𝓦𝐀𝐋𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐆𝐀 .ᐟ

⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀a scar i can’t reverse. ❜ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀( the more it heals, the more it hurts. )

[ꨄ @lostaffections]

my heart is as cold as stone, and yet you were able to break it.

[Fleamont @bambishearts]

- @mortalaixic

[𝓦𝐀𝐋𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐆𝐀 .ᐟ @mortalaixic]

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ it is this docile nature that prompts her to come nearer still, taking a seat beside him, her head tipping to rest against his shoulder.

[𝐚𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝. @espritdeserpent]

And he’s staying still, palms calmly resting against his thighs to convey his desire not to frighten her.

Eyes examining his older sister after so many years of separation.

[𝓦𝐀𝐋𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐆𝐀 .ᐟ @mortalaixic]

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ "i wanted," and her voice turns shrill, "you to leave, but you, foolish boy, kept needling and lying. so now, i'll carve the truth from your bones."

[𝓦𝐀𝐋𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐆𝐀 .ᐟ @mortalaixic]

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ she lets him, skin slippery with ichor, “i think i lost myself,” and indeed her own voice feels too distant, an echo in the caverns of her mind.

perhaps she had never been found, her youth and now primed age wandering a labyrinth, maybe her bones would walk there too.

[𝙁𝙐𝙉𝘾𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝘼𝙇𝘾𝙊𝙃𝙊𝙇𝙄𝘾 . @AnEchoOfFury]

he’s taking her hands, unbothered by the blood and bringing her back to her feet. “come, dear. we’ll mend your hands and replace the flowers.”

he knew she needed this, some days he sank just as deeply into the oblivion of insanity as she had. but he was still able to escape it.

[𝓦𝐀𝐋𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐆𝐀 .ᐟ @mortalaixic]

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ his voice is enough to still her movements, bloodied fingertips suspended above the final rose, the smell of burning flora clinging to the soft petals. consideration, then slowly, she replaces the single flower into the vase.

[𝙁𝙐𝙉𝘾𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝘼𝙇𝘾𝙊𝙃𝙊𝙇𝙄𝘾 . @AnEchoOfFury]

that’s his cue to kneel down beside her, hoping he can get through to her mind today. “darling? you can’t kill all the flowers, they’re your mother’s favourite.”

[𝓦𝐀𝐋𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐆𝐀 .ᐟ @mortalaixic]

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ a soft hum as she tends to roses, ripping the thorns out one by one and casting the rest of the mutilated bodies into the fire.

[𝓦𝐀𝐋𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐆𝐀 .ᐟ @mortalaixic]

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ memories are curious things, they contort in her head, plague her mind with muddled recollections. she cannot tell reality from the landscape of her nightmares. so she approaches, slowly, with no anger, just the confusion that she resides in.

[𝐚𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝. @espritdeserpent]

He’s concerned for her, but he’s counting on her not remembering what happened with himself and their family . @mortalaixic

[𝓦𝐀𝐋𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐆𝐀 .ᐟ @mortalaixic]

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ “no,” she croons, reaching the boy, “i don't think so."

[𝓦𝐀𝐋𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐆𝐀 .ᐟ @mortalaixic]

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ “my mind is clear,” and she steps on to the foyer floor, “you should have left when i told you to, and you shouldn’t have lied.”

[𝓦𝐀𝐋𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐆𝐀 .ᐟ @mortalaixic]

›› will leave.”

[𝓦𝐀𝐋𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐆𝐀 .ᐟ @mortalaixic]

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ “you talk, and talk, and talk,” the matriarch responds, “but i care not for it.”

her head aches, a deep — seated pounding, it pulls at her nerves, makes them tender to the touch. “i don’t want,” and she falters, fingertips walking up her head to ››

[𝖇ʟᴀᴄᴋ .ᐟ @nocturnowitch]

Vega's eyes narrowed, patience wearing thin as she absorbed Walburga's harsh and dismissive words. The air crackled with tension as they took a deep breath, trying to maintain their composure despite the provocation.

"Insolence, you say?" Vega's voice dripped with an icy edge, _

[𝓦𝐀𝐋𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐆𝐀 .ᐟ @mortalaixic]

›› snake rise, swaying with the motion of its diamond head, “or,” two fingers rise to her eyes, “see what came before,” and she stabs extremities to the floorboards. the venomous creatures slithering swiftly off on emerald bellies, darting down the hall, “only one ››

[𝓦𝐀𝐋𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐆𝐀 .ᐟ @mortalaixic]

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ “you do,” a hiss, “you lie, and you beg, it’s vile. it taints me.”

[𝓦𝐀𝐋𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐆𝐀 .ᐟ @mortalaixic]

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ extremities wind into her hair, harshly yanking, “you 𝐥𝐢𝐞,” and the wand raises, “i was taught the ways of suffering young. it purifies the blood.”

[𝓦𝐀𝐋𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐆𝐀 .ᐟ @mortalaixic]

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ magic seals the door shut, a tomb of four walls, of ornate windows, and she slowly descends the stairs. “you lie,” a soft murmur, “my boy isn’t . . . can’t . . . and i am not.”

[𝓦𝐀𝐋𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐆𝐀 .ᐟ @mortalaixic]

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ all his words meld in her head, lie after lie until she has no semblance of truth from the boys mouth. she slashes downwards, picture frames crashing to the floor, kreachers croaky voice sounding with the shattering of glass as he seeks out the master of the house.

[𝓦𝐀𝐋𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐆𝐀 .ᐟ @mortalaixic]

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ it is a scream of rage, violent and consuming as the seas, "GET OUT, GET OUT, GET OUT."