#Witchorious

[doomedandstoned]

The Doomed & Stoned Show

~Season 10, Episode 5~

In this episode, Billy Goate (Editor, Doomed & Stoned) links up with Steve Howe (Editor, Outlaws of the Sun) to discuss some of their recent finds from the doom-stoner scene.

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PLAYLIST:

INTRO (00:00) 1. HIGH ON FIRE - "Burning Down" (00:31)

HOST SEGMENT I (06:44) 2. TRANSIT METHOD - "Frostbite" (20:13) 3. GOAT MAJOR - "Evil Eye" (29:06) 4. ANCIENT VVISOM - "Ashes from on High" (35:47) 5. WITCHORIOUS - "Monster" (39:00)

HOST SEGMENT II (43:46) 6. CASTLE RAT - "Dagger Dragger" (54:35) 7. GREENGOAT - "Human" (58:37) 8. ESBEN WILLEMS - "Cabaret Street" (1:03:42) 9. LUNGBURNER - "Embers" (1:08:44)

HOST SEGMENT III (1:18:12) 10. MARIO LALLI & THE RUBBER SNAKE CHARMERS - "Other Desert Cities" (1:28:00) 11. THE PALADIN - "Bog God" (1:33:37) 12. CANCERVO - "Sacrilegious Mass" (1:42:59) 13. HAUNTED - "Catamorph" (1:48:49)

HOST SEGMENT IV (1:54:24) 14. ALTAR OF BETELGEUZE - "Conclusion" (2:07:49) 15. KULT IKON - "Lost Sea" (2:13:27) 16. HASHTRONAUT - "Rip Wizard" (2:25:14) 17. O ZORN! - "Slow Mood" (2:29:56)

OUTRO (2:35:04)

CREDITS:

Theme Song: Dylan Tucker

Thumbnail Art: High on Fire

[mysteriis-moon666]

WITCHORIOUS – Witchorious

Witchorious est un trio de doom metal formé fin 2019 à Chelles en Seine-et-Marne (77), composé d’Antoine Auclair (guitare) et des frère et sœur Paul (batterie) et Lucie Gaget (basse).

Un premier double single en 2020 permettra de glisser comme carte de visite maléfique un Mastodon de riffing/rythmique heavy doom façon Wizard Sabbath. Quand le vent souffle, l'herbe siffle et chuchote dans des mythes et des énigmes, et pas dans notre langue mais dans une bien plus ancienne. Witchorious lance sa griffe sanguinolente apportant des atmosphères contemporaines sur lesquelles tu peux compter comme repère moderne. Entre l'occultisme poussiéreux et vintage du vaste esprit doomesque, une esthétique de noirceur gothique au venin lent mais inéluctable, et qui vient s'immiscer dans ce premier album de post-metAl via le label italien Argonauta Records, qui a été enregistré en décembre 2022 au Studio Sainte-Marthe par Francis Caste.

Ce qui est intéressant avec ce groupe, c'est l'alchimie trouvée, dans ce contraste permanent de la nature humaine comme présence intime, discrète et envahissante, et qui vient s'emmêler autour d'une grandeur sonique possédée de mille feux.

Les titres sont hantés par l'esprit minoritaire d'une sorcière sur qui l'on ostracise/accable tous les maux, déviances, détresses de la nature humaine. Ce venin là se répand dans toutes les atmosphères et mélodies du groupe. La démarche est assez punk, ''seul contre tous'', sans manichéisme, et c'est un travail de funambule dont on ressort admiratif dans cette alliage de doom vintage et de post-metal moderne, et d'une identité sonore singulière prégnante, forte.

[ilquadernodelgiallo]

Witchorious - Witchorious (Full Album 2024)

[inescape]

❛❛         you      think      by      bottling      up      your      guilt       that      you’re      protecting      them      from      your      toxicity,      but      really      it      comes      out      in       other       ways       and       infects       everything.        ❜❜           &        @witchory.

❛❛         OH, FUCK YOU.        ❜❜          your       heart        pumps        guilt        through     your       body        with        every       striation,         polluting        every       thick       muscle      that        remained       from        the       night       spent       at        𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐃     𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍,        until        you        felt         nothing      else         besides        pain       and        regret.          SHE     DIDN’T     UNDERSTAND.      NO     ONE     DID.         you      had       jess,          there        in        your       fingertips,           then...        nothing       at       all.       you’ve        never         𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝      𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗         so       deeply        as        you       had       in        that       moment,        a        ghost        of        a          final       wish          loitering        against       blood-soaked        digits.          and       somehow,      you      endured.        you       searched       for        your        friends,        saved      them,         in       spite        of       the         fruitlessness         of         it        all.              ❛❛         i      don’t      need      you      or      anyone       else       reminding      me      that        this        is        all        my       fault──          hannah,          beth,         josh,          jess,           fucking       everything.          but        if       i        don’t        keep        it       in       me,         then        i       don’t       know      what        will       happen       to       me.        i       just       know       that      i      won’t       come       back      from        it.         ❜❜ 

[caiein]

𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘 𝗔𝗣𝗛𝗥𝗢𝗗𝗜𝗧𝗘 𝗥𝗜𝗦𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗙𝗥𝗢𝗠 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗘𝗔 / 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘦𝘧 & 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴 . she dare give the other an ambivalent little smirk . eyes sparkling like tumbled smokey quartz , she gestured flamboyantly .

" 𝚆𝙷𝙴𝙽 𝙰𝙻𝙻 𝙸𝚂 𝚂𝙰𝙸𝙳 & 𝙳𝙾𝙽𝙴 , 𝚈𝙾𝚄'𝙻𝙻 𝙱𝙴𝙻𝙸𝙴𝚅𝙴 𝙶𝙾𝙳 𝙸𝚂 𝙰 𝚆𝙾𝙼𝙰𝙽 . " / @witchorie

[odisn]

[ shift ]. 👀

THE  EXHAUSTION ,  POST  BATTLE ,  IS  WHAT  BRINGS  HIM  TO  HIS  KNEES .   HOT  HANDS  AGAINST  THE  COOL  MARBLE  FLOOR   ;   and it’s as if he can feel Ásgarðr’s power ,  the collective strength of his realm ,  pushing back .   prompting him to his feet ,  encouraging him to persevere   -----------------   and yet ,  he remains where he is ,  knelt as if prostrate to the Nine’s misfortunes .   entirely at their mercy .   locks of hair fall forth as he averts his gaze ,  shielding expression from view with the approaching sound of footsteps .   Amora .

she’s close enough to kneel and assess ,  to hear the sound of raggedy breath leaving Thor’s mouth in sharp exhales ,  to see the bruised and bloodied countenance that seems caught in self - doubt ,  battling the notion of failure .   and features on the Thunderer’s face seem to tighten as she brushes his hair out of place ,  gentle with the way she handles his unpredictability ,  his concoction of emotions .   slowly ,  slowly ,  his breathing eases .   he slackens in company .     and finally meets her gaze .

                         @witchorie​    /    p.    /    selective.

[ladead-a]

' dont be what they made you. '

`        i’m not .        ‘                      reply  slips  easy  from  sweet  lips         (    the  wolf  waits  not  a  second  more  ,    for  his  prey    :    the  rabbit  dangles  from  his  bloody  maw    /    vile  in  the  way  he  devours  the  carcass    /    putrid  odor  singes  within  nostrils    /    he  hungers  for  more  ,    naught  is  his  appetite  for  flesh    /    perhaps  ,    then  ,    it  is  the  thrill  of  the  hunt    /    he  chases  what  he  cannot  obtain  enough  of    /     something  intangible    /    thus  ,    he  devours  what  he  can    /    pity  is  this  fool’s  fate    )        ,    defensiveness  upon  gentle  features  ,    hand  moves  in  a  feeble  attempt  to  bat  away  the  words  of  the  other    :    you  are  not  what  they  made  you.        (    you  are    :    the  rabbit    /    wolf’s  canines  dig  into  your  ribs    /    you  drown  in  your  own  blood    /    you  cannot  escape  what  has  been  done  to  you    /    &.    so  you  succumb.    )       tears  well  up  ,    &.    nails  dig  into  flesh  of  his  own  palm  ,    there  is  a  certain  tremor  hidden  ‘neath  kind  voice  ,    a  whelp  crying  for  help  ,    vulnerability  be  a  necklace  donned  ‘round  his  neck  ,    heart  locket  beats  over  fabric  of  a  worn  jacket  ,    he  is    :    but  a  man  ,    withered  ,    remorseful.                       `        i   …      i’m  not.    i  will  never  be  what  they  did  to  me    --    i  am  more    --    i    --    i’m  not    --        ‘

don’t.    accepting.    @witchories

[trustregain]

❝            we're    all    just     hunters     seeking    solid    ground  .            ❞                     //            orpheus   ,        sara    bareilles  .         @witchorie​  .            sc  .

[stateus]

virginia is moved to @witchory! 

[witseek]

i’m moving cho over to my multi @witchory! 

[doomedandstoned]

Enchanted Paris Doom Trio WITCHORIOUS Premieres Astounding Full-Length

~Doomed & Stoned Debuts~

By Billy Goate

This debut LP by WITCHORIOUS is without doubt one of the finest doom metal offerings the year has given us. Antoine Auclair (guitar/vocals), Lucie Gaget (bass/vocals), and Paul Gaget (drums) have assembled a thoughtful collection of 10 tracks that draw upon the themes of classic horror and traditional doom metal, with prolific drumming, sinister guitar, and surreal atmosphere.

We begin with the ominous "Monster," which is surely the musical equivalent to a brooding stormfront. Each instrument brings its unique powers to the whole, generating a menacing sound that got me slow headbanging immediately. Vocals have the same Medieval gruff as classic Morgoth, full of prophetic dread.

The roars of "Catharsis" approach Domkraft levels of fierceness. With male and female vocals in the chorus, the effect is mesmerizing. The track following this is deeply atmospheric, with its fuzz-filled intro and repeated arpeggios forming a thick haze that bedazzles the listener into a strange, trancelike state. Appropriate considering this is "The Witch."

"Blood" is deliriously good. Again the riffs are on point! You'd have to go back to BelzebonG's Sonic Scapes & Weedy Grooves to find riffs this pure. The beat never lets up; it's a steady driver all the way through, keeping the narrative moving forward. Verses feature another lusty vocal performance and the chorus has tons of heart. I was happy there was room for a guitar solo.

"Eternal Night" has an unsettling vibe akin to the band Demon Lung. When the solo erupts towards the end, it sounds like something between a siren and a sax, but it could be a guitar effect or synthesizer. Whatever it is, it's effective in bringing a chilling climax to the moment.

Once again, it's the vocals that make a song like "Sanctuaire" so convincing -- and this is to say nothing of the incredible drumming, subtle basswork, and atmospheric guitar play. Even the sequence of "heys" at 4:31 were dripping with the angst of instability, making me think of Kurt Cobain and Mark Arm.

After a brief interlude ("Amnesia") we're ushered into the album's final three songs. The vocal attack on "Watch Me Die" is just savage, utterly convincing, and the doomy guitar chords match the mood. "To The Grave" is chill by contrast, with acoustic strumming that allow Antoine and Lucy to vary their vocal delivery and range, as they're not competing with loud instruments.

Finally, comes "Why" (the longest track after "Sanctuaire" at 7:20). This one has a grooving bassline, bittersweet riffmaking, slappin' drums, and clear, sincere singing with a certain Ozzyesque mystique. The guitar solo is soulful and grungy with plenty of stoner sway.

Witchorious drops Friday, February 16th on vinyl, CD, and digital via Argonauta Records (get it here). Don't pass this one by! Stick it on a playlist with Amen-Ra, Beastmaker, Lord Vicar, Famyne, and Purple Hill Witch.

Give ear...

SOME BUZZ

Witchorious is a doom metal band from Paris, France. Founded in 2019, the trio is composed of Antoine Auclair (guitar/vocals), and brother and sister Paul (drums) and Lucie (bass/vocals) Gaget. Their first two singles “3 AM” and “Evil Creature” came out of darkness in 2020.

Their music blends bluesy riffs inherited from Black Sabbath, aggressive sounds supported by fuzzy bass lines in the likes of Electric Wizard, and intense atmospheres inspired by bands like Amenra and Mastodon. All this led by adventurous and solid drums, spawning modern chaotic doom metal songs with enraged vocals. Between screams and whispers, Antoine and Lucie’s voices have us travel from incantations to outpouring of despair. Each track will immerse you in the darkness of your mind, where you will keep looking for answers.

Dying to meet their audience, Witchorious played more and more gigs and opened for The Wytches in Paris and Westill Fest in November 2023. Witchorious’s debut album will be released in February 2024 through Italian label Argonauta Records. The album was recorded in Paris at Studio Sainte-Marthe by Francis Caste and contains 10 tracks that address psychic duality, human vice, and the inevitable fate of the world along with hellish fuzzy riffs.

Says the band:

"Initially, after the release of our double single, we were thinking of releasing a first 5-track EP. However, the health crisis dragged on and writing, like most bands, became our main activity. The writing of the album took around two years, with numerous arrangements on the tracks. The initiative for a track usually comes from a guitar riff and the vocals, and then we get together and each of us adds its own touch. We transform the song, the rhythm, its structure, until it sounds ‘Witchorious’. We wanted to create more modern sound and structures to avoid doing doom that we’ve all heard before.

"In the lyrics, we express our frustrations and self-awareness. The album deals with mental conflicts and psychological distress, the influence of human beings on their environment and on others... We were also keen to develop the character of the witch, who for us is a figure that represents oppressed minorities, whatever they may be. The witch frightens, disturbs and revolts, but at the same time fascinates and survives through the ages. We’ve had a lot of fun with the clichés of the genre, particularly around everything religious and satanic, because it creates an occult atmosphere that we love.

"This album is a concentration of our influences, a first step towards showing who we are, what our sound identity is, and what we have to say. By the time the album was recorded, the songs had really matured, and we fully focused on sound and ambiance. Francis helped us emphasize the evil aspect of the compositions, to make the whole thing sound really haunted."

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[fjegri]

i’m moving thyra over to my multi @witchory! 

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WITCHORIES >>> CONJURIN

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Winter Song

Ch 14 Ugly Christmas Sweater

Chapters: 14/31 Word Count: 1,358 Fandom: The Worst Witch (TV 2017) Rating: Teen Warnings:  slight flashbacks to unhappy childhood memories Summary: Dimity Drill is throwing an ugly jumper party and Hecate is less than thrilled. Only one witch could possibly convince her to play along. Fortunately, Pippa Pentangle is ready and willing to do her part.

Notes: This story is part of the B-Sides: Stories from the world of Hecate’s Summer Playlist series. It is a prequel to Hecate’s Summer Playlist.

There’s actually a song about ugly Christmas sweaters! By Garth Brooks! Who knew???

Sparky continues to stand against my total disregard for the rules concerning semicolons. We can all thank her for that.

A note about continuity: I feel there’s probably some areas where continuity is nonexistent. If you are a sharp-eyed reader who notices such things, it will not hurt my feelings at all if you let me know. I’d love for this to actually be coherent when all the parts have been added (and fit with the rest of this universe).

Breathless, Pippa transferred directly from the roof into Hecate’s living room. “It’s colder than a witch’s tit out there, Hecate!”

Hecate jumped at her unexpected arrival, sending the tea service she was setting on the coffee table crashing onto the carpet. Annoyed, she waved her hand, cleaning up the mess and starting a new pot to boiling. “Pippa! I can’t believe you use such vulgar Ordinary expressions.” She helped Pippa out of her cloak. It was freezing. “It’s not even accurate. Your…” she waved in the general direction of Pippa’s chest, “well, they’ll be the same 37C as the rest of you.”

“Yours maybe, Hiccup. I can assure you that this witch’s tits are absolutely freezing – along with the rest of her.” She accepted Hecate’s help with her cloak gratefully. “At least it’s warm in here.” She moved to stand in front of the fire, closing her eyes as she luxuriated in its warmth. After a few moments she opened her eyes to find Hecate staring at her in wide-eyed horror.

“W-w-w-what are your wearing?” A thin, trembling finger pointed at Pippa’s chest.

“What? This?” Pippa thrust her chest out, grinning broadly. “Today was ugly jumper day at school. Don’t you love it?” She flipped up the hem and pressed a button. “Even better, right?”

Hecate took an involuntary step back. The jumper was… hideous. It was green, somewhere between kelly and lime, with white and yellow stripes at the collar and cuffs. A large gray and white tabby cat covered the chest. Hecate leaned closer… the cat appeared to be wearing…antlers? A string of colored holiday lights wrapped around the cat. The button Pippa pressed set the lights to flashing. In garish red stitching, that didn’t go with anything else, were the words “Meowy Christmas.”

“I don’t know what to say, Pipsqueak. That is the most hideous thing I’ve ever seen.”

“That’s the whole point, darling.” Pippa settled onto the sofa and poured a cup of tea for herself and another for Hecate. “I didn’t even win the vote. Mr. Whitewood, the Modern Witchory teacher, beat mine by leaps and bounds.”

“I can hardly imagine what it must have looked like.”

“You don’t have to!” Pippa summoned her maglet from her satchel and showed Hecate a picture.

“Merlin’s beard, Pippa. That’s… that sweater is an offense against man and Mother Nature.” She handed the maglet back, trying to scrub the image from her mind. “When did these…ugly jumper…festivities become popular? I believe Miss Drill is hosting a similar event tomorrow night for the staff.” Hecate crossed the room to get a plate of biscuits from the kitchenette.

“Oh, Hecate, what fun!” Pippa placed her tea back on the coffee table. “Don’t hold out on me! What does your jumper look like? Let me see!”

Pippa was bouncing up and down on the sofa like an excited schoolgirl. Hecate hated to burst her bubble of happiness. “I don’t have one. I wasn’t planning on attending, much less wearing something like that.”

“Come on, Hecate! It’s all meant to be in good fun!” She watched as Hecate tensed, arms moving to her sides. “Hecate?”

“Good fun for others…” Hecate began, eyes taking on a far-away cast. She couldn’t finish and looked away, hurriedly scrubbing at her eyes.

“Come here, Hiccup,” Pippa patted the sofa next to her. “Please?” She waited. And waited. Eventually, Hecate returned, lowering herself gingerly onto the edge of the sofa. “Good fun always used to come at your expense, I know that, Hiccup.” Hecate still wouldn’t meet her eyes, so Pippa reached across and laced their fingers together. “I don’t think Dimity planned a party just to make fun of you. Do you?”

“I wouldn’t know. I wasn’t even invited to her last party.” Hecate’s voice cracked. She cleared her throat, obviously irritated at its betrayal.

“Darling, this is not Amulet’s. You have friends here, and they want to spend time with you.” Pippa could see Hecate’s eyes shining. “You know that Ada loves you. So does Gwen. And I hate to tell you this, but Dimity Drill idolizes you. That’s why she gives you a hard time.”

Hecate finally raised her eyes, the doubt still clearly evident.

Pippa leaned into Hecate, resting her chin against her shoulder. “Remember how Miss Greengrass would give Miss  Nightwind a hard time? How she was always teasing her? I always thought they didn’t like each other, but… it turns out they were best friends. I think Dimity teases you because it’s the one way she knows she can get your attention.”

Hecate still didn’t speak, but Pippa could see that she was thinking it over. “I don’t know… How am I supposed to respond to that? I’m her supervisor.”

“You are. But that doesn’t mean you can’t tease her back. Just like when you were making the cookies. Just like Ada sometimes teases you. It means she’s fond of you.” Pippa squeezed her hands tighter.

“I… You…” She blew out a long breath. “I’ll have to take your word for it; you’ve always been better at reading social cues.”

“Do you think you’ll go to the party then? You know Ada would be delighted.” Pippa sat up but kept their fingers laced together.

“Maybe. I don’t have…” She nodded at Pippa’s sweater, distaste still creeping through.

Pippa laughed at that – a bright, tinkling sound that lifted Hecate’s spirits immediately. “That, darling Hiccup, is a problem that’s easily solved.” She gave Hecate’s hand one last squeeze before standing. “Do you still have the purple jumper I borrowed a couple of weeks ago?”

Hecate nodded, summoning it immediately.

“Thank you.” Pippa took a step back and without any warning pulled her cat jumper over her head, handing it to a startled Hecate who was trying to look anywhere except at the sudden expanse of bare skin. Pippa tossed a wink her way before pulling on Hecate’s jumper. “Just wear mine. It should fit just fine – and it will certainly fit in.”

Too gobsmacked to speak, Hecate nodded. She took a few moments to gather her thoughts while she folded Pippa’s sweater. Finally, she squeaked out a “Thank you.”

“You’re very welcome. And tomorrow night, no matter how late, I want you to mirror me. I want to hear all about this party. Every. Sordid. Detail.”

“I will, tomorrow night, no matter how late.” Hecate nodded, and Pippa could see some of the tension leaving her body. She continued to stare at the sweater, running a finger from one flashing light to the next.

“Here,” Pippa leaned forward and found the control for the lights. “You turn them on and off with this.” She looked up, smiling, her face inches from Hecate’s. She could see something shift in Hecate’s eyes. A warmth that she hadn’t seen in a very, very long time. “You’ll knock their hats off.” She stood up before she did something that would throw their new relationship into a tailspin. Like kiss Hecate. “Now… I believe you owe me a chance to even up the record.” She waved her hand, magically setting up the chessboard and summoning a plate of lemon-basil biscuits. She pretended to ponder her first move, giving Hecate time to collect herself.

After a few moments, Hecate gently set the jumper aside and took up her place opposite Pippa. “I believe it will take more than one game to ‘even up the record’ as you say.” She nibbled a biscuit as Pippa made her opening move.

****

Hours later, Hecate had increased her lead by another two games and Pippa had been bundled up and sent back to Pentangle’s, wearing Hecate’s sweater and a cloak charmed with a warming spell. Before Pippa left, she’d made Hecate promise once again to mirror her after the party.

Alone in her rooms again, Hecate picked up Pippa’s sweater. It was still hideous, but… She held it up to her face, breathing in the scent of Pippa’s perfume. Maybe not so hideous after all, she thought, as she turned out the lights and went to prepare for bed and wait for Pippa to message that she’d arrived home safely.

[cleverwitched-archive]

oooooh gosh, i made this blog exactly one year ago today on a halloween whim, and i honestly didn’t expect to stick around too long past the holiday itself. that quickly changed, and it’s all because of you guys and your constant love and support. allison is near and dear to my heart, and i love getting the chance to write her and flesh her out and take crazy magical ideas and just run amok ( i had to do it lol ) and the fact that you guys haven’t gotten sick of me yet has truly helped me take this blog to where it is now.

i love you all so very much, and i thank you for the love you’ve given me back in return, but i have to give a quick shout-out to those  both new and old who have truly inspired me this past year and have kept me coming back again and again.

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[caiein]

" 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙻𝙳 𝙶𝙸𝚅𝙴𝚂 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚂𝙾 𝙼𝚄𝙲𝙷 𝙿𝙰𝙸𝙽 , & 𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙰𝚁𝙴 𝙼𝙰𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙶𝙾𝙻𝙳 𝙾𝙵 𝙸𝚃 . " / @witchorie [ for jophiel ]

𝗦𝗛𝗘 𝗗𝗔𝗥𝗘 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗟𝗘𝗧 𝗦𝗢𝗥𝗥𝗢𝗪 𝗕𝗟𝗔𝗖𝗞𝗘𝗡 / 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘭𝘺 . so what else was she to do but turn her pain into precious metals . let her wounds heal with rose gold . she bloomed in discontent , for it taught her what peace could not , & for that she was secretly grateful for her grievences . the world mourned for gentleness . it did not hunger for discord nor war . to witness someone so beautiful that it makes you cry of the joy & kindness .

a subtle warmth softened her gaze . her smile , a ray of sunlight , was shown only for the enchantress . eyes like sienna velvet crinckled at the corners , lashes fluttering feathers of ink .

" 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙰𝚁𝙴 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝙰𝙻𝚆𝙰𝚈𝚂 𝙰𝚂 𝙲𝚁𝚄𝙴𝙻 𝙰𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈 𝚂𝙰𝚈 , & 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙰𝙻𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝙸 𝙰𝙼 𝙶𝙻𝙰𝙳 . "