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“ One track mind,
One track heart.
If I fail
I’ll fall apart. “
|| GO ||
don’t let your past d i c t a t e who you are but let it be p a r t of who you will become
&&. sieglincle
⊰♚ ⊱—; “Oh, I’ll get it! ”What much sense of the world would their be for her to hoist herself up on a crutch to cross a mere few meters? Elizabeth won’t have her in unecessary strain. And perhaps she feels a little cruel after freely bouncing up onto her toes to fetch the hairbrush, so when she returns, she’s sititng on her legs.
“You’re hair is longer than mine. Is it difficult to brush?”
Ah, she was quick. She had already crossed the room and grabbed the hairbrush before Sieglinde had even taken her hands away from the crutches. Still, she was grateful. While she was used to walking with their help, it didn’t necessarily mean that she enjoyed it.
❝Thank you,❞ she said, smiling up at the blonde. The girl was never sure she’d get over how bright and springy Elizabeth’s curls were. ❝It can be. I used to whine a lot when I was younger whenever Wolf would try to brush it.❞ After a small giggle, Sieglinde turned her gaze back to the girl next to her. ❝What about yours?❞
PSA: i am very slow with replies & i tend to be selective with the ones i do. i may or may not have the muse for it. please don’t think i am ignoring you or dropped the thread because i probably have it saved in my drafts. thanks for understanding. (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧

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There were many things Snake had endured due to his skin. The scales were things that attracted unwanted attention. Flashes of living in a cage, starving, enduring points and laughs- he never wanted to go back to that. Even if he was in service of Ciel now, he would never dream of trading that in for his cage. He watched as Oscar enjoyed the small pats to his scales. He would have smiled in fondness if they were alone. His snakes were his friends- like a family. In a way, they were all he had left now. He directed his gaze at the young woman as she spoke. This was, after all, part of his job. These werewolves- it was all some form of mystery. And the smell of it all was just off. ”They are restricted? says Oscar.” That was an odd thing- they were strictly in the village and not one had escaped to the Outside World? And why was it called that? Because she couldn’t get out of her own village? Mystery surrounded this place. He wasn’t sure he liked it.
An ancestor? So, that connected her with the werewolves, but how did that tie into why they were here? He frowned, looking towards the window- to the forest. If he could, he would investigate himself. Perhaps Smile would want him to. “You are upholding the contract then? says Dan.”
Restricted? Sieglinde had honestly never thought of it that way before, but yes, she supposed in their own way even the werewolves were somewhat restricted. Until she or another Green Witch after her managed to complete the Ultimate Magic, the werewolves were without their miasma.
❝--In a way, I guess they are,❞ she said, nodding as she spoke. ❝The werewolves need miasma to survive, and there is very little of it left in the world since humans began to thrive. Here in the forest they guard there are traces of deluded miasma.❞
Mr. Snake’s gaze turned toward the forest and Sieglinde’s followed. Even at that moment, it was possible that the werewolves were out among the trees. They had been acting strangely as of late--a part of her knew that instead of chatting she should instead be working on the Ultimate Magic. But she pushed those thoughts aside as best she could.
❝Yes,❞ Sieglinde answered, averting her eyes from the forest and instead turning them towards the smaller snake. Dan was a cute snake too, she noted. ❝The contract that every Green Witch holds with the werewolves. The Green Witch before me held it, and if there is a Green Witch after me, they will as well.❞
The Scarlet Fox Prefect
…Better to get hurt by the truth than comforted with a lie.
Khaled Hosseini, The Kite Runner (via wordsnquotes)
“Usually I would’ve started you on something simpler. Knitting is usually how my students start.” Roisin retook her seat as she spoke, picking up her own work again. “But you are an exceptionally smart young child, and while cross stitching isn’t the most complicated thing I can teach you it’s still changeling enough for your mind.”
It had been a bit of a challenge to figure out what to teach Sieglinde considering her intelligence. Roisin was only asked to give her lessons in more ‘lady like’ habits, so her task was harder since she for now she couldn’t go into the more in depth lessons she wanted to. But for now this was also a good way for the two of them to get to know each other and get used to being around them.
“And right now you’re only doing the simpler stitches. There are a few other stitches I’ll teach you in our next lesson since you’re doing so well right now.“ Roisin finished her pattern quickly since she had been working on a bookmark instead of a bigger pattern like she had Sieglinde working on. “For now though you’ve still got three more colors to finish out including that blue.”
❝Mmm... I’d like to learn knitting too, sometime,❞ the girl said, slowly and carefully weaving the needle in and out of the fabric like she had been taught. ❝Then I could make Wolf a big, cozy scarf. Oh, and Ciel too! I could make him a scarf as long as he is tall!❞
She found amusement in that, and paused her work to laugh to herself. Sometimes she wondered if she teased the Earl too much. Maybe she did. But his reactions were so funny. If she gave him a scarf like she had described, Sieglinde couldn’t even imagine what sort of reaction he’d have. She wanted to do it. She made up her mind.
❝Oh, but I’m excited to learn more about cross stitching too!❞ Sieglinde added, remembering that she was in the presence of the governess. ❝It’s amazing to see all the beautiful things you can create with it! Even though right now I keep... poking myself...❞
*wants to rp with everyone*
*stares at one draft for three hours*

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J U S T I C E
in this ( world ) is just a bunch of principles, made by those with POWER to suit themselves.
"If you die, I won't forgive you!"
–ooc► Hey, there. Just thought I’d give a heads up that later today (June 1st), I’m going in to have a procedure called a discogram done. I’ve been told by the doctors that it’s pretty painful, and that I will be awake with little to no anesthesia because they need me that way. I’ve also been told that I’ll likely be really sore for the rest of the day and maybe the day after that. So if I’m not online or responding to any of my threads, it’s probably because of that. Who knows, though! Maybe it won’t bother me that much once it’s over, and I’ll feel fine. But I thought I’d drop a line just in case. I’ve learned not to take any chances when it comes to my back.
The way the young woman spoke- she must have wanted to see the outside world so badly. Something was keeping her here, and it wasn’t just her feet. Her own footman seemed to be hellbent on never letting her outside. He wanted to say that he was sure he was right, but he couldn’t be. There was a time when he thought he’d never be saved from his own cage. He, too, had dreamed of a day when he’d sleep in a soft bed, not hay. The hissing continued from Oscar, tongue flicking out as he was pet. Snake’s eyes remained glued on Sieglinde. His scales were very real. No one knew quite how they’d gotten there, but they were all over his body. He was a freak, born in the throws of disgrace. This did, however, form a connection with him and his snakes. They traveled with him everywhere and he cared for them as if they were all he had. “Not everyone thought so says Oscar.” Some thought he was disgusting. His attention was gained again. “Werewolves. I didn’t think they were real says Dan.”
Until they’d come here. And that, Snake thought, was awfully odd. “I prefer snakes, too says Oscar.” He shifted on his feet, looking down the hallway. Dan was hissing about a scent- something similar to the werewolves? Then, he looked towards the young woman. “Why are they here says Dan.”
His words made the witch pause for a moment. Not everyone had thought Mr. Snake’s appearance to be amazing as she thought it was? She supposed it made sense. Despite her extremely sheltered life, she still had been exposed to forms of prejudice (even if it hadn’t necessarily been towards her).
Sieglinde’s heart suddenly felt rather heavy for the footman. What sort of pain had he been forced to endure simply because of his skin?
The little girl wanted to say something, but he had quickly moved on in the conversation. Looking down for a moment, she forced herself to follow his example and leave the previous topic behind. Besides, she couldn’t really blame him for being curious about the werewolves.
❝--Mmm,❞ Sieglinde said, nodding her head. ❝The werewolves don’t leave this forest, so I doubt many people of the Outside World have any knowledge of them.❞
Why were they there--what a loaded question. The little girl gave a tiny sigh, pondering how to answer the question and how much to tell him.
❝Years and years back, there were horrible witch trials in this land,❞ she explained. ❝In an attempt to escape their persecutors, many witches fled into the forest. And one witch offered up her own legs to protect her companions, forming a contract with the werewolves. That witch was the original Green Witch--an ancestor of mine.❞
Roisin looked up from her own pattern when Sieglinde started cheering happily. Putting the fabric and needle down she circled the table between them to check on her handywork before giving her the next bunch of thread. When the child jabbed herself with her needle again Roisin just shook her head softly and chuckled, taking a plaster from her pocket to cover the freshly bleeding wound for her.
“You’re getting much better Sieglinde.” She praised, gently patching the jabbed finger. “Maybe soon we can move into the more complicated stitches.” Gathering the blue thread from the table she held it out to the young girl. “Now the blue will be for this part of the pattern.” She had traced the pattern onto the fabric to help guide Sieglinde since she wasn’t used to doing this. Free hand was a more experienced step
Following the governess’ finger closely, the ex-witch watched intently as the pattern was traced in front of her. The young girl had done many, many things in her short life, but not much related to needlework hadn’t been included on that list. In short, it was somewhat like exploring new territory--and Sieglinde loved to learn new things.
❝I see,❞ the girl said, nodding her head a few times and taking the blue thread in her hands. ❝Thank you for explaining this for me, Miss Clery. And for patching me up.❞ The girl paused to look closely at the fabric, making sure that she started with the new color in the correct place. ❝--Needlework is a lot harder than I thought it would be!❞

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Good, so she did have a servant accompanying her. That was all he needed to know to feel better about this girl being alone at the moment.
Edgar lead the way to the sitting room, he found a couch and sat down, setting the books on the coffee table nearest to them.
“ So, are you from Germany? “ He asked, after she had a chance to sit down. He was guessing she was, since her German seemed to be well practiced. But then again she could be an English noble who visited Germany often, or she could have lived in Germany but come from England. There was many Germans at Weston, so he felt obligated to ask.
His family was French, but he never got the chance to travel to France with his schooling; he did speak French rather fluently though, much better then he could speak German. Edgar was happy to have this talk though, his German already seemed to be improving using the girl as an example.
Settling into the couch and propping her crutches up beside her, Sieglinde couldn’t help but give a small sigh. It felt good to be off of her feet. Even if Wolfram returned soon, she decided that she would rest there for a while.
Lifting her legs up ever-so-lightly, she peered down at her tiny feet that peeked out from under her dress. The shoes didn’t appear to be falling off or out of place, and from what she could feel, the bandages under her tights seemed to still be tight enough. Nodding her head, she turned her attention back to Edgar as he began to speak again.
“Yes, I am,” she said, smiling and folding her hands in her lap. “Though, certain circumstances required that I visit England for some time.”
She purposefully danced around the topic of why she was in the country, and would continue to do so. Even Sieglinde, who could still be considered somewhat naive, understood that her reasons for being in England were not something to parade around.
--That, and some of the hurt behind those reasons was perhaps still a little too fresh.
Sieglinde Sullivan the 'Green Witch'