Wilted flowers crumbled beneath quiet footfall, the duo having snuck out into the night. The smell of spices clung to the air, mingling with decaying plant and the scent of burn. They duck through the briar, branches grabbing at their cloths as if attempting to halt them from running away, but they ignore their dying pleads.
Miles pass, the pair unspoken, cold air inhaled and exhaled between them. The thrill of escape kept them warm, even as the near winter air bit them and snarled. One hour, finally they arrived at their first resting point.
Settled deep into the woods, the two climbed the ladder to a treehouse, settled on the thick branches of an oak tree. Both flushed with the heat of adrenaline and cold, they settled on the hard wooden floor, backs against the wall, giggles escaping their mouths as they ponder the idiocy of their midnight escape.
The smaller man reached his hand into his bookbag, bringing out a thermos of tea and a worn novel. When his partner pointed down in confusion at the two objects, he only replied, “I thought a story would be nice during our travels, and the tea will go cold if we do not drink it soon,” he reasoned.
The taller man let out a small laugh, unscrewing the top of the container and taking a small sip. While being a coffee person more over then a tea drinker, the warmth was exactly what he craved.
Fishing out a blanket from his own backpack, he laid it on top of them, finally allowing their wind ravaged muscles to relax. The smaller of the two let a small smile slip through his composer, leaning over to grab the tea from his partner, chuckling to himself as the man whines.
“Darlin, my hands are freezing,” he says, making a grabby motion for the thermos back.
“You must have packed for the coming seasons,” he replied, “did you bring no gloves?”
“Yeah, I did,” the taller man sighed, rummaging through his backpack, only to freeze after a few minutes of searching.
Without even looking up from his book, the smaller man launched a pair of gloves at the forgetful man, keeping his face impassive even though all he wanted to do was laugh at the stupidity of his partner.
“Thanks babe, you always know how ta’ take care of me,” the man said, slipping on the warm gloves.
“Quiet, your flirting will get you nowhere,” he chided back, turning to his book in hopes to hide his blush, “Now get over here, I will read a bit tonight.”
The two settled down for their rest on their first perfect night, hope in their hearts and minds, for better ahead.
Because most of us spend the majority
of our time indoors, NASA conducted a
Clean Air Study to determine which
common houseplants are the best for
filtering harmful toxins like ammonia
and formaldehyde from the air.
**Please note: Several of these plants are known to be toxic to cats, dogs and other pets. If you are a pet owner, please do check the toxicity of plants before introducing them to your home.**
“The difference between my sins and your sins is that when I sin I know I’m sinning while you have actually fallen prey to your own fabricated illusions. I am a siren, a mermaid; I know that I am beautiful while basking on the ocean’s waves and I know that I can eat flesh and bones at the bottom of the sea” 💀 my altar / crystal and seashell arrangement from last nights full moon rituals and cleansing 🌿🔮🐚✨