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.
❛my mom used to tell me about a woman who’d just moved down the street from us , saved her life . . . our lives . . . from something evil .❜the same evil that boiled beneath her porcelain canvas /tainted blood ran through these veins .❛—— what was it ? ?❜
❛ i’m gonna have to learn how to use these things properly sooner or later , right ?❜mossy hues flicker upon the various instruments before them , a thoughtful glaze .❛—— so why not just teach me .❜her disease only gets her so far .
❛ dean winchester ?— i’m looking for your brother ,sam.❜words bleed gentle but ache with uncertainty , would he think her friend or foe? ?❛ —— i need his help.❜