Date a spirit who likes to play games. A blue essence of mischief, a haze of cruelty and laughter. Date a spirit who can walk through walls, to ghost kisses on the back of your neck and pass through you like the wind, like water.
Date the spirit of the stars. A joyfully mysterious ghost who’s body contains the multiverse. Their aura glows purple as you hold their hand. They take you away from your room each night to explore nebulae and show you all their favorite things. Date the misty specter who’s home is above the sky, someday they wish to bring you home forever, among comforting constellations.
Date the creature who always lurks just under the surface of the water, whose flickering image you can almost make out in the shadows across the bog, whose smell lingers on your skin days after you submerge yourself in those dark waters, whose touch caresses your legs as you wade in. Date that creature that some call a swamp monster, for it’s wet embrace will never fail you.
Fae Bae 