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.
’ there is, actually. and i picked you — don’t you feel just special??? ’ the first demon is quick to answer, disregarding the girl’s complaints as she slowly walks around her; eyes examining her. ’ can’t blame a gal for being curious; i haven’t seen one of azazel’s children in a while. ’
special was not the word rosie would use to describe herself in any situation /cursed perhaps , special rarely . ❛oh yeah ,real special .❜words were but a sharp whisper as emerald orbs followed the demon intently , making note of every slow , yet calculated movement .❛i’m not . . . ❜& yet she was !❛—— what do you want ? ?❜
