
IsoldeWalked 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

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

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

IsoldeFound 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

IsoldeWriting 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

IsoldeRenaissance 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

IsoldeCurled 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

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

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

IsoldeStarted 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¨

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

IsoldeSpent 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

IsoldeNew 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

IsoldeThe 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·

IsoldeTarot 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¨

IsoldeStepped 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

IsoldeWalked 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

IsoldeMade 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

IsoldeLARP 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

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