𝔅ᵉᵈʳᶤᵈᵈᵈᵉᶰ ᴰᵉˢᵖᵃᶤʳ

-斷罪の花- by 白祈QSR [pixiv] 

      “      it doesn’t look that bad , does it ?      “

     madoka rarely got into scuffles that make her carry excessively thorough physical marks , but this was an exception as the woman brushes her cheek with a gloved hand to feel for the set of weeping scratches she knows has settled in on her face . 

{||{ ᴴᵒᵖᵉ ᵉᵐᵖᵒʷᵉʳᶳ ᵐᵉ }||}

The gentle goddess’ words didn’t calm the frightened girl, her expression refusing to change as her eyes caught the haunting sight of weeping wounds, the crimson lifeblood of her savior being wasted.

          “ It’s bad, Madoka! You look as if you were mauled.”

♏Ƨ —  (                   don’t   hate   me                     )

                                       ❝      B—EWWH—-       ❞

                      Momo pauses for a moment, before her hand                       waved out in front of her,   a nervous chuckle                                       escaping chapped lips.

                            ❝      D–DON’T  cry—miss—–                                     I’m  uh——–sorry———-               ❞

{||{ ᴰᵉᵃᵗʰ ᶳᵘʳʳᵒᵘᶰᵈᶳ ᵐᵉ }||}

             The small NUTCRACKER WITCH started to tear up in fear, grabbing her dress as her trees fell down, shaking as she tried to keep from running away.

♏Ƨ —  (                   don’t   hate   me                     )

                              ❝       E-EEHH .  .  ?               ❞

                     CONFUSION   settles into her fragile,  YOUNG  mind.                      her    soft    features resorted into a scrunched up look,                      leaning back gently ; balancing on the balls of her feet.

{||{ ᴰᵉᵃᵗʰ ᶳᵘʳʳᵒᵘᶰᵈᶳ ᵐᵉ }||}

Panic settles into the witch as the pretty girl spoke, fearful that this one too would hurt her. Did this girl not realize where she was ? Was this a magical girl like the rest of them ?

      『  明美  』

              This was a witch’s labyrinth, without a doubt. And not just any witch. While Homura did not know or have the time to care who she used to be, there was certainly something wrong. The person before did not resemble a witch. If anything, she almost resembled……

              And this labyrinth, for reasons Homura can’t explain, felt so painful to walk through. It was as though every detail she noticed placed a fresh scar on her already damaged heart. 

{||{ ᴰᵉᵃᵗʰ ᶳᵘʳʳᵒᵘᶰᵈᶳ ᵐᵉ }||}

HOMULILLY kept quiet, watching the familiar face come closer to the hospital doors. She looked small from where she was on the top floor of the toy building. She touched the glass that showed her hospital room. She could easily come out and show herself completely. . .

Her Clara Dolls sneered and came to poke at the girl. They were simply playing, holding back the need to attack, but simply sampling what could be prey soon.