Azriel looked up from his book. She was standing in the doorway to the library—frustrated, unsure.
“You never tell me I’m pretty. You never compliment my dresses or the style of my hair.” She crossed to him, hands fisted in the skirts of her cobalt dress. “Why not? Why don’t you give me compliments like the other males?”
Azriel blinked and put down his book. “Because… because compliments are just words, and you don’t need words.” He stood and walked until they were an arm’s length apart. His voice was soft, low. “When you feared for your life, I gave you a knife so you could defend yourself. When you were lost, I asked you to teach me to garden so you would have purpose, and a place. When you were too sad to move or speak, I sat with you so you’d know you were not alone. And when you are happy I am content to sit in silence, to watch and to be, and to not waste those moments with silly observations about your appearance.”
He took a step toward her. And than another.
Her breath grew heavy the closer he got. When at last they shared breath, she whispered, “And what if I w-wanted silly observations?”
He stroked a knuckle down her cheek, to trace her jaw. She stilled, the world so quiet she measured the moments by the pounding of her heart.
“Then I would tell you that no ode to your beauty could ever do justice, and it would not have driven Truth-teller into the Hybern king’s neck.”
He stroked that knuckle down the line of her throat, to the neckline of the dress, trailing it over the tops of her breasts.
“I would tell you that pretty words about how the color of your cobalt dress brings out the warmth in your eyes would not have helped ground you in a new life nor give you purpose.”
He twirled a golden curl around his finger, then slowly tucked it behind her ear.
“I would tell you that nothing could be gained from knowing how a loose curl, hanging near your neck, drives me mad beyond belief with wanting—to touch, to taste—because it would not have gotten you out of bed all those months ago, nor made you feel any less alone.”
He leaned in and every ounce of focus went to what he might do next, where he might touch her next. The entire world balanced on a razor’s edge… his hand found the side of her face and he leaned in. She stopped breathing.
“And I would tell you that I have been in love with you, Elain Archeron, for a very, very long time.”
Azriel gently pressed his lips to hers. It was quiet and strong and light—a silken caress. And it was a beginning of something she had no words to describe.
“You moved into the apartment next to mine and I can hear E V E R Y T H I N G you do”
“I was having a great day, then you football tackled me into a lake. I don’t CARE that I was almost assassinated, You AIMED for that lake.”
“I’ve noticed how much you love your garden and all your plants, and I don’t know how to flirt like other people so I may have accidentally asked you to teach me how to garden, but it’s the best part of my week.”
- Rachel was born in the spring of 1856. She was 18 years old when she married Vincent Phantomhive.
- Her favorite flowers are white and pink camellias. (In Japan the camellia symbolizes the coming of spring. In Victorian England, the camellia was received by young women during courtship to symbolize the beauty and “adorableness” of the recipient. So, Vincent pretty much sent these flowers to Rachel by the carriage-full until she gave in and decided to let him formally call on her. “Persistence,” Vincent would often say, “can be the difference between marriage and a lonely life of pathetic solitude.” —> To which Rachel would respond, “I wasn’t particularly charmed by your father but I had to do something before he drove the camellia flower into extinction.”)
- Due to her asthma and frail constitution, Rachel spent a lot of her time learning and practicing the arts. She was a gifted pianist, talented landscape painter, avid art historian, as well as model and muse to many luminaries—including the portraitist Sir John Everett Millais, who wrote, in a letter to his old friend Vincent Phantomhive, “By all creation!—never have I seen a fairer face than that of Miss [Rachel] Dalles…she is exquisite in form, delightful in conversation, and possesses, without the impudence of so many young ladies of beauty, the warm affability of one whose grace and culture is genuine, [and] without the excess pretension of societal expectation.”
- When Charles Dickens, in his old age, visited the Dalles family (his daughter, Mary, had been particularly close with the late Mrs. Dalles before she passed), took one look at a young Rachel and cried, “Have I fallen asleep, or is this a mere heavenly delight? There, standing before me—is that my Lucie Manette?”
- Yet despite these words of praise and adulation, Rachel wasn’t actually all that fond of the poetic or tranquil arts. In fact one of Rachel’s favorite things to do would be to make up raunchy, crude tales of adventure and excess with her sister, Ann. They would challenge each other: the story must be distasteful, awful, vulgar, and dumb but be disguised as a tale of epic romance and eloquence. As a result, Rachel became extremely skilled in the art of the double entendre. (Or, as Vincent would say, “My wife has a very particular gift of making me want to fall on bended knee and explore the delta of Venus until I have learned all its secrets and drunk my fill of honeyed wine.”)
- Rachel and Ann made up their own secret language when they were seven and used it to communicate with one another until Rachel’s death in the fire.
- Rachel was an amateur astronomer and Vincent, upon discovering this particular fact, commissioned a group of artisans from the University of Milan to build his young wife a telescope like none other.
- During late summer nights when the air was hot and sleep difficult to come by, Rachel would take the twins out to the garden and teach them how to stargaze. Using colored pencils (real!Ciel’s was red and our!Ciel’s was blue) they would write down their favorite constellations in a little leather-bound journal that had once belonged to Rachel’s mother. (Also why RC chose to model the Sphere Music Hall on various star types: he simply saw it as another way to taunt his younger brother. Yet OC, so deeply traumatized by the effects of the fire, blocked out these memories altogether.)
- Rachel was an avid coffee drinker and didn’t quite understand why everyone was so obsessed with boiling dead leaves.
- She and Vincent used to go sailing around the White Cliffs of Dover, with Rachel navigating. Early in their relationship, when Vincent didn’t know much about the delicate honey-blonde, Rachel offered to navigate the sailboat for him. When Vincent expressed doubt that she could do it, Rachel shoved his disbelieving ass into the water and sailed to shore by herself.
- Her beautiful appearance and sweet smile hid a strong heart and even stronger personality. Humorous, witty, clever, silly, and self-aware, Rachel was a uniquely warm exception to the porcelain-faced debutantes of Victorian society.
- Rachel never really understood why Ann was always so self-conscious. In Rachel’s eyes, her younger sister was a striking beauty with her snow-pale skin, blood red hair, full lips, and enviable bosom.
(“Come now Ann, I think this dress would suit you perfectly!”
“N-no! You’ve been reading far too much of that libertine’s novels! Just look at the neckline, Rachel—“
“You know what, you’re right? We need something to show off that magnificent chest of yours—honestly Ann, your breasts could save mankind.”)
- Rachel admired her formidable sister-in-law Frances Midford and always felt better knowing it was Frances who would be guarding her husband on his missions for the queen.
Instead of taking the Ring to Mordor, the Hobbits eventually invite Sauron to the Shire. They give him food, try to teach him to garden, drink, and generally refuse to take his dark lord shit until he gives up. it may or may not be because he got stuck in one of their homes and they refused to help him until he calmed down. afterwards they gave him tea and scones.
he does not live in the shire, but he does visit. when he crosses paths with gandalf, he punches him in the face. the hobbits do not approve, but ultimately decided its progress. or maybe just some weird ainur tradition.
it’s not so much that he “sees the light” but cannot understand their resiliency and their refusals of immense power. it’s more of an impasse than a win. he cannot understand why their prime use of his ring was for pranks, but he begrudgingly accepts it.
his invitation was a little gift basket and a fancy hand inked card. the courier met the mouth at the gates of mordor. wasn’t really sure what to do. none of the orcs really knew, either. nobody sends gift baskets to mordor. they give it to their master. no one invites him anywhere, so i guess. i mean. ???? why not accept. he does appreciate the politeness after all.
Michonne and Maggie setting up with Carl would include :
(Woooo more prompts! Hope it is as requested and you all like it :3 Gif not mine/found it on google/credit to the original owners.)
-Them both seeing you two getting along quite well and how much you seem to worry for one another, thinking that you must like each other a lot they’d come up with their own plan to get you both together
-Michonne asking Carl to handle Judith for the day, only to send you to help him as she’d casually mention to you that he’ll be alone with her for the day and might need your help
-Maggie teaching Carl to garden and pretending to get frustrated at him and instead asks you to teach him on how to properly do it
-Michonne asking you to keep an eye on Carl in case he ever leaves on his own, only for you to end up following him and having to tag along to try and get him back
-Maggie asking you to help her lifting up some heavier things, only to push Carl over and egg him on to help you out
-Michonne mentioning to you that you’re welcomed to hang out in the attic where all the games and comics are, only to usually find Carl right there as well
-Maggie always finding something to compliment about your looks and usually nudging Carl to take notice as well, encouraging him to do the same as her
-Michonne telling Rick to help her out and come out with some plans to get you both to spend even more time
-Maggie asking Glenn for his help and him just making things awkward as he’d forget himself and point out the obvious
-You both ending up finding their behaviors to be strange yet laughing about it as you’d come to the same conclusion
It was never easy telling someone their ‘perfect little angel’ was a bit of a monster. Especially when said ‘angel’ was likely this way due to improper parenting.
I knew this would be the case the moment I brought up Rachel’s behavioral issues to her mother, Eliza Jane.
Eliza was the daughter of a wealthy recluse, their family had been involved in medical business for apparently the last century. They owned several hospitals and even helped design some of the newest state of the art equipment. Things that could create the absolute smallest incisions with no scarring.
But with wealth can come pride. Entitlement.
“This isn’t a laughing matter, ma’am. We need to talk about your daughter’s behavior towards others.”
Like they’re both tough af on the battle field but when they’re alone together they’re….so in love
Calypso will often catch Reyna sneaking a not so subtle long glance at her with the widest eyes and the cutest little smirk. Calypso will just smile and kiss her girlfriend.
Calypso will go out of her way to touch Reyna. She’s proposed more hair braiding than Reyna could count. Reyna always gives in though cause she loves the feeling of Calypso’s hands holding hers or in her hair.
Calypso teaches Reyna how to garden, which she never really liked much before Calypso
Reyna calls Calypso “Callie”
They always look like they’re planning something and the other campers are afraid
Calypso pulls Reyna closer with her braid and kisses her
She also makes flower crowns and Reyna loves them.
Reyna overheard someone make a joke about how “Calypso was way too soft for Reyna, she was softening her too.” The girls had to hold eachother off. How they did that nobody knows.
Although still mortal, Calypso retained her magic and Reyna is mesmerized by what she can do.
The first time Calypso saw Reyna her face was redder then it had ever been.
Calypso: Why didn’t they send girls to my island? Were they too stunning?!
Leo: *laughing uncontrollably* you’ve got it bad my friend
They forehead touch aLL THE TIME
And forehead kisses…those are a good
Calypso: If I run and jump at Reyna, she is sure to catch me Reyna: NO I’M HOLDING COFFEE *proceeds to catch Calypso and drop the coffee*
They both dressed up in Roman togas for Halloween night at CJ. It wasn’t long before someone found them making out with a toga sleeve slipped over their shoulders behind some decoration.
Calypso writes poems and Reyna could listen to them all day
Reyna’s been through a lot so on days when she’s not feeling that good Calypso puts in a movie and cuddles with her under three blankets. (with a lot of kisses too)
They win “Cutest Couple At Camp Jupiter” like…every year
The Domestic Garden Witch: Playtime for Witchlings!
So maybe you’re a college witch with limited space and money, limited to the one window in your dorm. Or, maybe you’re a witch without extensive backyard space who wants to start up a magical garden. Perhaps you’re a kitchen witch who wants the freshest herbs right at her fingertips.
For many witches, having a garden seems to be a bit of a no-brainer. After all, plants and magic go hand-in-hand. Plus, when thinking of a witch, it’s hard not to think of a cottage in the woods with a little vegetable garden out front. Unfortunately for the majority of us, our cottage in the woods is a tiny flat, and our garden out front is a windowsill with limited space.
This is when it comes time to embrace your craftiness and bring your garden indoors! Not only does it place your garden in a convenient location, it also allows you to freshen the air, recycle what would otherwise harm the earth, and embrace your witchy green thumb!
Garden Witchcraft for Families
While not all of us have children, those of us who do certainly enjoy bringing a bit of happiness and engagement into their life! And for some, witchcraft can be a point of bonding for parent and child. As in any activity, we want our children to learn, and creating this tub garden teaches about responsibility in growing plants, as well as keeping their imaginations active, and if part of a witchy family, can teach them how to have a bit of a witchy green thumb, as well!
This project is fairly simple, requiring only a decently large tub, gravel, a drill, a few plants, soil, and a bit of mulch and water.
Start by drilling a few drainage holes into the bottom of the tub, then add a layer of gravel to help promote drainage. Then, fill the tub with a decent layer of soil and add your plants! Water, then add a layer of mulch, as well as any decorations you might want!
It’s best not to place too many plants, as the idea behind this garden is to give kids the option of playing with toys inside of the tub - their own fantasy forest or jungle that they have access to.
How Can I Witch This?
The possibilities are near endless, but the greatest witchy benefit here is sharing it with children. Use the tub to help teach them about different herbs and what they can be used for! If they help make the garden, guide them in creating a sigil or symbol for health, prosperity, and growth for the plants. Decorations are just as varied, but if you want to go with a faerie garden, crystals are ideal! Teach about what the different crystals mean, and urge the kiddo to create his own crystal grids in the garden!
But the greatest magic of all in this project, I feel, is allowing a child to know that it’s good to embrace his or her imagination. Encourage that creativity, and take joy in the pleasure they gain from playing in their own homemade garden!
I went with Jun! medieval AU is a broad concept so I hope you like this mess..? 😘 ♥ bullet points just because I can.
right so you’re a part of the nobility and your parents work for the royals in such positions that you, along with your siblings, live in the castle
you’d honestly be pretty good friends with the princesses and other nobles like yourself, and generally everyone in the castle has taken a liking to you, especially the ones who have seen you grow up from a 2-year-old toddler into a gorgeous young lady
when you were younger you probably didn’t pay that much attention to all the people in the castle, especially those of a lower class than yours because that was how you were brought up
but then comes the day you’re out with two of your fellow nobles, walking in the courtyard, and see a handsome young man chopping wood
his hair is dark brown and a bit messy, and his upper body was toned from likely years of physical work, which you could tell all too obviously with him wearing no shirt
you’re barely able to hold your tongue when you’re already asking, “Who is he?”
one of your friends smiles at you and places a hand on your arm
“I think his name is Junhui? He’s a new hire, who does practically anything, I’ve heard. He may be handsome, but… that’s about all I know, my dear.”
you find yourself nodding, but there’s something about Junhui that really piques your interest, and it’s not just the playful look he gives you when he wipes sweat off his forehead and notices that you’re staring at him
while you hadn’t noticed him before that - part of it being because he was indeed new - after the first sight, you were unable to not see him
it felt like every time you as much as looked out of the window of the hallway, he was there, doing whatever work he could get his hands on
and even when you went outside, you felt like you always ended up where he was working
it’s not that you minded, really, but it only made it so much more difficult to ignore him
he’d get a lot of praise from practically everyone for his great work ethics and amicable personality, and every now and then you’d hear snippets of stories about him
most of the time you’d find yourself smiling a little as you listened to those, because the more you heard, the more he seemed like a good guy
unless it was one of the older noble ladies expressing their desire for him, which never failed to make you feel ill
one day you’re seated on a bench in the courtyard with a cross-stitch on your lap, trying to focus on it more than the fact that Junhui is approaching your direction with a large tub in his hands
however, when he’s about to pass by, you put your work down and stand up
“E-excuse me,” you begin, your heart beating rapidly in your chest, and it definitely doesn’t calm down when Junhui turns around and gives you a sweet smile with a playful glint in his eyes. “I was just…”
“Is there something you need, milady?”
you feel so intimidated, so exposed under his mischievous stare, but somehow manage to blurt out, “I was thinking if you could… uh, teach me about the garden sometime. I’m interested in the flowers.”
Junhui quirks his eyebrows and takes the smallest step closer to you. “A noblewoman who wants to learn about gardening?”
you give him a quick nod, at which he chuckles
“As you wish, milady. I’ll see you around, lady..?”
“Y/N,” you say quickly, your cheeks undoubtedly heating up, and force a smile
Junhui nods and with a quick wave, continues his way to the shore, where he’s already got a big pile of laundry to wash
and it’s just that much more difficult to focus on your cross-stitch when you’ve got a drenched, handsome young man like him nearby
it only gets worse when he takes off his shirt and your eyes just happen to be aimed at him a lot more often than on your work
it’s at that point that you decide to move back into the castle, so that you could both finish your work (and before your thoughts could go any further)
Junhui would’ve noticed approximately all of the glances you threw at him, because he was stealing some at you, too, and so when you left, you left behind a widely grinning, jolly worker who still had many hours of laundry ahead of him
but those hours in all honesty go by faster than he expected, because he spends most of that time thinking about you
one of the next days, you’d finally spot him in the garden and, without much of a second thought, join him there
“You really came,” Junhui says almost incredulously when he notices you, and turns to you
“Of course I did, I take pride in keeping my word,” you say a bit defensively, which earns you a chuckle from Junhui
“I didn’t mean it like that. I’m sorry if I upset you, milady,” he says, his voice a bit softer than earlier, and you find your heart melting just a little
“You didn’t,” you say hurriedly and avoid his gaze because how is it so piercing?
he proceeds to lead you further into the garden, and you listen in fascination as he tells you little facts about each plant and flower while tending them
there’s something about his voice and the way he smiles every now and then that really gets to you, and you honestly never thought you’d be as eager to hear about flowers as you are then
you’ve gone through maybe half of the garden when Junhui stops and turns to you, smiling
“Should you really be spending this much time with someone like me, milady?”
you blush a little and turn your attention to the flowers
“I don’t… see it as a problem. I like learning.”
he chuckles and turns to the flowers, too. “But really. A noblewoman spending hours in the garden with a worker? Do you know how many eyes are on us at this very moment?”
your eyes widen at that, because he has a point, and you should’ve realized it all much earlier
and yet there is no denying that there was something about him that has caught your interest inevitably badly, and you don’t want to simply stay away from him
as you remain silent, unable to say anything, Junhui chuckles and carefully cuts a rose from the bush in front of you, bright red in color
“This is for you. Consider it a gift of gratitude for keeping me company. It’s been a great pleasure, Lady Y/N.”
your eyes slowly move from the flower to Junhui’s eyes, and you’re met with an amount of warmth you were definitely not expecting
“T-thank you, Junhui,” you manage to say and begin to leave the garden
he follows you with his gaze, and the smallest of smiles plays on his lips
there’s definitely something about you
after that, the two of you spend more time together - much more than a noblewoman like you should be spending with someone like him
but you enjoy his company, so you defy all the judging glances
besides, you have assured your parents nothing would happen between the two of you, so in the end your conscience is clear, even if they still don’t approve
you’d often be doing your own work while he did his, and you’d talk about a bit of this and that, little by little getting to know each other
sometimes you discuss your lives, with Junhui sharing the hardships he’s come past and you sharing some of your experiences in the court, but sometimes you discussed something much less serious, such as court gossip or what you were looking forward to when seasons changed
the more you learn about him and his past, the more fondly you think of him, and the more he learns about you, the more he finds himself looking forward to being with you
needless to say, you’re at your most distracted whenever Junhui does something physical, because that was exactly when your eyes couldn’t help but move up and down his body, observing the way his muscles move
Junhui chuckles every time
“You might want to be a bit more subtle, milady, as flattering as your stare is.”
you blush furiously, and through your stammering Junhui’s only able to make out “I didn’t”, which he laughs off, because yes you did
your promise to your parents is on some very thin ice, because the more time you spend with Junhui, the more you wish something did happen between the two of you
and your heart only beats more for him at the times when you enter your room and see a bouquet of flowers on your desk, beautiful yet simple, with a note from Junhui that either had a small poem or a short message
even if the voice at the back of your head nags about how you’re supposed to marry well
it’s early spring when you join Junhui for a trip to the village
you take a horse, with you sitting in front of him, and it’s quite likely the most exciting yet nerve-wrecking time of your life when you practically have his arms around you
you buy some essentials he needs for his work, and you give in and give some money to some poor families, which Junhui observes in curiosity
before you leave the village, Junhui takes you between two buildings and, bolder than ever, takes a hold of your hand
“Junhui?” you ask, your heart hammering inside of your chest, as you look into his unreadable eyes, closer to yours than they had ever been
“I have a problem,” he starts, his voice sounding thick, and there’s a sad hint to his smile. “Milady, I’m afraid I feel more for you than I should.”
and you honestly feel like your heart stops in that very moment
you’re about to say that he’s not alone with that issue, but Junhui lets go of your hand and gently brings his forefinger close to your lips, not daring to touch them
“Don’t say anything.”
so you don’t say anything
and instead wrap your arms around him and hide your face in his chest