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A spell to to help aid in forgetting and letting go of the past. Inspired by Marina and the Diamonds song “Forget”.
(Note: I made this mostly to aid in my breakup)
New Moon or a Sunday
Music (Forget: Marina and the Diamonds)
Sun Water (self esteem, truth, enlightenment)
White Candle (positive energy)
Black Candle (banishing negative energy)
Camphor oil (letting go)
Sandalwood oil (healing)
-Light the black and white candle and play Marina and the diamonds “Forget”
-Burn the oils and say the meanings of each oil as you put sigils of forgiveness and forgetting on your body or around you in Sun water
-Say a set of lyrics from the song that relate to you most,
“I’m gonna leave the past behind
I’ve had enough, I’m breaking free
No pressing stop, erase, rewind
That chain of thought that followed me”)
-After this meditate on the past and what you want to get through
-One you are done relax and let your candles burn out
Franz Xaver Winterhalter, Empress Elisabeth of Austria in County Gala Dress with Diamond Stars, 1865, oil on canvas, Hofburg Palace, Vienna. Source
I’ve just finished reading Daisy Goodwin’s ‘The Fortune Hunter’, which was inspired by Empress Elisabeth, or ‘Sisi’, of Austria. She was known for her beauty and obsession with youthfulness, spending several hours a day receiving treatments designed to maintain her looks. In Winterhalter’s portrait, Sisi wears dazzling diamond stars in her hair.
Liquid nitrogen, eyes like cracked crystal and mouth as sharp and swift as a butcher knife.
Frozen, her harsh words and cutting laughter like an effervescent reminder that you wouldn’t stand a chance.
Not to mention the biggest case of RBF he’d ever come across.
(Resting Bitch Face).
She’d walk, more like strut, across the weight room and know that everyone was staring at her, for all the wrong reasons, and she’d toss her watered hair to the side like she didn’t care.
And she probably didn’t.
She’d get whistles, taunts, asks, admirers, and still she’d just tilt her head to the side and smile because she knew she had everybody in the palm of her hand.
Ice, ice cold.
She was hot.
Sweat would gleam at every angle, like a well oiled diamond. Her hair would boil like the water it resembled and just glimmer in the positioned lighting by the treadmills.
Every day she’d snag everyone’s eyeballs, hook them onto a leash and drag them behind her as she ran laps around the track, her assets bouncing and all the eyes that followed her would sweat with nervousness.
Yes, she was a spectrum of temperatures, ranging from the pits of mount doom to the top of a wintered mountain.
“I’m gonna do it.”
Gray sighed, and decided to remind his long-time friend one more time.
“No you’re not.”
He had endured the endless hours of Lyon’s admiration for her. Spent days discussing just how shiny her hair was and just how perky her ass looked on particular Saturday mornings like today.
Frankly, he was getting sick of her.
“Yes, I am.” Lyon said, much more sure than before. Gray didn’t believe him for a second. This had happened yesterday, and the day before, and the months before, even down to the day when she first began to come to the dinky YMCA meant for seniors and fatties.
“Then go.” Gray motioned, noticing that she had just finished her cool down and strolled over to the water fountain to refill her bottle.
“O-ok! I’m going, I’m going!” Lyon yelled, half in excitement and half in annoyance.
He made the slow, and perilous journey to the drinking fountain, encountering terrors like a mysterious puddle of unidentifiable body fluid pooled by the yoga mats, and the ever growing spot of mold in the ceiling above the bench press.
Finally, he reached the prize, the ice cold blazing hot diamond, filing her water bottle up with a sigh of contempt and a bored expression.
Lyon cringed at the intensity of the voice crack, wishing to melt into water and join the rest of it into the girl’s water bottle, his only chance of ever touching her lips.
Which, were now, pursed and shiny with irritation.
“W-well, I had an important…question…that I’d like to take up with you.” He stammered, attempting to straighten his posture but failing.
The girl adjusted her position, looking down on Lyon and knowing every trick in the book to emasculate him.
It was now that Gray noticed how tall she was, long, slender legs adding to every inch of feministic beauty that Lyon so wished to have in his arms.
“Alright.” She said crisply, blinking innocently yet Gray could see the crouched cat behind them, ready to chew Lyon up and spit him back into the water fountain.
Oh well. He was going to have to learn somehow.
“Would you uh…would you…uh…mind…” He trailed off…he’s losing it…he’s losing it…
“Telling me you name?”
She sighed, like she was gravelly disappointed that this was going to go on.
Juvia? How interesting.
Lyon sighed in relief, afraid she’d rip his head off just for standing too close to her.
“I’m Lyon. It’s nice to meet boobs. I mean you!”
Ah…shit. He blew it. He blew it big time.
Her face darkened like an approaching storm.
“Nice to meet your boobs too.” She sneered, looking at Lyon’s chest and Gray was honestly expecting a pair of knockers to spontaneously appear.
“Uh uh uh I’m so sorry! I meant you…I just…”
“Slipped?” Juvia asked, her perfectly trim eyebrows raised in an amused fashion. She was probably enjoying watching him squirm.
Gray would be lying if he said he wasn’t.
“I mean…I mean yes.” Lyon gasped for air like a goldfish on the counter.
She made a humming sound before turning away abruptly.
“Wha…so…I’m sorry…” Lyon apologized, but she didn’t bother to turn around, only continued on her way to the coffee table.
Lyon’s horrified face finally bursted Gray’s bubble of tranquility and he started laughing like a maniac.
“Oh…god…that was…that was a disaster…oh god…why didn’t I…film it….” Gray gasped, resting his hands on his knees to keep himself from tipping over.
Lyon got even paler and looked like he was about to pass out.
“Do…do you think I still have a chance…?”
Gray laughed even harder.
“Sure…sure Lyon…how long do women hold grudges, a day or two?” Gray joked, but Lyon just looked crushed.
“W-well what should I do? Apologize?” Lyon squeaked, the same high pitched voice he got whenever he was agitated.
“Nope. Nope. Bad idea.” Gray shook his head vigorously.
“Ugh…I’m such an idiot…” Lyon mumbled into the palm of his hand.
“Got that right. I’ll go apologize for you.” Gray said nonchalantly, although he did have a few alterior motives…
What was it about this girl that made her totally unreadable? Cold, hot, warm? He had to try it for himself.
She stirred her over sugared coffee, watching the cream swirl with the liquid calmly.
“Uh…excuse me? Sorry, I’m Gray. Lyon’s…er…friend.” He said, a bit guiltily.
She turned and regarded him smoothly. He could sense the judgment immediately, but took it like a man because he was afraid that if he said anything he’d screw up royally like Lyon.
Finally, her eyes stopped scanning and she leaned her hip against the coffee counter, giving Gray the subtle implication that she would listen to what he had to say.
Before speaking, he briefly wondered what her judgment of him was. The less creepy friend who was polite, but still a little weird.
He supposed he’d never know.
“I’d like to apologize on his behalf. He’s been kind of…enamored with you, and he was beyond nervous, so…” please don’t eat him for breakfast.
She did the complete unexpected.
Her icy manner changed, and she offered him a small, warm smile.
“I could tell.”
He smiled back a little bit, the rare oddity was a bit infectious.
“So…please don’t take it out on him. He’s mentally damaged.” Gray lied, but he had recalled Lyon’s mom mentioning a couple glasses of wine while pregnant with Lyon…
“I’ll keep that in mind.” She said, her lips still curved into that mysterious smile. She then let her eyes scan him again, maybe for a second judgment…?
Or was she…checking him out?
He felt a sudden sense of pride, the famous YMCA ice queen had shown faint interest in him. Take that Lyon!
“I guess I’ll see you and white Bill Cosby around.” She bit her lip a little bit and winked.
Gray blinked, stunned.
He let the small amount of information sink in. It took a while, considering the information was so…shocking.
Finally, he came to a simple concensus.
He was coming to the gym ore often.
figured I should finish this bunny cake before I started any other requestss