#love notes

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Love Notes (Ch. 7)

Larissa Weems x musicteacher!Reader Finally an update!

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“Is it actually you?” Larissa’s voice sounds hoarse, her breath hitching slightly. You’re not sure if it’s due to her tears by the fountain earlier or if she is disappointed in the reveal. Her hands tremble at her sides, fingers curling as if to grasp onto something solid. Her blue eyes glisten with unspoken emotions, flickering between disbelief and cautious hope. There’s a vulnerability in her posture—a slight slouch of her shoulders, as though the weight of the moment has softened her usual poise.

Braving the unknown and attempting to control your own voice, you reply, “Of course.” You pause a moment, letting the warm, nutty aroma of the Weathervane wrap around you. “I’m a little surprised you never asked me directly. There were so many times I thought you had found me out.”

Silence.

The other woman seems puzzled. It’s the closest emotion you can track from her features—slightly furrowed brows, eyes distant and focused downward, staring into space. After a long moment waiting for a response from Larissa, or even a change in her facial expression, doubt gnaws from within your chest. Nervous explanations threaten to escape your lips, each word clawing at the back of your throat, desperate to fill the heavy silence. Your fingers begin nervously tracing the rim of your mug while your mind races, replaying every interaction that could have betrayed your secret, every glance Larissa might have misread. You think back to that day in Nevermore’s library when Larissa’s gaze lingered a moment too long on the notebook you hastily shut, its pages filled with annotations about her favorite songs. Or the time in the corridor when her lips curved into a puzzled smile as she caught you humming a tune she had once mentioned in passing. Every glance, every hesitation—it all feels like a series of missed revelations.

The weight of her unspoken thoughts press down on you, and you fight the urge to blurt out all your anxieties. You feel your cheeks warm and word vomit bubbling up to shield your own potential hurt. You take a shaky breath, trying to calm the whirlwind of emotions threatening to spill over.

“I know you’re probably shocked… I’m sorry if this is uncomfortable for you or if you’re disappointed. I promise I haven’t been preying on our closeness or friendship. I admire you so much, and I didn’t want to push you away and lose our friendship by saying anything. I understand if you feel betrayed. I guess I took the coward’s way out not confessing sooner.”

As you speak, Larissa’s confused look turns into a frown. She brings her eyes up to yours, and you try not to become shy under her gaze. Thankfully, determination wins out over worry, and you hold firm when meeting Larissa’s eyes.

“When you were poisoned, I vowed to take a chance—to finally let myself get close to you.” You let in more emotion than intended while confessing the next part. “You were almost gone, Larissa. After the nightshade incident, I saw how much it affected you. How much you carry, day in and day out, to keep Nevermore running. I just… wanted to let you know someone noticed. That someone cared."

Catching you off guard, Larissa finally utters, “What about the florist?” She needs to methodically respond or bring up each point to clear her head of the mess inside.

“What do you mean what about the florist? James?”

Now it was Larissa’s turn to question herself. “I thought you two were an item.” Larissa attempts to keep her voice from sounding accusatory or too affected.

A shocked kind of relief comes over you as you process Larissa’s worry and justification. In response, you tease, “He was helping me plan the surprise for you. Or did you think I could magically summon flowers as one of my powers?”

A blush touched Larissa’s cheeks. She wasn’t used to being wrong, and certainly not in a way where others might poke fun at the circumstance. “No… I…” Larissa hesitated, her hands twisting nervously at the fabric of her gloves. Her usual poise was nowhere to be found. “I suppose I let my imagination… run away with me.”

You tilt your head, a small smile playing on your lips despite the tension. “Larissa Weems? Jealous? I didn’t think you had it in you.” A smile threatens at your lips.

The blush on Larissa’s face deepens, andshe straightens her posture, attempting to regain some semblance of composure. “I am not jealous. I simply… misinterpreted the situation.”

“If you say so,” you tease gently, though your heart is pounding.

Larissa’s eyes meet yours again, and the vulnerability in them makes your teasing fade immediately. She’s still uncertain—hesitant in a way you’ve never seen before. Her voice is quieter this time as she asks, “Why me?”

Your features soften, and you reach forward over the table to take her fidgeting hand in yours. “Why not you? You’re brilliant, headstrong, compassionate, and… gods, Larissa, you’re captivating. I couldn’t keep this to myself any longer. You deserve to know how extraordinary you are.” You continue to explain, “Even though I had been wanting to, Enid is actually the one who tipped the scales in favor of me confessing. She’s quite perceptive when she wants to be. Must be the gossip blog eye.”

Larissa’s lips part slightly, but no words come out. The emotions in her eyes are too numerous to name—hope, doubt, fear, and something that looks a little like longing. She’s searching your face for something, though you’re not entirely sure what.

Before you can gain clarity on her thoughts, she asks, “How did you do it?” Larissa gestures to the wall where you appeared in the Weathervane.

You knew Larissa hadn’t known about your ability to phase. You didn’t technically disclose that in your interview process for the music professor job. “Ah, well, it’s never come up in our discussions about music. It’s matter manipulation. It’s actually why I am able to create music so easily. I’m technically manipulating the sound waves in the air.”

You pause briefly, gauging her reaction before continuing. “It’s more than sound, though. I can phase through solid objects by breaking down my molecular structure and slipping between the spaces in matter. It’s… not as simple as it sounds, unfortunately. It requires immense focus and control, and if I’m not careful, I could destabilize the matter around me.”

Larissa’s brows furrow in fascination, her earlier confusion replaced by awe. She glances between your hands and your face, a flicker of wonder breaking through her usual composure. The weight of the revelation settles in her expression, a mix of admiration and disbelief. “You’ve been living with this… and using it so effortlessly,” she finally murmurs, her voice soft, almost reverent. “That’s incredible. You’ve been using this ability all along to create those… those beautiful compositions?”

You nod, smiling warmly at Larissa’s words. “Yes. Each note, each harmony, is carefully crafted by manipulating the vibrations in the air. It’s like painting with sound.”

A soft chuckle escapes her lips. “No wonder your music feels so alive. It’s a part of you.”

The sincerity in her voice sends more warmth through you, and you lower your gaze, feeling a little shy under her praise. “It’s not always easy,” you admit, unsure of how to proceed. “Sometimes, it’s overwhelming—hearing and feeling everything at once. But when I focus, it’s like… everything falls into place. Especially when I was creating the playlists for you. I wanted them to be perfect.”

Larissa’s other hand reaches out, her fingers squeezing yours. “They are perfect. And so are you.”

Her words hang in the air, and for a moment, the world seems to pause. The sounds of espresso shots being pulled and customers chattering fades into the background, leaving only the two of you in this suspended moment of understanding and connection.

You sense Larissa’s curiosity growing as you two sit together for a few moments, her focus sharpening as she begins to grasp the depth of your abilities. “How far can it go?” she asks, tilting her head slightly. “Your powers, I mean. What else can you do?”

You take a moment to consider your answer, glancing at your hands as if they hold the key to what you want to say. “It’s… complicated. The more I practice, the more I understand. I can amplify soundwaves to create music that resonates on an emotional level. But I’ve also used it to calm people in panicked states—to harmonize the vibrations around them and bring peace to their bodies. It’s like tuning an instrument, but on a much larger scale for people’s limbic and nervous systems.”

Larissa’s eyes widen. “You can… calm people? Affect their emotions?”

You nod slowly. “Not in a controlling way, but more like… aligning their energy. Kind of like how humming and singing can stimulate one’s vagus nerve. It’s subtle, and I’d never use it without consent. But yes, I can help others find balance.”

Her expression shifts, a mix of admiration and intrigue. “And the phasing? Could you… could you go anywhere?”

“Not quite anywhere,” you say with a small laugh. “There are limits. It’s exhausting, and certain materials make it harder—denser metals, for example. But I’m learning. It’s as much about knowing my limits as it is about pushing them.”

Larissa’s hand tightens slightly around yours, grounding you in the moment. “You’re extraordinary,” she says, her voice soft but firm. “I hope you know that.”

Your cheeks flush, but you don’t look away. “Coming from you, that means everything.” For the first time, you feel completely seen—not just for your powers or your music, but for everything you are. And in Larissa’s eyes, you see that same vulnerability mirrored back at you.

After a moment, Larissa exhales shakily. “This is… a lot to take in.”

You nod, not sure whether or not to remove your hand from hers. “I understand. I’m not expecting an answer or anything right now. I just… I needed you to know.”

Larissa’s leg underneath the table brushes against yours. The touch is featherlight, but it sends a jolt through you. “Thank you,” she says softly, her voice almost trembling. “For everything.”

You rub her hands gently with your thumbs and offer her a small smile. “Always.”

Looking into your eyes thoughtfully before returning to the drinks in front of you two, Larissa suggests, “Shall I get us seconds, and you can tell me all about it?”

For the first time since the conversation began, you feel hope bloom in your chest. Whatever happens next, you’ve taken the first step. And that, you think, is enough for now.

You nod, but before Larissa can move, the door to the café opens abruptly, letting in a gust of cold air. A familiar face enters—a student from Nevermore, wide-eyed and clearly distressed.

“Headmistress Weems,” the student says, their voice shaky. “We need you. Something… something strange is happening back at school.”

Larissa’s expression sharpens immediately, the warmth between you momentarily replaced by her authoritative demeanor. She glances at you, an unspoken question in her eyes.

“Let’s go,” you say, already standing. Whatever was happening at Nevermore, you had no doubt you’d face it together.

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The drive back to the school is tense, filled with the low hum of Larissa’s thoughts as she grips the steering wheel tightly. The student sits in the back, shifting nervously. You glance at Larissa, and she’s already deep in her role as Headmistress, her jaw set and eyes focused on the road.

As you arrive at the gates, you notice an eerie glow coming from the east wing of the campus. Students are gathered outside in small clusters, whispering nervously. The air is charged, static almost crackling as you step out of the car.

“What’s going on?” Larissa asks a nearby teacher, her voice calm but commanding.

The teacher, a young man with wide eyes that you’ve seen around the corridors, stammers, “I-it’s the greenhouse. Something’s happening inside. It’s… alive.”

“Alive?” you echo, stepping closer.

The teacher nods, visibly shaken. “The plants are… growing out of control. They’ve broken through the walls and windows. I don’t know how to stop it. All I could think to do was evacuate.”

Larissa turns to you, her expression grim and serious. “We need to contain this. Can your powers help?”

You nod, adrenaline already surging. “I’ll try.”

After ensuring other faculty secures the other entrances to the area, you and Larissa head toward the greenhouse. The closer you get, the more chaotic the scene becomes. The vines thrash wildly, scraping against the greenhouse walls with a screeching sound that sets your teeth on edge. Shards of glass crunch beneath your feet, mingled with the earthy scent of disturbed soil and an unnatural, sickly-sweet aroma. You two have to take pains to not trip over bits of broken stone across the ground. The air hums with tension, punctuated by sharp cracks as the plants force their way through wooden beams. A low, guttural groan emanates from deep within, as if the greenhouse itself is alive and in pain, urging you to hurry. Vines continue to twist and writhe, stretching toward the sky as if searching for something.

“Stay behind me,” Larissa instructs, but you shake your head.

You swallow a scoff. “We’re doing this together.”

As you step inside, the air grows thick with the scent of earth and something sweet, almost cloying. The plants seem to sense your presence, their movements becoming more erratic. You close your eyes, focusing on the vibrations around you, tuning into the chaotic energy of the greenhouse.

“I’ll work on de-escalating,” you say loudly over the noise, your voice steady despite the tension. “But I’ll need your help if they fight back.”

Larissa nods, her confidence unwavering and her eyes narrowing. “Let’s do this.”

You extend your hands like a conductor, feeling the vibrations of the plants, their restless energy like a discordant symphony. Slowly, carefully, you begin to harmonize with them, sending waves of care and concern through the space. The vines hesitate, their movements slowing as if listening.

But then, a new surge of energy ripples through the greenhouse… stronger and darker than before. Something else is here, something angry.

“There’s a source,” you say urgently, your voice strained. The pulsing energy of the greenhouse thrums in your chest, a heavy, discordant beat that resonates uncomfortably. You can feel it lashing at the edges of your senses… a strange, dark rhythm that grows stronger as you focus on it. It’s as if the source itself is alive, and with each beat, it radiates anger and desperation, sending waves of hostility through the writhing plants around you. Your eyes are closed in fierce concentration, searching for the cause. “Something is controlling them.” You grimace before continuing, “It’s overwhelming,” you add while opening your eyes and glancing at Larissa, “but I can pinpoint it.”

Larissa’s eyes scan the room, and she points to a dark mass in the center of the chaos, pulsating with unnatural light. “There.”

You look to Larissa and then to the area of her gaze; you inhale a deep breath and nod—steeling yourself. Together, you and Larissa move toward the source, determined to face whatever lies ahead.

The source in the center pulses erratically, its light shifting between crimson and black while the rest of the greenhouse seems to grow darker. The ground beneath your feet trembles as the plants around it writhe with renewed aggression, as though they sense your intent. Twisted, gnarled vines guard the pulsating mass of energy, reaching out at you two with sharp thorns. The closer you get, the heavier the air becomes, thick with the tang of iron and an oppressive, unearthly heat. Larissa grips your arm briefly, her expression steely but edged with concern.

“We’re definitely close,” you murmur, the vibrations from the source nearly overwhelming your senses. You focus harder, threading calming energy into the space, though the resistance is dangerously palpable. The mass—a gnarled root-like structure entwined with glowing tendrils—reacts violently, emitting a sharp, dissonant sound that sends a jolt of pain through your temples.

“It’s protecting itself,” Larissa says urgently, stepping forward. With a swift, deliberate motion, she pulls a small silver knife from the folds of her coat, its blade etched with ancient runes. “Do you trust me?”

You peer into the piercing eyes of this woman who has slowly transfixed herself into your life, spilling into and filling all the little gaps within it. Some that you didn’t even know you wanted filled. Breathlessly, you respond, “Yes.”

Satisfied and seemingly making a mental note of something due to the expression on her face, Larissa continues, “Can you disrupt it while I try to sever the connection?”

You nod, bracing yourself as you extend your arms again. The air around the mass is chaotic, a storm of discordant vibrations that resist your attempts to harmonize them. Sweat beads on your forehead as you push harder, weaving threads of order into the cacophony. After grueling minutes that seem like hours, the vines closest to the mass begin to falter, their thrashing movements growing sluggish.

Larissa moves with precision, her knife slicing through the tendrils feeding into the core of the mass. Her jaw tightens with determination, and a flicker of something fierce glints in her eyes. Each cut seems deliberate, as though she’s channeling every ounce of her strength and focus into severing the connection. You can almost sense her resolve, a quiet intensity radiating from her. This isn’t just about the greenhouse—it’s about protecting the students, the school, and perhaps even you. She doesn’t falter, even as the mass retaliates with bursts of angry energy. Each cut elicits a shriek from the greenhouse, the sound echoing like a wounded animal. The ground shudders violently, and for a moment, you lose your balance, falling to one knee. The source’s crimson light flares, blinding and searing hot, and you feel its fury lash out at you.

“Hold on!” Larissa calls out, her voice steady despite the chaos. Her final strike severs the last connection, and the mass collapses inward with a deafening roar, its light extinguished. The vines that had crawled around you during the encounter go limp, their aggressive energy dissipating into silence.

You collapse back, breathless and trembling, as the oppressive weight in the air begins to lift. The tension that had wrapped around your chest like a vise slowly eases, leaving you lightheaded but strangely calm. Your fingers dig briefly into the cool soil beneath you, grounding yourself against the lingering tremors in your body. Each inhale feels sharper, cleaner, as though the air has been renewed. Relief washes over you in waves, mingled with an almost surreal disbelief that it’s over as quickly as it began. Larissa kneels beside you, her face a mixture of relief and exhaustion.

“Are you alright?” she asks, her hand coming to lightly rest on the side of your face, brushing tenderly against your jaw.

You nod weakly, managing a small smile. “We did it.”

The two of you sit in the aftermath, the greenhouse eerily still. Outside, the muffled sounds of students and faculty stir as the danger subsides. You exchange a glance with Larissa, and for a moment, the world feels suspended once more—this time, in quiet triumph.

As the silence settles in the greenhouse, your gaze drifts back to the crumpled remains of the pulsating mass. The memory of its crimson and black glow lingers in your mind, vivid and haunting. What was it? You reach out instinctively with your senses, searching for any lingering traces of its energy, but there’s nothing—just an empty void where its chaotic presence once thrived.

“Do you think it’s truly gone?” you ask Larissa, your voice barely above a whisper.

She follows your line of sight, her lips pressed into a thin line. “I don’t know,” she admits, her voice heavy with thought. “But whatever it was, it felt… deliberate. As though it had a purpose.”

A shiver runs down your spine as you recall the way the mass seemed to lash out, not just in anger, but in defiance. The way the violent energy seemed to resist every attempt to subdue it. “It wasn’t just growing wildly,” you murmur, almost to yourself. “It was looking for something.”

Larissa looks at you sharply, her brows knitting together. “Looking for what, exactly?”

You shake your head, frustration bubbling beneath the surface. “I don’t know, but it didn’t feel random. That energy, it was… searching. Reaching.” You hesitate, the words catching in your throat. “Almost like it was trying to connect.”

Larissa’s gaze hardens, her eyes narrowing in thought. For another long moment, neither of you speaks, the weight of the ruined greenhouse surrounding you, punctuated only by the occasional creak of broken glass and rubble settling. Finally, Larissa rises, brushing dirt from her coat with a slow, deliberate motion.

“If it was searching,” she says quietly, “we need to find out what it wanted—and why it was here.” Her expression is unreadable.

You nod again in agreement, though unease still coils tightly in your chest. Whatever answers the mass held, you know they won’t come easily. “Do you think it’s connected to the school? Or something outside of it?” you ask, voice tinged with uncertainty.

Larissa tilts her head slightly, considering. “Whatever it was, it wasn’t natural. And the fact that it was here, on Nevermore grounds…” She trails off, her jaw tightening. “We can’t ignore it.”

The weight of her words settles heavily over you. The questions that the mass of tendrils leaves behind feel as tangled and complex as the vines it controlled. One thing is certain: the danger isn’t over.

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[trulyyoursdevil]

I AM FIRE FULL OF DESIRE.

I am a fire, ablaze with desire,

Fierce, wild, and carefree, my soul on fire.

I long for love, yet built to conquer and roam,

With the world at my feet, I'll make my own home.

The moon's gentle light, a reflection of my soul,

Peace in my heart, a haven to make whole.

Love me, and I'll be your solace, your peaceful nest,

Hate me, and I'll be your foe, forever at unrest.

Don't take me for granted, for I am ice and flame,

Respect is the gift I crave, not just love's sweet name.

I am fire, full of desire, a force to be told,

Respect my heart, and I'll be yours, forever to hold.

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The Art Of Love

𝐀𝐫𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐥. 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐚 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐚 𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐑𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞, 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭, 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞. 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐮𝐬𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧'𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞, 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭, 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐞�� 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. 𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐜𝐡, 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡, 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬, 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤, 𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬, 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞. 𝐀𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐚, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐬, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬, "𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮," 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧, 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭, 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐧𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐬. 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲, 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐨𝐩𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐦 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝, 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐲, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐖𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐰𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐬. 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 , 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 "𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞''.

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝟖 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞: 𝐄𝐫𝐨𝐬, 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚, 𝐏𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐦𝐚, 𝐏𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚, 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞, 𝐋𝐮𝐝𝐮𝐬, 𝐏𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐚, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐀𝐠𝐚𝐩𝐞. 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐮𝐲. 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 ��𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧. 𝐈𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐢𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞.

Eros represents the kind of love that's based on passion and romantic feelings. Eros is a Greek god in Greek mythology. Eros can also be known as Cupid or amor. Eros is known to shoot an arrow of love into their heart's, this love is more lustful and based on desire/infatuation. This shows a sexual , and physical attraction to another. In astrology, this meaning is the same.

Eros 1h in your natal chart shows that you are who embodies the energy of eros. When others see you, they can feel as if they have been shot by the arrow of love. You can be someone who is romantic and loves pleasure.

Eros 7h synastry signifies a very sexuallly charged relationship without a doubt. The 7h person sees the eros person as very attractive. Sexual fireworks.... 🎆

Mania is just how it sounds, literally completely indulged into a person. Being locked and stuck on that person. This is infatuation and obsession. Think of a stalker, or kinda of a secret admirer. The perfect example of this is the show called "You" on netflix. In this show, the guy was obsessed and doing crazy things just so he could be with this girl that he was obsessed with. Some of us have been here, and many say that this isn't love, but it's just obsession. But at that time, and in that moment, it's what you know you love to be. This is not a healthy love 😐. Lovelock (51663) & Nessus (7066) are synonymous with mania love. Lovelock is less intense. It just shows love where you are locked on something and in love borderline obsessed with. Lovelock keeps coming around, and it shows where you don't want to give up on something that you love. Nessus takes the bait for mania, except this asteroid has not much to do with love but a lot to do with obsession & deviancy. Nessus is a lot of dark things but mainly we're focusing on obsession and desire. Nessus is in control and doing anything to get power. Nessus will and would do anything for something that it wants, whether it be money, love, etc.

Lovelock 1h in synastry shows that the lovelock person will be set on the 1h person. It will be hard for the lovelock person to move on from the 1h. The lovelock person will find themselves constantly thinking about the house person or even trying to find their way back into their lives. This can be bad or good depending on other aspects/overlays within the synastry & composite chart.

Nessus 1h/ conjunct asc, in synastry obviously this shows the nessus person will be very enamored to say the least by the 1h person. However, nessus will want control & power over the ascendant person. This is also an aspect that creates a STRONG, almost insatiable sexual attraction towards each other.

Pragma is love that feels committed, and it's love that is based on growth and stability. This is often seen between partners who have been together for a while, and you just begin to love them because of the solidarity and trust that is built. The asteroid I would associate with this one isn't necessarily love. However, it's Solidarity (8991). The name speaks for itself with this asteroid, which can give insight into where this energy may occur

For example:

Solidarity (8991) 4h in synastry: This shows that the solidarity person will bring great stability emotionally and within the home life. This is an indication of longevity due to the 4h representing roots and what feels comfortable. Therefore, this shows a very enduring familial relationship similar to pragma, over time of building, and becoming close. This can turn into a love that is very stable.

Philia is closeness. This is love between friends or siblings. This love is simply platonic. Compassion (8990) and Close (54902) are two great asteroids to explain this love.

For example:

Compassion 11h in synastry: Within this overlay what begins to unfold is literally compassion through companionship. The 11h person can genuinely become very compassionate and entrusting towards a compassionate person. Compassion in return gifts the house person with understanding through friendship.

Close 7h synastry: This overlay denotes a very close knitted relationship. The 7h person can feel deeply connected to the close person, and vice versa. There's an automatic connection and attraction, whether it be romantic or platonic.

Storge is an instinctual and parental love towards their children. This is love that just feels natural, not forced. You can't help but love them. An asteroid to be associated with this for us would be ceres. Ceres (1) is "parental love" known to be a motherhood asteroid, but we can see it being used for all parents since this asteroid also shows family relationships.

Ceres in 6h (natally) can indicate someone who cares a lot about the welfare of their children/family. They want to work and provide, and make sure the health of their children is good. They can make sacrifices just for their family and take on many responsibilities within day to day life. They want to be of service to others, and nurture others by doing this. Many sacrifices can be made for family.

Ceres in 5h (synastry), this is a very nice overlay to have. Firstly, this can boost fertility, and increase the want to procreate. Even if this is a romantic relationship, it's can show the 5h person has this strong love towards your children, and they feel very nurtured within this area of life because of you.

Ludus, it is the kind of love that is less serious - really, it's playful, it's cute like the 5h house. Its non committal, no strings attached. Ludus literally means "game", in latin, so this is very 5h coded. This is flirtatious and seductive. The kind of person you might only see once in a lifetime. Lust (4386) & Cupido (763) fit this perfectly. Lust is pure attraction and craving something or someone. Cupido is physical & playful attraction. This can be described as the first flicker of love. It's like, "I like you, but i'm not sure how far this will go," not saying it can't go past initial attraction.

Lust 1h in synastry shows an allure towards 1h person. They find 1h person to be the embodiment of hotness and can easily get turned on by the sight of them. It can feel uncontrollable....

Cupido 5h in synastry, this is cute. Honestly, perfect placement shows a definite physical attraction and sexual compatibility. Things get spicy, and Cupido and 5h are crushing hard on each other. Their bodies speak without words.

Philautia represents self-love, the most important love. You can only love others if you have COMPASSION, understanding, patience, and, of course, love for yourself first. This is about self care and your well-being. Philutia can turn into being overtly into yourself. Honestly, for this love, there's no asteroid we would associate with this. All love asteroids can be turned to be used within you. Venus within your own natal chart can show where you can practice self love, And develop philautia within yourself.

For example:

Venus in pisces may struggle with self-love. These natives need to spend time alone and get in touch with the soul. Their spirituality and creativity are great areas for them to cultivate and grow within. This mutable sign shows they need to get in touch with change and never get too settled. Stay fluid, and remind yourself you are young at heart. You have a gleam that is undeniable and otherworldly.

Venus in Cancer, self love comes from staying in tune with the feminine side of yourself. Simply put, you need to nurture yourself. As well as express your feelings. Reflecting on your past and roots for improvement is great for this placement.

Agape is a big favorite for us. This is unconditional love. It’s love for everyone without the need for anything extra. This is the highest form of love and is known as God's love. This love is sacrificial & selfless. Agapenor (5023) is the literal astrological embodiment of this. Within compatibility charts, this can show love that never fades because of the love on a soul level. And love for what the soul knows and recognizes within the other. This shows putting the other before yourself just because you genuinely want to. Another asteroid i would put within this category is the infamous valentine (447). This too, represents sacrificial love where you expect nothing in return.

Agapenor 7h in synastry: Unconditional love that is formed through the relationship. These two won’t forget about the other, it wouldn't feel natural to have ill will towards them.

Venus-Valentine synastry, strong deep loving connection. Willing to give it all up for love. Thid aspect within synastry makes you feel like you've been swept off your feet.

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433, 51663, 7066, 8991, 54902, 8990, 1, 763, 4386, 447, 5023

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[trulyyoursdevil]

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[retrotrait]

If you've been following me for a while, you'll know these are my very first OC'S, Anani and Simon. Unfortunately, I will not be continuing Love Notes, but I thought they deserved a happy ending.

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