𝑺𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒆 𝑫𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒏

hell is a teenage girl.

/ PLEASEEEE

/ wolf transformation sl to keep my muse ? pretty please

will just stared at her, brows bumped together as he swiped the joint to hold between his teeth. with a slow inhale his brow quirked. “ firstly— this is weak as shit.” he held the joint back to her whilst exhaling. “ secondly, I've no idea what you're talkin’ about. ”

pouring tea into two mugs, she moved to the table. setting a mug in front of the young donovan, she exhaled a soft breath. “you don’t have a practice,” she spoke softly, just trying to offer some peace of mind to the young girl. —

suddenly . . he’s hungry.

“no one can take your magic from you, sadie. unless a really dark, evil person does it to you. i wouldn’t wish that upon anyone.” the kettle whistled, causing bonnie to slightly jump as she stood, taking it off the stove eye. “look, i know it’s a lot to take in. if you want —