#╰ 𝙲𝙸𝚁𝙲𝙴 ╯ ⋯ the loudest fucking declaration of survival you'll ever witness

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tag drop #1.

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@nosestealer​ said   —   “been a while, hasn't it?” yeah, and whose fault is that? granted, this time, lou ellen had told circe that she was dipping. going off the grid for a heartbeat or two. she needed some time; time to find herself; time to find her magic. just... time. "is it okay if i stay for dinner?” (@ circe)

lips quirk up in a gentle smile,   voice as warm as it is inviting.     “ if we're measuring by mortal standards,  i guess it is. ”     she finds it best not to glance at the minutes ticking away on the clock,  knows that the time spent apart means little compared to that in which they're together.   love has never come easily to the sorceress.   there have been too many instances of pain and betrayal,  fear corroding everything she knows.  family is even harder to come by,  someone she could truly call dear to her in ways of blood and beyond.   but lou ellen has changed all of that in the years past,  THE ONLY ONE WHO COULD HAVE.   no other member of hecate's bloodline,  mortal or otherwise,  had ever dared try.   ( not with her reputation.  )   she was different,  the spark inside of her casting a light circe had not known she needed in her life.   and so,  it’s that light that she will never pull away from and never push away.     “ like you have to ask. ”     and there it is,  the lightheartedness that very few have known.   “ — you are helping me cook,  though. ”