She who cannot hex, cannot heal. She who cannot curse, cannot cure.
She’s a sweet little thing; a Moonflower’s paradigm enjoying sweet isolation & silent slumber by day, waking up to start her magick escapades after society’s bedtime
Self-disciplined & at times knavishly upping the ante But I can guarantee you It’s always revealed in the end the intent she directs at you is never anything, besides good.
and unannounced observers you may catch her dancing around the kitchen at 3am, maybe writing her Galdr spell-songs, maybe causing mischief with Hermes or Laverna, (as usual) maybe testing her gifts this Völva has bound to her mane Because for her, that’s a way better vessel than any pendant on a chain
And remember: When she dances, if she shakes her hair, her power is twice obtained.
So if you’re hooked on schadenfreude, Cease and desist; Please knock that **** off. Because, at the very least, you’ll be returned with what you’ve caused.
But if someone’s harming you or you’re being hurt, but confused whether the root of tormenting brews with a What or a Who
Go ahead, take a deep breath Dolour will be overcame your Spirit’s to be momentarily reclaimed the Völva’s arrived and her prowess resides with cures and curses alike.
**She who cannot hex, cannot heal She who cannot curse, cannot cure.
remake of the original so don't think I'm pullin some dumb **** just reposting written art