Zelda Spellman
Open to Storylines & Connections.
MultiVerse & CAOSRP.
In love with @zeldashusband.bsky.social
MultiShip - Chemistry required.
No Minors | Writer is 23+
Penned by #Porcelainmourning.

@zeldashusband.bsky.social
Forever courting my beloved wife, @noirempress.bsky.social❤️
Zelda Spellman
Open to Storylines & Connections.
MultiVerse & CAOSRP.
In love with @zeldashusband.bsky.social
MultiShip - Chemistry required.
No Minors | Writer is 23+
Penned by #Porcelainmourning.
Had a brief BlueSky Break. I’m back now! I’m down to write most of the time. Hii all!🫂🥰
“There we are…”
He does, slowly and calmly.
“You’ve forgot someone…”
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Ahem?
“Yes… I happily will. Thank you for asking first.” He said with a soft smile as he began to look through them with fascination.
He began repeating apologies to his wife as his body shook emotionally because of all the tears.
Hearing that hits him hard, but hits him in the absolutely right place and it breaks him even more so he presses his head into the crook of her neck almost laying on her breasts.
“Thank you my dear… I’m so sorry… I should be so strong and a disciplinarian… not like this…”
He nodded in gratitude, unable to properly speak due to the overwhelming amount of anguish and emotion flooding his body.
“Your quite welcome my dear.”
He took her to the special room and the lesson begun, what a lesson it was.
“I hope that you can indeed help me…” He sighed, softly but with slight anguish. He rubs his temples and Zelda can hear him begin to sob as tears fall. “I had a nightmare…”
@noirempress.bsky.social (Comfort RP) Faustus was in his suit, sat on his bed and looking rather glassy eyed. His vision was very watery and it was quickly hampering his ability to see the world. Something had emotionally hit him and he needed his betrothed who was sleeping on her side of bed.
“Very good, now come on. To our special room dearest.”
“You’re extremely overdue dear… you know that?”
“Thank you dearest… you’re very sweet for helping me out of my attire.”
“Other than reminding you of the “old days” as you so say…? I do not to my knowledge have any more plans, the academy has been left in good hands so far by the vice chancellor.”