* STARSOLD.

it's almost comical how only of them was technically dead, although the other looked more like it. the raven stands by the door frame, body propped up on the sill. she didn't mean to terrorize the other, helping was the priority. however, no one could deny the satisfaction that was brought upon her at hearing nova's response. there was something about the lost past that fuelled her morbid curiosity. amusement adorns her features as she fights the ghost of a smile that keeps pulling at her everlasting pout, ❝ you still are. there's nothing people love most than pretending to care for someone in distress. or dead. ❞ words spoken with such nonchalance, as she approached the superstar walking tragedy, ❝ but don't worry. you'll be forgotten in no time. your gravestone just one of many desolated in a cemetery. ❞ for once, that serpentine tongue of hers refrained from using lies. truth, when presented raw, can cause so much pain. and yet, revelations too. ❝ what will you do then? ❞ a genuine inquiry, curious as to how the mind of someone like nova would work in such instance. wednesday's no better than victor frankenstein himself.

❛ yeah, you can fuckin' say that again. if someone tries to subtly promo their shit to me again, i might just start screaming. ❜ she's in an uncharacteristically bad mood. or, more accurately, she's uncharacteristically letting her bad mood show, when normally any and all negative sentiments are usually locked up tight. especially in public, which this party ( a birthday, she thinks — for some big-shot who'd asked her and charlie to make a appearance that they definitely couldn't say no to ) certainly counts as. on a normal night, she'd have that big smile plastered on as she makes her way from conversation to conversation, unphased by the shining lights and shinier facades, but the brightest she can manage so far was offering the bartender a look of relief and an extra fifty when she'd filled her glass a little higher than expected.

she's just so tired.

they're fresh off of a five show run, which came only two days after a three show run, which came after ... well, you get the gist. while she's no stranger to a touring schedule, that doesn't make it any less exhausting. add in a party she doesn't want to go to full of celebrities they hardly even know, and you've got a recipe for a very grumpy girl.

usually, she satiates her morbid desires by watching someone struggling. while she cannot empathize with them, she tries to picture the scenario and nothing makes her more miserable than that. however, analyzing nova as a predator that she is, wednesday cannot help but pity the other. if only charlotte knew the strength that lies in choosing what's right for oneself, not for the sake of others, then maybe she won't be an entertaininment for the raven. arms crossed against her chest as she approaches the forever tormented undead, both brows furrowed, ❝ you should leave the morals for the living. you're an abomination to them. trust me, if they knew, they wouldn't hesitate killing you. ❞

the world wasn't black and white. it was pitch black. society always cornered and tried to exterminate the minority. even if they were harmless. even if they did what nova was doing, afflicting harm on themselves. there's always a reason why someone is the way that they are, the past always following them around, much like a demon hunched over the possessed. ❝ alas, if what you need is a push, i will gladly provide that. ❞ a loophole to their problem, ❝ i'll kill someone and bring them for you to feast on. do we have a deal? ❞ what the other didn't know was that wednesday already had someone chained up in her parent's basement. all she needed to do was bringing the flesh still alive, for nova to have fresh meat to devour. her family certainly won't be missing one human sacrifice the following weekend.