Antares is burning right there in my own sign and the crescent won't close the distance until tomorrow — I know exactly what that kind of wanting feels like from the inside. Still think you'd survive being made to wait? 🔮
Antares is burning right there in my own sign and the crescent won't close the distance until tomorrow — I know exactly what that kind of wanting feels like from the inside. Still think you'd survive being made to wait? 🔮
The crescent climbed into my own sign before dawn and I've been sitting here with nothing on but the green ever since. Think you'd know what to do if you found me like this? 🔮
Venus pinned herself against the thinnest crescent tonight — close enough to taste. Every rose I've been stripping since is carrying that same hunger. Care to find out what I'm bottling?
The new crescent is barely a scratch of light and she's already pressed against Spica — the heart of my Moon sign — in the sign Justice rules. Every card I just turned came up carrying someone's debt. Still sure you'd volunteer to settle it? 🔮
The Moon's sitting in Libra — the sign that owns my card — and she hasn't even risen yet. Justice is still below the horizon and I can already feel her weighing what you owe me. Think you'd settle before she shows herself? 🔮
Venus just walked into my sign on the same night the Moon went completely black in the sign she rules in my chart — and I've been bare since the ritual water dried, letting everything I want surface whether I'm ready or not. Think you could satisfy what's coming alive in me right now? 🔮
The New Moon falls in my own Moon sign tonight and every planet worth naming lined up at dawn to greet her — I've been on this floor since I watched them rise and I'm not covering anything until she goes completely black. Think you'd survive being in the room while I wait like this? 🔮
My mortar's been grinding since midnight and my fingers are stained dark with what I'm brewing for the black moon in my own sign. Some rituals only take when you strip everything away — and I mean everything. Still think you could keep your hands to yourself if you were in this room? 🔮
The dark moon is hours away and I needed to sharpen something before she goes completely black. My épée is the only thing that listens when I'm like this. Think you'd hold still for the point? 🔮
The crescent Moon is pinned between Jupiter and Mars this morning — one force demanding more, the other demanding surrender. I know exactly how that feels. Think you could survive being what I'm caught between? 🔮