I Am My Mother's Savage Daughter

@bloody-mixtapes​ dared me to call Franklin out. Merry Christmas

“Oh you think so?” She smiles politely, a soft flush on her cheeks at the comment, “I don’t consider it psychic so much as just intuition itself. I will admit I was trying to stretch my metaphysical muscles more before I ended up here... maybe I should work on that again.” The redhead trailed off, before she seemed to back track, replaying the conversation in her mind. “Wait... did you say share? Like as in you have psychic abilities?!?” She can barely contain her excitement, manifesting in a small bounce on the balls of her feet, “I’d love to have the chance to see what you can do! Perhaps... we can stretch our muscles together then? It would be nice to have some company... I’ve been missing my coven.” @askyoichiasakawa

                         Lovingly penned by Foksy                                            Mun and Muse 21+                                                   Minor Interaction Friendly! “I’m a boon in your life -- Never forget that I can become a Hex just as quickly”

Reading through the inner thoughts of someone she absolutely knows sent this in, she clasps at her necklaces with a shaking hand. She didn't know that's how he felt, and that kind of kills her a little inside to know he thinks that way. She definitely doesn't feel that way at all, but she knows that insecurities like that take time to work out, and she'll do no good by trying to rush it. "Quentin... there's nothing you need to be sorry for..." she says, her voice a little shaky and tight, "I didn't know why..." She stops for a moment to clear her throat, and compose herself, "Either way, I think you're wonderful teammate, and you are more than the perks you bring to the table. Nothing can replace the mind you have for trials, that alone to me is worth more than any boon I could ever come up with. I hope that you can find confidence in that fact some day. Until then, I'd like to be friends, but I understand if you can't for a while. Either way I'm not going anywhere, no matter how grumpy you may be. Just let me know if I push too much. I'll back off from the friendliness any time you need." @drowsy-dreamwalker

Mikaela: These are Pokémon cards.

Mikaela swallowed hard when she looked up at the tall killer offering her flowers. Carmina was a terrifying sight to behold during matches, but here she seemed sweet.  “They’re beautiful!” She said, taking them gently and burying her face in them to catch the lingering scent, “It’s very unexpected but thank you so much. I love flowers don’t you?” She turned a smile on the Artist, beaming with happiness, and plucked one of the flowers from the boquet. “Here, the red will match nicely with your dress.” She said, holding up a rose and gesturing for the taller woman to lean down so she could tuck the flower behind her ear.