#[ one day i will have super meaningful tags for those last two ships omf ]

[whosxafraid]

Borrowed Writing Prompt Meme Day 5 : Lavender Verse: A Wolf In Wool Cloth || A Mortally Modern AU Featured: @brooklynislandgirl | @quothesquills | @macdiari | @damhsagreine

There’s a silence that takes over when the would be king sends all scattering. A tension in the air so thick the slightest misstep could snap it in two. Trigger the volcano that will level cities with its earth quakes. Swallow cities with its tsunami. They know because they’ve seen it. A few of them. The select few that know the truth. The singular that can sooth the monster no matter the cause of the rage. That creates a far different point of contention to gather between the molecules. But none dare to look that particular cold war in the eye. To worried about remaining aside the reigning demon than in his path. 

Whispers between the few trusted to keep the place in order. Feet that are practiced in the ways of moving without shattering the quiet that stretches beyond the dark heavy wood doors. And if they were to give name to their salvation without ever having seen her face--many would say lavender. Because it both proceeds and chases her own steps. Willow-o-wisp like as she is, though far different words are applied.

Soothsayer.         Enchantress.              Witch of Brooklyn.

But to him she is none those things. To him she is carried on a imagined mist of relief. Shelter from the onslaught both of his own making and not. Shelter instead of a break wall to crash against him with the same fury. One that smells of soil, berries, oils--all the good things of the earth that he is not. Might have been once. But not now that the rot has taken root. Made him a smoked mirror image of a brother in another life. A shared madness across so many realms he knows not at all exist. Realms that if put to task--many might find perhaps that it not his fault. Many might bring to light the sins of others that he was made to bear. In cost to how greatly he was loved.

But it isn’t just the scent of her that works to ease. No it is other things. The contact of skin with not else but her salves between. The smoke that rises and twists and carries the sweetened tang into his nostrils. Works from the inside out as she does from the outside in. Dulls the pain of scars wrought in mind and body. Hushes the fear no one else is allowed to see. Takes away the instruments of his own self destruction. and lulls the pain thirsting mania to sleep. 

It doesn’t fix it.         No, never fix.                Fixing is for broken things.                        And a mad prince is anything but broken.                                Just as a witch is so much more than lavender.

#brooklynislandgirl #quothesquills #macdiari #damhsagreine #Blood Words Promised || Beth and Luka #Love The Way You Lie || Anya and Luka #tbd || Lugh and Luka #tbd || Lorcan and Luka #[ one day i will have super meaningful tags for those last two ships omf ] #A Wolf In Wool Cloth || A Mortally Modern AU #Wolves Do Not Lose Sleep Over The Opinions Of Sheep || Que