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.
❛ 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.
