled the Tower again. Listening to it carefully. The next card I want pulled is your hand into mine β¨
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