In The Pale Moonlight || Lucy
It was the middle of the night and like usual, Mary was having trouble sleeping. They had managed to doze off for a couple of hours only to wake up screaming in a cold sweat as they were only so used to by that point. It always left her feeling shaken, an itching almost like electricity coursing just beneath her skin, and it would be impossible to get back to sleep in that state. Sighing to theirself, they pulled their tired body out from under the weight of their blanket and stumbled their way through the mess of clothes and art supplies that littered their bedroom floor. There was only one thing that she knew to do with the buzzing electricity coursing through her and after fetching a mug of coffee from the kitchen, she made her way to the entrance hall that doubled as her personal studio. It didnât take them long to gather their supplies and an easel and soon they were set up out on the courtyard patio, a huge canvas in front of them as they painted. The moon was big and full that night, spilling light bright enough to illuminate their whole workspace for them. The peepers were loud and she could even hear the distant yip of what might be a fox, keeping the atmosphere from falling completely silent, it was a perfect night to be working outside. She let her hands do as they pleased, watching the image slowly work itself out on the canvas as she went, at first looking rather abstract before defining the shapes and silhouettes. They were just beginning to render blood dripping from a set of razor sharp teeth twisting around something fleshy and indistinct when a sudden wailing howl cut through the ambient sound. Mary tensed where she stood, head turned and staring with wide eyes toward the nearby treeline, in the direction sheâd heard the sound. There was a rustling in the underbrush. Dropping their paintbrush and palette, they grabbed their wand from their pocket. @lucytalksalot
