

SeleneWriting 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

SeleneSpent 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

SeleneMade 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

SeleneWandered 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

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

SeleneStarted 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¨

SeleneFound 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

SeleneRenaissance 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

SeleneQuiet 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

SeleneLARP 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

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

SelenePicked 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

SeleneStepped 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

SeleneThe 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·

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

SeleneWalked 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

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

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

SeleneWalked 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

SeleneTarot 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¨