The Witches Well

For the past hour or so, Lying had been giving Alessandra a lesson on witchery, attempting to teach her why it was the superior magic.

They weren’t one that often entertained company- but damn, they loved teaching people things. They were in the middle of explaining the wonders of Redstone Soup when three words fell from the pretty- and probably bored, to tell truth- redhead’s mouth.

Alessandra wiped her tears away with the sleeve of her sweater, not wishing to leave the trails they made on her. And because the wet feeling on her face was bothering her.

Inhaling, she reached one hand out towards the outstretched other’s, stepping closer, and laced her fingers with their’s. She stepped closer again, almost completely touching them. She huffed slightly, standing on her tip toes for a moment, then pressed her lips to their jaw line.

Her hand was warm in their own, and for a moment, it seemed to melt away the ice that was forever trapped in their pallid skin.

They continued holding their tongue. They weren't sure they'd be able to find the proper words, honestly. So they simply gazed at her, ice blue eyes into shock green ones.

She was beautiful; this much they had noticed quite awhile ago. They weren't one to necessarily pine after another humans beauty, but she had caught their eye, and their interest- and maybe something else, something they hadn't considered possible to catch. That thought in itself was almost terrifying; that they could let this happen, have such a weak spot.

Yet part of them couldn't be bothered to care.

Their ears twitched as they struggled to come up with something, anything to say- and then her lips were pressed to their jaw, and they suddenly felt so warm, and the words tumbled out of their own accord.

Lying crossed their arms over their chest, staring up at the storm sage. “Mr. Dave… to what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?” 

Lying kept a cautious distance between themselves and Martyn, not one for trusting other beings. Or, you know, interacting with them. They looked the dryad over with the air of a predator, before rewarding him with a rather toothy smile.

The forest had changed drastically since the day the dryad became lord of the dead; no longer warm and full of life, now it was cold and dead and brittle. Lying wouldn’t have particularly cared, usually- but truth be told, he had the slightest of soft spots for the little blond, and seeing them so… /un/dead was mildly concerning.

Words are utterly beyond him right now. Lying is stirring up feelings he hadn’t remembered he’d had, a churning mix of predator and hunger and mine. 

Their tail thrashes behind them as they watch Martyn, as they close their eyes and attempt to feel what he's feeling; the hollow, familiar ache of hunger in his gut, the predatory instincts rising within him. They weren't too different from each other, Lying had realised, in that area at least. 

For the past hour or so, Lying had been giving Alessandra a lesson on witchery, attempting to teach her why it was the superior magic.

They weren’t one that often entertained company- but damn, they loved teaching people things. They were in the middle of explaining the wonders of Redstone Soup when three words fell from the pretty- and probably bored, to tell truth- redhead’s mouth.

Sighing, she fixed her glasses, turning around to face them. She had a horrible poker face on, the wet streaks on her face still present, her attempt to keep a bland expression was awful.

She didn’t like lying to Lying. Which was an odd thing to say, considering all things, she’d said she was fine earlier. 

They didn’t press the matter however, shaking their head and sending their ponytail swishing from side to side. And, consequently, a good bit of blood splattering across the floor. Such a mess, but they couldn't be bothered to care.

"Alessandra, I-" They paused, unsure of how to continue. They could always swallow their pride and apologise, but pride leaves an awful taste in ones mouth, and there was nothing but fetid water around to wash it down with.

They settled for holding a hand out towards her, though they were unsure as to where that gesture was going. Were they expecting her to take it? Shake it, perhaps? They didn't know.

For the past hour or so, Lying had been giving Alessandra a lesson on witchery, attempting to teach her why it was the superior magic.

They weren’t one that often entertained company- but damn, they loved teaching people things. They were in the middle of explaining the wonders of Redstone Soup when three words fell from the pretty- and probably bored, to tell truth- redhead’s mouth.

Lying’s sentence trailed off as she slipped off the chest, as they made a rapid attempt to move forward and catch her that wasn’t quite rapid enough. They blinked down at her, surprise welling in them like the tears in her eyes. 

It was then they realised that her unhappiness might have been caused by them. Lying did not often consider other people’s feelings- especially feelings in this particular area. When they had replied to what she had said the way they had, they hadn’t thought much on how it would make her feel.

Which was kind of the problem here.

Which, of course, she was. Many loud, angry somethings. Her own sort of monologue, possibly long enough to compete with the-once-impending Dream World monologue. Although, her monologue also included many jumbled sayings from her mother tongue, which she was fairly certain would sound like absolute rubbish to the well witch.

First photo through my new C920 camera and it’s me in a knitted elf hat from me mum.

For the past hour or so, Lying had been giving Alessandra a lesson on witchery, attempting to teach her why it was the superior magic.

They weren’t one that often entertained company- but damn, they loved teaching people things. They were in the middle of explaining the wonders of Redstone Soup when three words fell from the pretty- and probably bored, to tell truth- redhead’s mouth.

Their foxes ears lent them better hearing then most people possessed, her whispered words heard clear as a bell. It never crossed their mind that she hadn’t wanted them to hear, that their hearing would embarrass her.

Before they could launch into a detailed monologue about the Dream World- which was going to be a long one indeed- however, they finally noticed her change in position, and facial colouring.

Lying's sentence trailed off as she slipped off the chest, as they made a rapid attempt to move forward and catch her that wasn't quite rapid enough. They blinked down at her, surprise welling in them like the tears in her eyes. 

It was then they realised that her unhappiness might have been caused by them. Lying did not often consider other people's feelings- especially feelings in this particular area. When they had replied to what she had said the way they had, they hadn't thought much on how it would make her feel.

Which was kind of the problem here.

For the past hour or so, Lying had been giving Alessandra a lesson on witchery, attempting to teach her why it was the superior magic.

They weren’t one that often entertained company- but damn, they loved teaching people things. They were in the middle of explaining the wonders of Redstone Soup when three words fell from the pretty- and probably bored, to tell truth- redhead’s mouth.

Really, she hadn’t expected anything back, no retort and no notice of it, given how into what they were talking about and how quietly she’d said it. Quietly, she let her bury her face in her hands, and lean onto the cool well wall.

Their foxes ears lent them better hearing then most people possessed, her whispered words heard clear as a bell. It never crossed their mind that she hadn't wanted them to hear, that their hearing would embarrass her.

Before they could launch into a detailed monologue about the Dream World- which was going to be a long one indeed- however, they finally noticed her change in position, and facial colouring.

The forest had changed drastically since the day the dryad became lord of the dead; no longer warm and full of life, now it was cold and dead and brittle. Lying wouldn’t have particularly cared, usually- but truth be told, he had the slightest of soft spots for the little blond, and seeing them so… /un/dead was mildly concerning.

He doesn’t need this, he doesn’t, he doesn’t.

But yet… He’s so hungry, suddenly, an ache gnawing into his stomach.

Their ears twitch lightly. "So far gone you don't remember how much you enjoyed it? You don't remember the taste of warm blood on your tongue, the way it felt to hold a warm, limp body between your teeth?"