by Bowi » Tue Aug 21, 2018 7:46 am
i have a dark brown, in summer it touches up and might go into the blonde range with it's highlights, i want to dye a streak of it dark green cause' it's my colour, but my mom won't allow it.
I can feel it in the earth,
smell it in the air,
the world is different.
'Why do I get them- Why do they get me?'
"It's our magic, it tethers us to them, our arcanum is shared."
'I don't like them'
"They aren't like us."
'I'm scared, keep them away? just for the night.'
"Always, Moonlight."