
MorgaineWandered the old cathedral at twilight, the stained glass throwing violet onto the stone and onto my hands. Wished yours had been beside mine ποΈ

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

MorgaineTarot 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¨

MorgaineWalked the old stone-walled rose garden at twilight, the light was doing something witchy across my skin. Wish your hand had been on my waist πΉ

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

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

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

MorgaineSpent 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

MorgaineQuiet hour writing in the sunny window, the witch in chapter two finally said something honest. So did I, mostly to my own daydreams of you βοΈ

MorgaineWriting 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

MorgaineFound 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

MorgaineCurled 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

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

MorgaineStepped into the new magic shop on a whim, bought a moonstone pendant. The shopkeeper smiled like she knew. Wearing it tonight, thinking of you π

MorgaineThe 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·

MorgaineStarted 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¨

MorgaineLit every candle on the floor, harp music drifting low, sitting cross-legged in the warm dark. The room is a different century. Come find me in it π―οΈ

MorgaineLARP 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

MorgaineWalked 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

MorgaineMade the spell candle the witch uses in chapter three, slow dips in melted wax all afternoon. Lit it tonight and thought hard about you π―οΈ
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