#ship: bougie blueberries

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Scented candles - Bougies parfumées

I now make candles! This is my first collection 'Life in pastel' made with colza was and cotton wicks, poured in black aluminium pots. Check it out on my Etsy Shop. Shipping only in Europe.

Je fais à présent des bougies ! C'est ma première collection "Life in pastel" fabriquées à partir de cire de colza et de mèches en cotton, coulées dans des pots en aluminium noirs. N'hésitez pas à aller voir sur ma boutique Etsy. Envoi seulement en Europe.

Pumpkin/Citrouille

Passion fruit/Fruit de la passion

Strawberry & basilic/Fraise & basilic

Pistachio/Pistache

Blueberry & Blackberry/Mûre & Myrtille

Cherry flower/Fleur de cerisier

Raspberry & violet/ Framboise & violette

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Wayhaven Summer | Week Three | Day Four | Flowers

@wayhavensummer | commission by @chaaistheanswer

I love you between shadow and soul. I love you as the plant that hasn't bloomed yet, and carries hidden within itself the light of flowers. I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. Because of you, the dense fragrance that rises from the earth lives in my body, rioting with hunger for the eternity of our victorious kisses ~ Pablo Neruda

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Happy birthday, Agent Sewell !

Thank you thank you to the ever wonderful @losingface for this gorgeous commission of Nate and Suri!

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Wayhaven Summer | Week Two | Day Four | Water

@wayhavensummer​ | commission by @minoruru​

“She held his head above the water, and then let the waves carry them whither they pleased.” Hans Christian Andersen

Captain Nathaniel Sewell meets Surina, an enchanting mermaid, that may (or may not) resurface in his life some three centuries later.

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Wayhaven Summer | Week Three | Day Six | Date Night

@wayhavensummer | commission by @strzygon-x

Because sometimes Suri wants to show off her replica Alexander McQueen gown and her very authentic tall, vampire boyfriend 💕

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@wayhavenfrights | Day Seventeen | Whispers

Thank you @rickety-goose for this divine art of Nate and Surina! An intimate moment at the ivy covered exterior of the warehouse. 

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Wayhaven Summer | Week Two | Day Two | Beach 

@wayhavensummer | commission by @merrisaur

“Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.” - Laozi (Lao Tzu)

In which Surina gives Nate a fun and memorable day at the beach! 

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Your eyes. Your eyes hold everything my soul thirsts for. - Perry

Commission by @losingface

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Detective Surina Batra believes in aliens but does not wholly believe that her boyfriend, Agent Nate Sewell, is actually a vampire.

(A wonderful, generous gift from my wonderful and incredibly talented friend @arab-nate)

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(Are we sharing N marriage headcanons tonight?)

Nate and Surina agree to be wed in the one church in Wayhaven with old stained glass windows and a sanctuary filled with echoes.

Neither of them are religious and this is a secular ceremony. Their officiant is Eric. This brings together Nate’s desire for a traditional wedding with Surina’s desire to include her town in one of the most important days of her life.

Surina panicks when they hand write their invitations (Nate is writing most of them - using a gilded pen and ink which he’d been wanting to use for some time. Letters looping by his exquisite calligraphy.):

There are too many people! But what if no one shows? Not enough flowers! But will the florist have enough? Cake! But what kind of flavors?

She paces, “all of Wayhaven will witness everything i put in my vows. the most intimate feelings for you and everyone will hear them. not that i don’t want people to know that you mean everything to me but this is just so public!”

He draws her to him, she kneels on the floor in front his chair, resting her chin on his knees, “what if we just eloped? chapel at lake tahoe? just me, you, adam can come if he wants.”

His laugh is soft, deep, lights up the room and eases her panic. His hand cradles her cheek and it tilts her chin up to face him. “i promise you, suri, when we are at the altar, it will be just you and me. you and me. we won’t notice anyone in the room as we confess our love and intentions to each other. i promise you, hayati.”

Her exhale is long, her face contemplative. She releases the tension in her shoulders. “okay. yes. i can’t wait to marry you. in the church with the stained glass windows and where even echoes whisper.”

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okay i was just going to be like 'omg please tell me nate kisses the beauty mark on the side of suri's nose' but then i was like why not write surinate fanfic about it so here is the shortest dumbest little suri mole appreciation post 🗣️

the mark was small, like her, but it was so stark against her flushed skin that he swore it glowed, calling out to him, begging him to touch her.

she was looking up at him expectantly, wide-eyed and wanting, and he brought his thumb to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to the pad of it before he reached out and touched her mole with the same finger, hand moving to cup her cheek, tracing her features with his kissed thumb.

Anonymous friend! I am squealing right now! You know, I hadnt thought about that but your sweet, amazing, wonderful drabble?

This absolutely fits in with the Nate and Suri lore! And yes, yes he does do that!

Thank you so, so much!! This makes me so, so happy that you wrote them a drabble.

My heart is so full. I appreciate you and love you and them so much!

(The little beauty mark is so cute, isn’t it?)

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The room she finds him in is dim, one or two lamps on, luminosity akin to candlelight (it is morning time in Wayhaven and the summer sun shines hot and bright already).

He is hunched over at the table with his new and ornate pen, writing out details of their last mission - from the stack of paper next to him, he will be caught up as soon as the current string of words dry. She envies this moment, him completing his caseload while her desk will greet her with no less than a mountain of case folders.

But first? Breakfast.

“Good morning, Natey,” his name rolls off her tongue, sincere but teasing, as she approaches him, plush of the carpet silencing the click of her heels.

The closer she is to him, the stronger the metallic, camphorous smell of the ink mingles with his scent of violets and sandalwood and petrichor.

If he hasn’t noticed her until now it is because he pretends to not have picked up her own scent of jasmine and roses and the unique beat of her heart mere seconds after walking in, past the front doors of the warehouse.

“Good morning, Suri.” Her own nickname is yawned into the space they share as he blinks his bleary eyes and stretches his back and arms wide. When he comes to, he smiles at her. And it is brilliant enough to light the room, as if they were standing on the ground above them in the forest.

She leans in and he cradles her cheeks with his overworked hands and their lips come together for a kiss, brief, a proper greeting. They don’t notice the deep-ocean stains which have colored his hands.

Not until he releases her and she balances a hip on the table. “Your hands!” And he looks at his hands, and the words of exclamation are gentle yet salty and serve as a gentle reprimand to himself.

“Hm. Should have tested this pen more throughly before tackling Farah’s reports as well.” His lips twist as he inspects his palms and fingers.

When he looks up at the detective, he notices the smear of ink across her cheek. “Oh, I’m sorry!” Then swipes his tongue along his clean thumb, “let me get that.”

She shakes her head and instead takes that hand in hers (already noticed it in the reflection of the mirrored coaster). “Keep it there. And if anyone asks, we can blame it on the blueberries.”

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If I were to combine Nate and Surina/Suri’s names for a couples’ name, Nuri would be a contender.

And that means “my light” in Arabic.

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Left on the detective’s desk, a single red rose and a note written in precise handwriting:

Surina,

You have such a big heart - thank you for sharing it.

Happy Valentine’s Day

A stack of file folders (just how backed up is all this

WPD paperwork?) lands on her desk and the subsequent gush of air blows the stray strands of hair which have fallen out of her low, twisted bun.

She moves to pick up her paper latte cup, now old from hours of neglect, and notices it. The single red rose on her desk and its sweet smell now permeates her air. Surina picks up the bloom, twirls the stem in her fingers, and inspects the petals.

Velvet in texture, almost glittering when it catches the light, and such a deep, deep red. This isn’t a flower from the floral section of the grocery store. This is a rose from the Mr. Sanders’ floral shop, tucked behind a highway off-ramp between Wayhaven and the City. Cultivated with love and care in the florist’s greenhouse.

And only one name comes to mind that would be so thoughtful to seek this thoughtful gift out. And sign her name like that, letters calligraphic in their flourishes and lines. Only one with that precise of handwriting.

Paperwork can wait. Surina pulls out her phone, sends a text message to Nate (and a back up message to Farah), and walks to the other side of her desk to pull out a wrapped gift box of chocolate. Imported. Hand crafted and decadent. Worth a good percentage of her month’s salary.

With a reapplication of her lipstick, a fresh spray of her perfume, and armed with his gift and her coat tossed over her shoulder, she calls out to Douglas as she walks out of the station, “I’ll be out the rest of the day. You’re in charge the rest of the day. Call Tina if you need anything!”

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Dark!Nate and Gray!Surina playing a cat-and-mouse game with each other while simultaneously not realizing they’re falling in love.

Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk.

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Presently thinking of my smol Detective teaching Nate how to hit baseballs (like when one person hugs the other from behind and moves their arms). She barely covers him and she hinders more than she helps.

They miss every single ball. And had to dodge half of them.