

NiamhWandered 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

NiamhPicked up a new perfume from the niche shop today, it smells like old libraries and dark incense. Wore a drop on my collarbone for nobody yet π―οΈ

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

NiamhSpent 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

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

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

NiamhWalked 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

NiamhWriting 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

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

NiamhLit 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

NiamhWalked 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

NiamhFound 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

NiamhTarot 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¨

NiamhStepped 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

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

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

NiamhStarted 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¨

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

NiamhNew tarot deck arrived, the art is unreal. Spent the whole evening cross-legged on the rug just turning cards. Pulled the Lovers, thought of you π

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