‍ ‍ ‍ ‍˚ · . 𐒄𝔬𝔯𝔱𝔦𝔠𝔦𝔞 · .

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝒚𝒐𝒖 will be the 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒆 .

[‍ ‍ ‍ ‍˚ · . 𐒄𝔬𝔯𝔱𝔦𝔠𝔦𝔞 · . @alluredove]

⠀⠀࿐ CONTROL IS AN ILLUSION

[‍ ‍ ‍ ‍˚ · . 𐒄𝔬𝔯𝔱𝔦𝔠𝔦𝔞 · . @alluredove]

/ i have a concussion and won’t be able to write until wednesday earliest, but most likely next weekend. will catch up on replies when i can !

[ᅠ ᅠ 〝ᅠ 𝕴 ᅠ 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘱𝘦𝘯 ᅠ 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢ᅠ . ᅠ ᅠ @theblackdxhlia]

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[‍ ‍ ‍ ‍˚ · . 𐒄𝔬𝔯𝔱𝔦𝔠𝔦𝔞 · . @alluredove]

/ qrt as relevant here, too.

[‍ ‍✩‧₊˚ 𝓵a͟r͟i͟s͟s͟a͟ w͟e͟e͟m͟s͟ @statelygrandeur]

/ touched on this before, but i have a disability and my health is not always manageable. thank you to those who are patient waiting for longer replies. i am always open to banter in between and talking OOC. longer replies will be quickest on weeks where my health is better ♡︎

[‍ ‍ ‍ ‍˚ · . 𐒄𝔬𝔯𝔱𝔦𝔠𝔦𝔞 · . @alluredove]

⠀⠀
"Mmm, and it is a pleasure, indeed," Morticia murmured, a smirk dancing across vermilion lips.

"I had hoped we might... reconnect?"
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[elizabeth silvertongue (parody) @fierceprctector]

Sighing softly, already sensing who it was before lifting her head.

“Morticia. . . To what do I owe this pleasure of this visit?”

[‍ ‍ ‍ ‍˚ · . 𐒄𝔬𝔯𝔱𝔦𝔠𝔦𝔞 · . @alluredove]

liquid matching the accent of her form-fitting dress, her back to the blonde before she turned with a flourish.

"I can read you like my very own Book of Shadows, my dear." There were so many unspoken secrets the raven-haired woman would like to unravel.

[‍ ‍ ‍ ‍˚ · . 𐒄𝔬𝔯𝔱𝔦𝔠𝔦𝔞 · . @alluredove]

"Expectation is so dreadfully dull."

It was with a deliberate sway of her midnight-shrouded hips that the shadowed matriarch eclipsed the space before her old friend.

"I daresay you have craved my company over the years."

She poured herself a glass of wine, the deep red +

[‍ ‍ ‍ ‍˚ · . 𐒄𝔬𝔯𝔱𝔦𝔠𝔦𝔞 · . @alluredove]

They have impeccable taste."

[‍ ‍ ‍ ‍˚ · . 𐒄𝔬𝔯𝔱𝔦𝔠𝔦𝔞 · . @alluredove]

Her expressive eyes, restless as drifting smoke, wandered the space as though leisurely absorbing her surroundings, in no hurry at all. At last, they met Larissa's. The glance lingered for only a moment before slipping lower to trace the spectral gown that clung like mist about +

[𝓛𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓼𝓪 𝓦𝓮𝓮𝓶𝓼 @SoulsSacrifice]

entered Larissa's tone as she tutted, yet still admired the diamond encrusted halo of black roses adorning that river of ink.

A slight flex of her long fingers allowed for her newfound telekinesis to bring one of those petals to full bloom alongside it's companions.

[‍ ‍ ‍ ‍˚ · . 𐒄𝔬𝔯𝔱𝔦𝔠𝔦𝔞 · . @alluredove]

dangerously as her deep eyes narrowed.

When Larissa's magic coaxed a bloom from her crown of black roses, Morticia's pale hand rose, fingertips brushing the midnight petals. "Oh..." Her tone softened, rich and indulgent. "To think even my roses would lean towards you. +

[‍ ‍ ‍ ‍˚ · . 𐒄𝔬𝔯𝔱𝔦𝔠𝔦𝔞 · . @alluredove]

⠀
A sign would not have repelled her, though its absence seems to urge her in all the same.

"Oh, 𝘓𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘢?" Her sultry cadence lilts into a sing-song quality. "Would you care for some company?"
⠀

[‍ ‍ ‍ ‍˚ · . 𐒄𝔬𝔯𝔱𝔦𝔠𝔦𝔞 · . @alluredove]

⠀⠀
Such a perfect opportunity for the matriarch to swan in unannounced, as confidently as if she were the Principal.
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[elizabeth silvertongue (parody) @fierceprctector]

just in her office doing some work.

[‍ ‍ ‍ ‍˚ · . 𐒄𝔬𝔯𝔱𝔦𝔠𝔦𝔞 · . @alluredove]

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I'll have you know, the stories in my head are nothing short of bewitching...

Come now, Larissa... we both know you only 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥 to find me so 'insufferable.' Though suffering, in its way, can be so very exquisite. Either way, you indulge me.
⠀⠀

[‍ ‍ ‍ ‍˚ · . 𐒄𝔬𝔯𝔱𝔦𝔠𝔦𝔞 · . @alluredove]

clear blue. "On him, we agree. He is simply awful... and has Mama wrapped around his bony finger."

Her spirited smile dimmed, brow furrowing, and she added, "You were a far greater principal than he ever could be. I loathe to entrust my darling children to him."

[‍ ‍ ‍ ‍˚ · . 𐒄𝔬𝔯𝔱𝔦𝔠𝔦𝔞 · . @alluredove]

It was no secret that Morticia thrived on the attention of others. It wasn't that she craved their validation, no. Her confidence remained unshaken, as immovable as a heavy tombstone within a formidable storm. Yet still, her magnetism drew gazes, each one caught in the gravity +

[𝓛𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓼𝓪 𝓦𝓮𝓮𝓶𝓼 @SoulsSacrifice]

as perfect as she did tonight.

“But please, if you are going to make a habit of committing a second-degree crime at these functions, would you mind starting with my replacement? His voice irks me. Like a weasel being strangled.”

[‍ ‍ ‍ ‍˚ · . 𐒄𝔬𝔯𝔱𝔦𝔠𝔦𝔞 · . @alluredove]

head as if in deep thought, ebony tresses sweeping sideways in one deliberate motion, not a hair out of place as they fell over her shoulder.

"Mmm, don't tempt me." The mention of Dort cooled Morticia's teasing warmth, shadows flickering beneath her eyes as they met Larissa's +