REVIEWS: Glamourkin's Once Upon a Hallow's Eve
LALUNA
The last of her kind, a witch who utterly fails at witchery. Something delectable always baking, remnants of spells gone wrong, herbs hanging in the attic, a steaming cup of blackberry tea, and a pointy black hat cocked at a delightfully jaunty angle.
YE OLDE POTIONS
Hanging dried lavender and sage and shelves upon shelves of dusty magical potions; a cynical black cat; a ghostly, passing whiff of cinnamon stick and the glimmering gleam of lemon water.
LEON
Freshly clawed-through grave dirt, seeping with love potion; a crumbling, decaying rose wreath; a sad bouquet of dead flowers, weeds, and thistle: flowers for his flower, the love of his death.
BLACKTHORN
Inhumanly handsome, all in black. Dashing and roguish patchouli, black leather gloves, bitter dark chocolate, sinister clove, and a few drops from the blackest, juiciest, sweetest black cherry.
THE DEATH TREE
A lovely, massive tree with leaf-bare hands stretched out for the stars and strong arms draped with children’s creaky swings; eons older than the oldest thing; it is everything and nothing. The crisp scent of autumn in the air and an endless tree: gnarled and twisted dry wood, smoky myrrh, oakmoss, and a drop of maple sap.
THE LOVE POTION
A thin, red bottle stopped up with candle’s wax, the murky contents simmering and swirling ominously within. A forbidden love spell brewed, a chance to dream of her dearly departed (or rather to revive and leave brokenhearted):
"A pinch of this and a dash of that,
You wink at me and I tip my hat.
A little of you and a little of me,
And a single drop of witch’s tea."
Red and black teas, amber, myrrh, and a ghostly drop of berry.
((Please post your reviews in the comments.))
The last of her kind, a witch who utterly fails at witchery. Something delectable always baking, remnants of spells gone wrong, herbs hanging in the attic, a steaming cup of blackberry tea, and a pointy black hat cocked at a delightfully jaunty angle.
YE OLDE POTIONS
Hanging dried lavender and sage and shelves upon shelves of dusty magical potions; a cynical black cat; a ghostly, passing whiff of cinnamon stick and the glimmering gleam of lemon water.
LEON
Freshly clawed-through grave dirt, seeping with love potion; a crumbling, decaying rose wreath; a sad bouquet of dead flowers, weeds, and thistle: flowers for his flower, the love of his death.
BLACKTHORN
Inhumanly handsome, all in black. Dashing and roguish patchouli, black leather gloves, bitter dark chocolate, sinister clove, and a few drops from the blackest, juiciest, sweetest black cherry.
THE DEATH TREE
A lovely, massive tree with leaf-bare hands stretched out for the stars and strong arms draped with children’s creaky swings; eons older than the oldest thing; it is everything and nothing. The crisp scent of autumn in the air and an endless tree: gnarled and twisted dry wood, smoky myrrh, oakmoss, and a drop of maple sap.
THE LOVE POTION
A thin, red bottle stopped up with candle’s wax, the murky contents simmering and swirling ominously within. A forbidden love spell brewed, a chance to dream of her dearly departed (or rather to revive and leave brokenhearted):
"A pinch of this and a dash of that,
You wink at me and I tip my hat.
A little of you and a little of me,
And a single drop of witch’s tea."
Red and black teas, amber, myrrh, and a ghostly drop of berry.
((Please post your reviews in the comments.))