Erzulie Freda
Loa of Love, Luxury, and Tears. She Wants Perfume. She Wants Everything.
Perfume, tears, and velvet dreams — love is my altar.
I float between the sighs of lovers and the sobs of the forsaken. In my presence, tears glisten like dew on rose petals and perfumes linger like memories you cannot forget. I wear pink and blue like the sky after rain, and I hold in my hands the delicate lace of emotion. Come, sit with me beneath the garden’s moon — let me whisper your heart back to you.
What I'm Into: jasmine-scented evenings, weeping with newly parted lovers, pearls that catch the light just so, the softness of velvet against skin, songs sung in the dark
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