JUNE MOONE

JUNE MOONE


BLACK AS THE MOON

WITCHES COVEN
"I use to kick it with lucifer

independent, mutual, and highly selective rp blog for June Moone A.K.A the enchantress indie-suicide squad roleplay,

THE ENCHANTRESS
If this what you truly want? I can wear her skin…over mine. Her hair, over mine. Her hands as gloves. Her teeth as confetti. Her scalp, a cap. Her sternum, my bedazzled cane. We can pose for a photograph. All three of us, immortalized. You and your perfect girl. I don’t know when love became elusive. What I know is no one I know has it. My father’s arms around my mother’s neck. Fruit too ripe to eat. think of lovers as trees…growing to and from one another. Searching for the same light. Why can’t you see me? Why can’t you see me? (Why can’t you) Why can’t you see me? Everyone else can.
WRITTEN BY: TALIA
anck su namun
I MET GOD SHES BLACK
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THEME


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 Send 💤 for my muse reaction to yours resting their head in their lap.

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       Vera sat with her legs folded underneath her, cellphone in her right hand glancing between the device, and the television. Spongebob was on and as silly and quite childish the show may be, it brought some form of joy to the brunette. The faint sound of feet approaching from the distance made her look away from the cell phone screen to see her lover’s face. Immediately she smile, “Hello, my dearest!” She greets with cheerful joy, before quickly typing out her final text message for her mother. During this process Anck Su Namun drew closer and sat beside the other female, then rest her head in her lap. Vera pause mid-text to look down at her face before quickly resuming the last text to send out. The cellular device was gently tossed to the side as a hand came to gently tuck strands of hair behind Anck’s ear before leaning down to pressing full lips to her ear gently, then again upon her cheek. “Are you okay, baby?” Her voice was gentle laced with concern.

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Lying down in vera’s lap, Anck closed her eyes, a painful expression written on her face. “My love, my heart aches.” Tears well within herself begs for surfacing, but the ANCIENT BEING refuses to even shed one. “I carry the weight of my dead brother on my back. His image burned into my brain. His power—only one could obtain. I feel lost in this world. There is a void inside of me that can be filled… I am desperate for— closure.”