WRITTEN BY A NARWHAL

     when she arrived, she stared at him. his hand reached out for the box. she held it tightly to her person as she stared down at him. cold and emptiness filled her eyes. never had she let anyone touch this box. at least, not anyone who would live to tell about it. her eyes narrowed to him, but a smile so fake formed on her face.❝regardless of what lies or truths you might speak, if something should happen to what is in this box...you have been warned.❞ she said straight forward. his promise was empty to her and meant nothing. she had seen people promise lies through their teeth as if it was as simple as breathing. her hands were tight around the box as she brought it forward towards his hand. it was soon placed there, but before she would let go she would stare at him, taking in every detail about him. everything he looked like, so if needed, she would find him, no matter what should something happen.❝you are the only person i have willingly handed this too. do not make it so you will regret this.❞ she stated before finally letting go, to make absolute clarity that he would not be in a good situation should anything happen to it.

     eyes open slowly, empty, void of the life she once had so very long ago. there was no scream, no fear, nothing even though her mind had gone to her darkest places. this wasn’t anything new. her head lifted to look at the window that was open as the night breeze came rolling in. eyes were indifferent as she reached over to grab the tie that had fallen out of her hair. carefully, redoing her up-do as it had been before. she remembered how she once had hope that one day this would all end, but now there was nothing but doom.

You are a pro at playing the age old game of hard to get. Your flirting style runs hot and cold, giving just enough to keep them chasing you. Independent and self-sufficient, you don't need any one person to make you complete. And that independence is exactly what makes people pursue you.

     still unsure, she looked at him. her eyes looked sharp now, intense as she looked at him.❝i shall fetch it...i will return.❞ she muttered, turning her back to him before heading to the door. she knew what would happen should something happen to her precious belonging. he would pay, dearly, for the rest of his days. she would haunt his family for eternity. her hand reached for the door before she stepped into the light of the outside. she didn’t have to walk far to get what she was looking for. an empty alley where a loss brick on the building was. she had come across it many years ago. she collected the precious box behind. her hand running over the box with care. she turned to walk back to the shop. it was some time before the bell rang for the door once again and she stepped through. approaching the desk she held the box close to her chest. eyes covered by bangs, her body practically wrapped around it.

     “i spoke to the devil today and he swears he’s not to blame. and i understood, cause i feel the same. right or wrong, i can hardly tell. i’m on the wrong side of heaven and the righteous side of hell.”

( took from @silvcrreaper & @lacuen )

     his smile didn’t really reassure her. there were too many times she had fallen for fake smiles in this nightmare of a thing she called life. bangs covered her eyes unsure if she should really go through with or not. but she didn’t want to raise any suspicion either. sure it could be understood not to give something up for grieving reasons, but to her it was much more then that. maybe she was selfish, but that feather meant more then anything, even human life. maybe she was insane, maybe she was still grieving, she’d never know. she was silent before turning her back to him.❝you stated that it’d be returned to me if i wished. so giving it to you early would get it back to me sooner would it not?❞ she inquired. if that was the case, then it might be better to get it to him now so no time would be wasted to get it back before she’d bury it away to where no one would get it. no one would want anything from her grave anyways, even if they somehow did remember her, which would never happen.

     i cleaned up the outline around the cutout for the theme. i had left some messiness that was starting to bother me so i fixed it up a bit to make it more clean D:

     could she really trust him? she had never let it fall into another person possession before and what if he was lying? honestly, it wasn’t like there was any value in a feather, so people wouldn’t want to steal it normally. in the past, people just tried to take it from her when they thought she was a witch or some other evil entity because they learned her secret. that was so long ago. she was lucky she hadn’t encountered that problem, especially since she hid it off her person after those days. her head tilted down, her hand tilting squeezing her other hand. this wasn’t just some object it was a literal piece of them, that was all she had left. it was their black feather. their feather that was dipped in such a dark color for the sins they had committed all because of her. after falling silent for some time she inhaled.❝should i...go get it now then and come back?❞ it wasn’t like it was far from here. she had it hidden where there was a loss brick in a building and hidden away from where anyone would find it. the building was also abandoned to ensure no one would see it.

     she watched while he looked, not expecting to have him find anything. it was fine, she’d be able to find her, eventually. after all, she had a more than a lifetime to do so. however, it was when he spoke that she froze up. ‘you will have to leave it here with me.’ a certain unease befell her. the one thing she had left of her beloved, the one thing she’d protect no matter how many times she had to die. yet, she had to give it to this man she didn’t know. she tried regaining her composure.❝even if it’s already in a small box?❞ she questioned, hoping that she wouldn’t have to hand it over to him. she had to remind herself to stay calm. the feather was the only thing that could make her feel uneasy should anything happen to it. she never let anyone touch it. there were only a few times were it was almost taken from her and those people didn’t live to see another day.❝it’s...rather small and the box it’s already in isn’t very big.❞ she tried to convince him as she shifted a bit uncomfortably.

     she wasn’t really surprised. after all, her sister had been long gone before this man even was born.❝ah, i thought i’d ask. perhaps i will try and do that some time.❞ how disappointing, but she should have expected it. she remembered how after she disappeared, her sister was heart broken. yet, how could she go home in her condition? amelia had been turned immortal and had disappointed her family. not only that, she had attempted to take her own life. how odd it would be to approach them, alive and well after that. she heard him talk again, her eyes shifting to him.❝it would be appreciated if you could.❞ she muttered, but didn’t expect the outcome to be any different. it was a tad silly to think anyone would know about someone from the 1600′s.

     when you’ve been napping on and off all day and you keep reblogging from people on accident instead of where the meme came from cause you’re a potato.

     another faint smile as she watches him take the bag. money meant nothing to her. after living for practically 200 years, it was always changing. everything was changing. she lifted blue orbs to look at him.❝no, the park is fine. i’d rather it be far from as you say ‘the hustle and bustle’. it’s a more private and personal grave.❞ she mentioned to him before adjusting her black dress. she did have a thought, two weeks he mentioned. she’d have to remember, since him getting a hold of her more then likely wouldn’t happen. so she’d have to stay here for at least two weeks. she’d have to make better living arrangements if that was the case. it was then a thought struck her. she could visit her sisters grave, but she wasn’t sure where exactly she was buried.❝also, do you happen to know where most people are buried? i had an ancestor buried somewhere close to here a very long time ago by the name of Grace Clarke.❞