๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ( ๐๐๐๐ ); ๐ข ๐ค๐ฐ๐ญ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ค๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ข๐บ ๐ด๐ต๐ข๐ณ๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด ๐ง๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฎ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ 1998 ๐ง๐ช๐ญ๐ฎ. ๐ค๐ฉ๐ข๐ฏ๐จ๐ฆ ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ด ๐ฆ๐ต๐ค. ๐ข๐ด ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฅ. ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ข๐ด๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ฐ ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ด๐ต ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ข๐ญ๐ธ๐ข๐บ๐ด ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฃ๐ญ๐ฐ๐จ ๐ง๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฎ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ๐ค๐ฆ.
when you hear the sound of the deathwatch beetle the person you love is doomed to die.
In this house we have chocolate cake for breakfast.
But with the sweets comes the sour.
Spare me.
____ died of a broken heart.
let's go inside and do some spells.
get the book.
ย i can't think about anything else. i don't sleep.
perhaps, you might find one better suited.
i don't want anyone else.
i want them to want me so much they can't stand it.
be careful what you wish for.
i hope i never fall in love.
i can't wait to fall in love.
i thought you never wanted to fall in love.
that's the point. the person I dreamed of doesn't exist. and if they doesn't exist, i'll never die of a broken heart.
do you love them enough to marry them?
oh, come on, what's enough?
i feel like I'll never see you again.
of course you will. You can see me again.ย
we'll grow old together. It'll be you and me living in a big house.
i bet we die on the same day.
you swear?
I need your pocketknife
my blood. your blood. our blood.
i guess the roto-rooter man's history.
hello, darling, how are you?
god, i miss them.
all I want is a normal life.
when are you going to understand that "normal" is not necessarily a virtue? it rather denotes a lack of courage.
well, it's what I want.
ย i hear you. don't.
look out behind you! on your right!
it was the curse, wasn't it? they died because i loved them so much!
well, I did. and i want them back.
you brought them into my life. you bring them back! i have never asked you for anything ! i never asked for spells, but do this! you can bring them back.
no, dear. you don't do that!
you can do this. i know you can. i remember.ย
ย even if i did bring them back, it wouldn't be them. it'd be something else. something dark and unnatural.
i donโt care what they come back as. as long as they come back.
i was just thinking about you.
you're always thinking about me.
ย i was really, really happy.
they have this whole dracula-cowboy thing about them.
ย i hope you get chickenpox.
whats wrong with you? we do not cast and we do not toy with people's lives. do you understand? this is not a game.
sometimes i feel there's a hole inside me an emptiness that, at times seems to burn.
i think if you lifted my heart to your ear, probably you could hear the ocean.
i just want someone to love me. i want to be seen.
maybe I've had my happiness.
ย nudity is entirely optional, as you well remember!
ย blood on the moon!
where's my tiger's eye? it brings me luck. i left it. i got to get my tiger's eye!
the belladonna is in my bag.
louis lโamor by the way is not a foreigner! heโs from north dakota , you asshole!ย
give me the bottle before i plow you into a truck just to get you to shut up!
i wasn't using a measuring cup! he tried to kill you!
ย i just had no one else to turn to.
we have to go to the police. It was self-defense.
the old slowly-poison-him-to-death self-defense?
its not like he's going to stay fresh. itโs now or never.
oh please. since when is being a slut a crime in this family?
you self-centered shrew!
it was a very personal letter.
iโm not going to beat around the bush.
i have a question or two.
belladonna. It's a sedative. people put it in their tea to relax, calm their nerves.
some people also use it as a poison.
you should come here on Halloween. youโd really see something. we all jump off the roof and fly.
ย do you have any idea how strange this all sounds to me?
magic isn't just spells and potions.
wish you could believe in me.
i assume you don't want pancakes.
we just stick to our stories. no body, no crime.
that's all you can think about, isn't it? you.
itโs all about you.
i don't want to fight.
don't walk away from me. iโm sick and tired of cleaning up your messes.
yeah, youโre right. youโre always right. iโm just a mess. just one big mess!ย
ย at least iโve lived my life and you hate me for it because it scares the hell out of you.
ย all my life, I've wished I had half your talent.
i want you out of here. i want you done.
ย iโll tell you how i did it, where i buried him, what i did it with. iโll tell you how
ย hold on just a goodamn second, all right?
i took on oath to uphold the law. i came here to bring in the bad guy because generally that's what i do.
ย the reason you're here and you don't know why is because i sent for you.
youโre saying what I'm feeling is just one of your spells?
yeah. its not real and if you stay, i wouldn't know if it was because of the spell and you wouldn't know if it was because i didn't want to go to prison.
you know, all relationships have problems.
why don't you do what you do and what I do. and we'll see where we end up. okay?
ย curses only have power when you believe in them and i don't.
you know what? i wished for you too.
you can't practice witchcraft while you look down your nose at it.
we need a full coven.
here is the thing. iโm a witch!
stay with me.
we're supposed to die together, remember? the same time. you promised me that and this is not that day.
ย i got a worm with your name on it. you thirsty?
can love travel back in time and heal a broken heart?
there are some things i know for certain. always throw spilled salt over your left shoulder. keep rosemary by your garden gate. plant lavender for luck and fall in love whenever you can.
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โโhow amusing that tharja would share that very same sentiment about him. ; she'd much rather be known as some stuck - up, closed off witch who gives sorcerers a bad name than one who seems to relish in the attention and swarms of adoring villagers for his oh so good deeds. to wear the profession like a crown, both literally and figuratively, never sat quite right with her. judgements were to be made, and being of a judgmental nature at a fault, it was almost natural to stick her nose up high at the king.
โโat face value, the mage knew less than little of where magnifico had actually came from or the person he was at his core. whispers carry through the cold breeze and reach assumptious ears. to her, a royal of presumably blue blood had dipped his toes in matters far beyond his control and had made a flourishing name for himself out of it. it made her scowl.
โโmaybe, with a story to the name, she could come to some sort of understanding. sympathy, even. for a childhood so cruel, for the heavy - lifting and emotional tolls that magic brings. ; tharja had been born into this, after all. her mind had been plagued by darkness ever since she was old enough to comprehend it. a weight seeped in normality, discomfort so comforting.
โโโโโโโ what could some royal possibly know about that ?
โโhe wasn't budging, feet seemingly planted firm to the wooden boards. so much for taking things outside. she certainly wasn't going to allow petty attitudes to potentially destroy the implements lining her shelves.
โโan exasperated huff befalls her lips, opting to lean against the countertop and cross her arms. so much for slinging fireballs. " i heard everything i needed to hear. whatever ... devotion spell you have cast over your subjects to make them kiss the ground you walk on that much ? i want no part of it. the last thing i need is a monarch with too much time on his hands telling me he understands the arts as well as i do. "
The truth of the matter is that this particular . . . breed of magic user is not actually one with which King Magnifico is unfamiliar. He muses to himself that itโs attitudes like hers that give sorcerers and the like a bad name: that condescension and air of knowing and being better simply because she can wiggle her fingers to cast a spell or two, throw a few ingredients together to create a potion that could perform wonders beyond any regular personโs dreams . . .
And, yes, sounds familiar: Magnifico is not quite that lacking in self-awareness, but the stark difference . . . ?
He does know better.
And he hasnโt spent countless years poring over book after book, laboring over spell after spell, perfecting everything about himself to ensure the perfection of Rosas to be told off by some feral spellcaster believing she had even a finger on the pulse of his work, his skillsโ
Him as King.
(And a ruler who worked to achieve said position rather than being born into it, at that.)
Theyโve both touched a nerve or two here. Perhaps more. Though the sharp-tongued magician holds her ground and faces him as if heโs little more than some stray cat scratching at her door, Magnifico still notes how her jaw sets, her lips curl into a sneer expressive enough to prove something in this matters. He hums listlessly at her suggestion, and a shrug rolls out a prior cut of grace and poise in his shoulders. No need for manners, anymore.
โNow, now. Lets not get worked up,โ he drawls, barely resisting an overly obvious roll of his eyes while his attention drifts to his surroundings. โItโs actually . . . rather curious. It would seem we each have stories circulating about us, and while itโs been made rather obvious what Iโve heard about youโโMagnifico arches a brow at herโโI wonder what it is youโve heard about me that makes you so . . . skeptical about my abilities.โ
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