𝘋𝘈𝘝𝘐𝘕𝘈—

“sometimes, the line between a coven and a cult is far more fragile than one might think.” he’s seen it far too many times- covens turning against one another or living in fear. and all it takes is one person who happens to be persuasive enough, and usually full of hate. “it’s

@ 𝘬𝘰𝘭𝘮𝘪𝘬𝘢𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘰𝘯 replied: scarier than the real deal🐺

@ 𝘵𝘰𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺𝘬𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘣 has replied: i would never dare to deny such a thing😌

“you’re davina claire, the harvest girl who told a whole coven to shove it. every witch has heard your story by now.” it was not far from the truth. witches loved to gossip. it was an old stereotype that coincidentally happened to be true- and even he was not able to escape

you were destined for me. perhaps as a punishment.

“i could make you a playlist of what i like,” he suggests, trying to push back the urge to scan his surroundings every five minutes. “then continue my very scientific judgement of your taste.” he jokes as he makes his way through the open door. he knew finn would be

shoulders roll into a shrug. “i reckon that would be for 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 to decide.” a subtle smile lingers on his lips as he meets her gaze, blue eyes gleaming with mischief. “a local, eh?” he points out, “turning down such advice would only make me a bloody fool.” he admits.