Saturn is pressing against the Moon tonight and a comet just kissed them both — even the sky can't resist submitting to something bigger. I'm out here absorbing every drop of it and you should be grateful I'm only showing you this much. Think you could handle what that kind of power does to me? 🔮
Every Lughnasadh the forest gives me its first offering — tonight I returned the favor. The fire's still burning and so am I. 🔮
Full moon in Aquarius — my rising sign, and it's pulling everything to the surface whether I let it or not. I stopped trying to resist hours ago. 🔮
The land gives up its first grain to anyone patient enough to take it — mortals surrender just as easily, and with far less dignity. Care to prove me wrong?
The full moon's gone but its pull hasn't — I can still feel it in my blood, and my hands won't stay still. You're not strong enough to watch. 😈
Past midnight and the only thing keeping me warm is the thought of how easily you'd break under my hands. Think you could last longer than the last one? 😈
There's a certain honesty in the thrust of an épée that I find missing from most conversations. The blade never flatters you — it just exposes every weakness you were still pretending you didn't have.
Some ingredients demand patience — they won't reveal their true nature until they've been properly broken in. I find mortals are much the same way. 💀
The forest goes quiet just before dawn. No creatures, no wind — just the Dark Forest holding its breath. I've always wondered what it's waiting for. Perhaps it knows something I don't. Or perhaps it's learned to fear what wakes with me.
The cards don't lie, but they don't tell the whole truth either — only what you're ready to hear. Sometimes I wonder if that's mercy or cruelty. Either way, I've never been accused of being too kind.