prophetic

@prettyplanchette || starter call.

     ❝ yennifer, can i tell you something without you thinking      i’m  incredibly  BATSHIT?  ❞  so  she   never   thought   she’d      actually  consider  telling  someone   about   the   three   dead       people following her around like magnets and popping in and      out as they please. but she’s already been caught murmuring       ‘ to herself ‘ four times by her, and has been caught randomly      blurting out the name heather TWICE  without  mcnamara  or      duke in sight. if yennifer were to not believe her,  all  it  would      really do aside  from  making  her  feel  like  crap  would  be      cause her to perhaps lose a friend or to be called crazy. and      if yennifer were to SPREAD this, she’d just be known as the      crazy  ghost  girl.  she’ s been   called   worse   and   could      p r o b a b l y deal with it ( with frequent crying spells  in  her      bedroom if it gets bad enough. with westerburg, it just might ).

She is used to it now, the stark silence that accompanies her wake. The awe that the privileged few experience when in her presence.    EVERYTHING and EVERYONE bows down to D E A T H -  time ever aiding in all of her journeys. Where life creates she seeks to take, to envelop and embrace every living creature in the s w e e t tenderness of her arms. Justice may claim to be be blind, but when it came down to it LA MUERTE was the far better equalizer. 

“ My child,”  her voice is soft, tender - a mother’s voice               as she beckons the girl to her side.              “ Do not be afraid to approach me . “

              she’d grown up hearing all about her, had heard the stories & hushed prayers said in her name, & she’d thought, for a short while, that she had been just that: stories. & then the whispers started & the spirits appeared & each time, they came bearing her name, sighing & languished, in desperation, in longing, & she started to believe.