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 was a kind of vulnerability to losing your way , feeling foreign in your surroundings , & if that exposure eased its way into the open it could be used against oneself . eyes examined the area instantly , attempting to make sense of some natural marker before she would respond / alas ,nothing familiar . her gaze settled upon the figure , teeth coming down on her bottom lip momentarily .❛no , i know exactly where i am —— i’m in the middle of nowhere . ❜
There is a LIGHT furrow of his brow, as his head dips to the others sass, upper lip twitching slightly before curling into a neat smirk that sat proudly upon his bearded face; a soft chuckle escapes as he shifts his forms weight from one leg to the other, an unnecessary motion; but he was a creature of habit.
❛ curtsy; grovel; beg; whatever you fancy . ❜
❛at least you’re giving me options .❜not that she’d humor him with either one of them , even though the overbold being within her wanted to curtsy in mockery — but never grovel , never beg / not if she could help it .❛none of them really stand out to me at the moment though .❜
“My mother warned me never to make an enemy of a witch.” - agonycrowned-blog
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❛sounds like some pretty solid advice . . . did you listen ? ?❜her curiosity was piqued , intrigue woven amongst nerves — was the statement some form of backward threat , or a strange conversation starter ?
❛king of hell . . . do i curtsy ?❜perhaps she shouldn’t be so quick to throw him a smart remark , but oftentimes her filter crashes & her tongue makes a mockery of her polite demeanour .
