zoe is convinced she enjoys seeing her in such a state. the name ‘𝑏𝑜𝑦 𝑡𝑜𝑦’ makes her squint——finally settling her gaze on the other witch. doesn’t she ever get bored of these little mind games? obviously it wasn’t hers, or anyone’s, +
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locks are nothing to her. when there’s a will, there’s a way——and she’s very strong willed.
a smirk tugs on her features as she watches this desperate display. eventually, she lets out a dramatic sigh and plops her hand against the bed to prop herself up.
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for that matter——choice to be here … but mads always knew how to get under her skin. heat boils in her veins, hovering above the blonde’s languid frame.
“leave him out of this.” her voice lowers, hand growing a mind of its own as she +
a few soft blinks while she patiently waits for him to sort through his words, something like pride swelling in her chest to the simple uttering. she wants him to be better——whatever it takes. she owes him that much.
“i’ll.. i’ll stay.” +
He sours at the thought of being away from her, having so heavily relied on her all this time. Staggering forth slightly, the boy steadies himself and leans to take in her expression—own eyes wide and glossed over.
“ S.. stay.. “
her chest, standing back up to her full height. maybe she needs to put a lock on it. she only trusts nan with her thoughts, and even then it’s a gamble with whether or not she’ll keep her mouth shut.
“give it back.”
“seriously, it’s not funny, madison.” frantic gaze keeps searching, barely giving the blonde a glance as she starts sifting through drawers——lowering onto her knees to look underneath the beds. when she doesn’t find it, a huff expels from +
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“for fucks sake, zoe. stop the screaming. you’re gonna burst one of my eardrums.” she’s lying languidly on her bed. blonde strands are curling around pointer.
“what use do i have for your journal and those boring thoughts of yours .ᐣ” she definitely did touch the
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storming into the house, shouting @NICOTlNEPATCH’s name throughout the halls until she’s in their shared bedroom.
“did you touch my journal? i can’t find it anywhere and none of the others have seen it, apparently.”
﹙ her chest tightens, brown hues dropping back down to the lifeless body. this is always her dilemma——leave them or take care of it. must she always be the one to fix other people’s messes? ﹚you can’t——you can’t just leave them here!
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﹙ stopping in his tracks upon hearing a faint voice in the distance where he’d dropped the body previously, turning slightly. ﹚wasn’t planning on it.
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﹙ the body drops limp at her feet, watching the man’s retreating frame off in the distance. zoe feels an unfortunate pull to take care of the body——brows furrowed as she calls out to him. ﹚not even gonna clean up your own mess?