#IT TASTES LIKE GRASS. try a floral tea or a black tea or chai or Thai tea

[figofswords]

wow I didn’t think reblogging that tea post and then seeing people’s tags would deal me such strong psychic damage. come over I can fix you I can find a tea you will like. “I don’t like tea” how can you say that as a blanket statement when there are so many vastly different kinds of tea. head in hands

[chief-1-hunet]

The Witch and the Wonderwheel: Wildflowers

For @ohmygillygoshoppler

Hope ya like~ Sorry it took me centuries.

Nathaniel’s scroll read as this:

“Simoné,

It brought me great pleasure seeing you a fortnight ago. Since then, you’ve invaded my thoughts with everything I do.

If it would not trouble you, I would like to like to see you again. The smile you have bestowed upon me, I wish to return.

There is a realm I would like to show you. I feel it would be best suited to your tastes.

-Nathaniel”

The edges of the scroll were adorned with gold illustrations of flowers. Each time the sunlight hit the page, wisps of gold rose from it, as though the page itself were alive.

Simoné had skimmed over his words several times since she had received them. He wanted to see her again, no, an angel wanted to see her again. She thought it blasphemous that it could even be true. What did he see in her?

Simoné could hear Jordi coming down from the stairs, so she quickly rolled up the scroll and set it on the counter. If Jordi saw her reading it again, she would wouldn’t hear the end of it.

Jordi lazily slid down the stairs and yawned into her sleeved arm. Her messy bun never looked messier, “Morrrniiinng~” she mused.

“Morning,” Simoné hummed back, “Say, you sound pretty cheerful. You’re usually a grump after waking up.”

Jordi went to the Keurig machine and chose a ‘caramel latte’ pod, “You’re right, but today is different!” She pushed the brew button, and grinned.

Simoné raised a brow, “Care to indulgence me, Jojo?”

Jordi sighed contently as she took the coffee cup in her hands and slid towards her roomie with her elbows on the counter. She grinned at Simoné deviously and booped her nose, “You’re going on a date with a certain sooommmeeoonnnneeee~”

The witch immediately retracted from the response. She opened her mouth to speak, but she found no words. She could only blush in response.

“It’s okay to be speechless, Simoné,” she chuckled, “I mean, he is an angel.”

Simoné frowned, pacing over to her incense shrine, “I dunno. It just…” She sighed. Again, she could really find no words to describe how she felt about the whole ordeal. It simply happened. A happy happening, but… she had to darkest feeling that he may end up not liking her.

Jordi watched as the witch set up the incense. Though she disliked the smell of weed and cigarette smoke, she found the smell of incense to be delightful. Dragon’s blood being her favorite.

Simoné gave a prayer after lighting it. Her roommate was aware she was only trying to get her mind off of the conversation previous. Something wasn’t right.

She was nervous.

—

Jordi waited for her witch to finish her spiritual ceremony, and by that time, she had already finished her coffee.

Instead of prying, Jojo decided to switch the subject, “So… Strife called me last night.”

The witch’s eyes immediately widened, and a smile finally showed, “Did he~?”

“Yes,” a sigh, “We talked for awhile.”

“A while?”

“Like… for a few hours?”

Simoné squealed, “Oh my gosh, really?! Are you finally starting to warm up?”

For once, Jordi actually smiled at the thought of him, “Yeah. But I told him I can’t jump right in. We have to develop a deep relationship before, ya know, stuff happens,” she went ahead and made herself some chai tea. She was gonna need it, “When I do relationships, I don’t fuck around. If he’s not being willy nilly about it, then he better come through. He’s got some big shoes to fill,” that last part came off melancholy.

Simoné didn’t really respond, but rather, nodded in acknowledgement to her.

The dark blonde gazed out the window and watched the snowfall. Her birthday was coming up, too. January 9th. Though, she never told Strife that. Not yet, anyway.

She studied the shape of the mountains in the distance. Simoné chose a beautiful place to live after the apocalypse. She was always good at making good atmosphere, anyway.

“You wanna know something?”

Simoné hummed, “What?”

“My dream is to live out in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by sunflower fields, and raise a family,” the thought actually made her tear up, but she shied her face away from the witch. It was fine if she didn’t see.

“That’s beautiful, Jojo,” Simoné stood from her kneeling position, “I hope all your dreams come true.”

Jordi chuckled, “I hope so, too.”

—

It was early afternoon by the time the girls actually got around. Jordi wore her black leggings with an oversized sweater that was fuzzy and warm. Her hair was actually done in a french braid today, with bits of her baby hairs hanging out.

Simoné stepped down the stairs in her new dress. It was a velvety, dark blue gown. Off-the-shoulder, long sleeved, with a sweetheart neck line. A dark blue hijab to match, with beautiful floral embroidery on the trim. Jordi was more than happy to do her makeup before she put on her outfit. A classic smokey eye, and a dark red lipstick. Damn, the witch was a goddess.

Jordi hopped up and down and clapped when she saw her, “OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD, YOU’RE GORGEOUS!!”

Simoné smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear bashfully, “Thank you.”

Then, there was a knock at their chamber door~

Simoné took a deep breath, “Okay,” game face, “Let’s do this,” she began to walk over to the door before Jordi stepped in front of her.

“No, madame~ Allow me!” Jordi gracefully opened the door, and was surprised to see that… it wasn’t Nathaniel?

Both Simoné and Jordi cocked their heads, “Death?!”

The reaper of souls nodded in greeting, “Evening,” he scanned Simoné, and basked in her glow, “You look beautiful,” a gentle smile.

Simoné's blush was uncanny at Death’s compliment. Obviously, receiving a compliment from the executioner was quite rare, “Thank you, thank you.”

Jordi interveined, “So, not to be rude, but why ya here, bud?”

He gave a slide chuckle at the nickname, “Bud. Not exactly a suitable term to use.”

Jordi waved her hand, dismissing the comment, “Yeah okay, whatever. Why you here?”

Death pinched Jordi’s side, making her jump and giggle, “I’m here as Simoné’s escort,” his gaze landed on the witch.

Both Simoné and Jordi, again, cocked their heads, “What?”

—

Death had taken Simoné to a Serpent Hole approximately  10 miles out from where the house was. Quite the journey on horseback, but it would all be worth it in the end.

Death had explained that he needed to be an escort because Nathaniel had run into some obstacles trying to come see her. He was finding it harder and harder to get to Earth, especially because of his position as the protector of the Crystal Spire.

But he was able to sneak away to the realm in which he wanted to take Simoné, and that’s where Death came in.

The witch had been through several serpent holes with Death and the rest of the horsemen. She was only nervous now because she knew what was on the other side.

Death met her at her side, rubbing her back, “Rest your nerves. It’s plenty safe, I will be waiting here for you when your little date is over.”

Simoné smiled up at the horsemen, relaxed at his words alone, “Thanks, Death,” to his surprise, she gave him a warm embrace, “You’re the best.”

Death looked down at her small frame, placing a skeletal hand on her back, “It was my pleasure, Simoné. You are there for us when we have need of it, so we will be there for you.”

The witch sighed contently at his words, “Thank you…” She slowly let go of him, and took a deep breath, “Well, here it goes.”

Down the rabbit hole we go~

—

Nathaniel wore his angel robes. To him, they were nothing fancy. Just white, loose trousers, and a white tunic to go with them. What hung from his shoulders was a gold sash that glinted in the moonlight. He kept his wings together neatly with his hands behind his back as he stargazed, waiting for his maiden.

Simoné popped up from the serpent hole, and landed softly in the grass. Nathaniel turned to look at her, and was stunned.

Simoné smiled sweetly at him, with her hands together as if in prayer, “Hey, Nathaniel.”

Nathaniel could only gawk at her before he finally came to his senses and cleared his throat, “Greetings, Simoné. I’m pleasured that you accepted my invitation.”

The witch nodded, “How could I say no?”

This made the angel smile, “I was anxious you would find reason to.”

Simoné blushed. Did he really think that?

“Come,” he held out an arm for her, “There is something you should witness.”

Simoné gladly accepted his arm, and was internally delighted at how warm and muscular it felt.

The angel took the witch over a hill and introduced her to a beautiful view of a meadow abundant with wildflowers with glowing petals, so there was no need for a light source other than the two moons in the sky. One moon glowed a blue hue, while the other, a golden yellow. Just beyond the meadow lied a wooded area. Glowing mushrooms could be seen leading to a path within it.

Nathaniel’s milky gaze landed on the maiden at his side, trying to interpret her reaction, “I thought of you when I laid eyes upon it, though,” he looked out to the meadow, “It cannot compare.”

Needless to say, Simoné needed to pinch herself to make sure she wasn't dead and this was the afterlife.

—

Jordi sat in the living room watching the fire crackle. She was left by herself after the two of them left. She was happy for her friend, very happy. Simoné deserved it.

She smiled at the thought.

Her phone buzzed:

DINGUS (Strife): did simoné leave with death yet?

Jordi: Yeah y

DINGUS (Strife): mind if i come see you?

The wonderwheel sighed, but it wasn't an unhappy one:

Jordi: Wow, you're actually asking nicely? lol

DINGUS (Strife): bonus points?

Jordi: sure, bud

DINGUS (Strife): so?

Jordi: yes, you can come over

Jordi: AND BRING MY JACKET, ASSWIPE

DINGUS (Strife): ;) i’ll think about it

Jordi: please, hurry, I'm getting sleepy

DINGUS (Strife): Perfect~

Jordi: Strife

DINGUS (Strife): Alright, alright

—

Simoné was on her way back from her experience with the angel. It was…

Amazing.

Death rode fast, trying to get her home as fast as possible.

Simoné dreamt the whole way home, the smile never leaving her face. Death was happy to see it.

Once they arrived, Simoné thanked her apocalyptic friend one last time before going inside to find Strife sitting on her couch.

Strife looked up at Simoné grinning, and spoke in his thick aussie accent, “Sooo, Sheila, how’d it go?”

Simoné took a deep breath in, and slowly exhaled, “Dreamy.”

Strife nodded, “Glad to here it.”

Simoné then realized, “Hey, where’s wonderwheel?”

Strife gestured to his lap, “Sleepin’”

There she was, her head resting on his lap while he continued to pet her scalp. She made little noises in her sleep, which he loved so much.

“Cute,” Simoné chuckled.

Strife agreed, “Yeah, she is,” he poked the witch on the shoulder, still grinning, “So, what happened? Spill it.”

Simoné blushed at the question, trying to hide her face, “Well, we kissed.”

Jordi immediately jumped from her slumber liked she had come back from the dead, “YOU WHAT?!”

Strife snickered, “I knew you weren’t really asleep.”