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
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“Oh! Rick—You startled me-” June stated as her eyes turned to look at him, Sitting her glass down on the counter, she tried to conjure up a smile, which she did, But it felt unnatural to her. “I—I wasn’t much of a party girl, Though I did go, Just didn’t fit in so well. But I’m sure you were the life of a party once.” @vexxmexyouxdie

: I liked to party, it wasn’t easy for a man of my stature. West Point, had to only associate with fellow Officer Cadets. Still, had fun.” rick took the drink form her hands and backed down a large portion of the contents, “ you having nightmares? Cause, this won’t help.” It wasn’t always fun when Rick decided to act like an adult. 

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“Come on rick. You aren’t my dad.” She stated, eyes locked on the drink. “I’m—I’m not having nightmares, I’m just…a little stressed. Plus I can’t sleep.” Lips curled softly into a slight frown. “I just wanted a little. Maybe you can have one with me?” If that made matters better.

“ Old enough to be, already call me ‘Daddy’” Rick scoffed playfully, passing the drink back off to her,” Take it easy Co-ed, we’ll share. but chase it with some grilled cheese sandwiches. I got a sippy cup if you want, 

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Cheeks flushed at his statement.  A smile she couldn’t fight forming on her lips.

Eyes lit up with pure amusement. “Guess you are old enough in that sense then.” Taking the 

drink back from him she took a sip, but nearly chocked when he mentioned a sippy-cup, 

“Rick! I swear to god—I’m a grown woman I need no sippy cup.” Laughter spilled through

 her words. Truly he was the only one person who knew how to make her laugh effortlessly.

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“Oh! Rick—You startled me-” June stated as her eyes turned to look at him, Sitting her glass down on the counter, she tried to conjure up a smile, which she did, But it felt unnatural to her. “I—I wasn’t much of a party girl, Though I did go, Just didn’t fit in so well. But I’m sure you were the life of a party once.” @vexxmexyouxdie

: I liked to party, it wasn’t easy for a man of my stature. West Point, had to only associate with fellow Officer Cadets. Still, had fun.” rick took the drink form her hands and backed down a large portion of the contents, “ you having nightmares? Cause, this won’t help.” It wasn’t always fun when Rick decided to act like an adult. 

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“Come on rick. You aren’t my dad.” She stated, eyes locked on the drink. “I’m—I’m not having nightmares, I’m just…a little stressed. Plus I can’t sleep.” Lips curled softly into a slight frown. “I just wanted a little. Maybe you can have one with me?” If that made matters better.

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“Oh! Rick—You startled me-” June stated as her eyes turned to look at him, Sitting her glass down on the counter, she tried to conjure up a smile, which she did, But it felt unnatural to her. “I—I wasn’t much of a party girl, Though I did go, Just didn’t fit in so well. But I’m sure you were the life of a party once.” @vexxmexyouxdie

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(Loss. Dear moon, we blame you for floods…for the flush of blood…for men who are also

                wolves. We blame you for the night, for the dark, for the ghosts.)

                                           

when did sleep become exclusive?  when did staring at a solid white celling at night become, sleep? when did flesh become so cold, and dangerous to touch? when did a soul become non-awake? many thoughts where in June’s head as she stared upward, her head laid down on a fluffed pillow.

She felt lost, empty. Part of her was glad the enchantress was gone. But another side wished             

        that she didn’t she felt like she couldn’tfunction  alone as one unit, within her.

 

                            (Every fear… Every nightmare…anyone has ever had.)

Taking a deep breath. June got up out of the bed, and headed to the kitchen, she needed a glass of water, better yet, a drink. // @vexxmexyouxdie

Rick took a few breaths once he noticed the sift in the bed. She was lithe and taut, but he still noticed the difference there Moving his hand over the spot there, he cracked open his eyes, noticing the time on the cock, projected onto the ceiling with the hi-beam. It was early, far to early. rick weighed the actions and figured she would come back. Bed soft, and he was far to tired from the bureaucratic mess that Waller had him cleaning up through his dismissal paperwork. 

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upon entering the kitchen. She pulled out a glass and grabbed one of Rick’s beers,  pouring it into the glass. There was no type  of whiskey or bourbon in the house. Just the good Ol’ ice cold beer. Which just had to work for the time being. The young witch In training rested her elbows on the cold countertop, twirling the glass cup in her hand as she stared at it. “For tonight, you’ll be my best-friend.” And there whent a cheers, and a sip of the drink.

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(Loss. Dear moon, we blame you for floods…for the flush of blood…for men who are also

                wolves. We blame you for the night, for the dark, for the ghosts.)

                                           

when did sleep become exclusive?  when did staring at a solid white celling at night become, sleep? when did flesh become so cold, and dangerous to touch? when did a soul become non-awake? many thoughts where in June’s head as she stared upward, her head laid down on a fluffed pillow.

She felt lost, empty. Part of her was glad the enchantress was gone. But another side wished             

        that she didn’t she felt like she couldn’tfunction  alone as one unit, within her.

 

                            (Every fear… Every nightmare…anyone has ever had.)

Taking a deep breath. June got up out of the bed, and headed to the kitchen, she needed a glass of water, better yet, a drink. // @vexxmexyouxdie