* RENEW / REVIVE !

                    “   ----   of   COITUS,   i presume?   ”   the confession is like   MUSIC   to her ears and brings about a   PLEASANT,   TINGLING   sensation rivaled only by that of the eerie,   celestial notes that her theremin produces.   the grin that tugs fervently at the corners of her lips is one she doesn’t bother to hide.   the   ‘   SUPREME   ’   before her deserves no such courtesy.   “   now tell me,   my dear,   was that with your   first   or   second   husband?   one can never be quite sure;   you go through them   so   quickly.   ”   ||   @velvetipped   ||   MEME

                    “   please,   don’t   SAY   that,   miss cordelia.   ”   she’s not above begging,   desperation forcing hot,   stinging tears to well along her lash line.   “   i don’t want to be the   SUPREME   ----   ”   words echo so similarly to another’s from the not-too-distant past,   though she cannot possibly realize it.   “   ----   not if it means losing you.   ”   her hands seek out the older witch’s,   fingers lacing together tightly.   “   there has to be   something   we can do.   we still need you.   i   still need you.   ”   ||   @offantasiesandfear   ||   MEME

                    cupped   DELICATELY   between ringed fingers,   she holds a warbling starling.   where silence had reigned only moments before,   its song fills its cheeks and chest and all of the other hollow spaces left behind.   “   VITALUM   VITALUS,   ”   she answers,   the soft petals of her lips curling into a lopsided grin as the little bird ruffles its feathers against her palms.   “   it’s a witch thing.   ”   the words fall from her with an air of nonchalance that belittles the   POWER   that she holds,   as   DARK   and   DIVINE   as it is   BEAUTIFUL.   “   this little guy must’ve hit the window.   ”   she lifts the creature to breathe one last breath of life into it before extending her arms out into the cool midday air and opening her hands,   offering him his freedom.   “   i couldn’t just leave him there.   ”   she watches him stretch his wings before taking flight and disappearing into the treeline,   feeling envious only for the briefest of moments.   “   it wasn’t his time.   ”   ||   @ettusoror   ||   MEME

                    “   you worry far too much,   little bird.   ”   gloved fingers,   still nimble despite their age,   weave through the air,   controlling the pitch of the whimsical instrument beneath.   “   there is only so much one witch can do.   que será,   será,   as they say.   it is out of your hands now,   my darling.   ”   she looks up for the briefest of moments,   long enough to notice heavy circles beneath tired eyes and   CLUCKS   her tongue in response.   “   relax,   cordelia.   listen closely to the celestial tones.   let them soothe your tempestuous soul and lull you to sleep.   ”   ||   @perpetuumclausus   ||   MEME