do not assume that i am a child because i wear flower wreaths in my hair. in the wintertime, their petals shrivel to reveal the obsidian bones of a crown underneath.
❝ yeah uh , that was me. my brother helped too. ― . . . you don’t know what you’re getting into by asking me this. ❞ ichor runs violent , ceasing to still within her benevolent frame. ❝ it was a demon. yellow - eyed demon. nasty , son of a bitch ! but― listen , kid , i get that you need to know. but trust me . . . you’re better off in the dark. you don’t wanna know the rest. ❞
❛——. . . a demon.❜her body ached with indecision — she craved such knowledge , a desire to know the truth setting her core alight & it burned bright without fail ; but within those flames danced terror, apprehension , the question: did she really want to know the truth in it’s entirety ?❛you’re right , i need to know . . . i need to know what’s happening to me ,& being in the dark isn’t helping .❜
people give me such a headache . why must u talk shit about someone behind their back , instead of talking to them & sORTING IT OUT LIKE A BLOODY ADULT !
❛i’m not interested ! —— ❜frustration a rare colour upon her palette , but not quite unheard of if the situation somehow mixes it in /sulfur a scent she’d rather not allow to drown out her vanilla , nor become accustomed to .❛—— i’m sure there are others more worthy of your presence .❜sarcasm dripped unkindly , rosie oozing of disdain .
“ i’ll help you but first you’ve got to help me. “ it’s a pretty reasonable deal considering freya doesn’t need to help the other. she’s also true to her word, it’s a win - win. / @everspecial.
❛——help you with what ?❜from each utterance she’s heard in passing about the other , freya was portrayed as this powerful witch , who was mightily proficient at what she did — so what could rosie offer her that she couldn’t already do herself ? ?
❛ you’ll notice if i start getting really uncomfortable. ❜ spoken like a warning. her power wasn’t controllable .
curiosity lingered atop , but never overtook her immediate concern for the other / questions flickering upon her gentle tongue , but never to expose it’s flame .❛hopefully it won’t come to that . just . . . think happy thoughts .❜——note to self : don’t become a therapist.