𝐏𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐀 𝐏𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐀 𝐏𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐀

It's   my   dance   and   I   have   performed   it                                       𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉   𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆   𝒂𝒏𝒅   𝒂𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒏   𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉   𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔   𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒔   .

#𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐏𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐀 ⠀⠀▬ indie   ,   private   interpretation   of   𝘍𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢   𝘎𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘦   from   𝑨𝑯𝑺:   𝑪𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒏   largely   focusing   on   her   youth   at   the   height   of   her   power   in   a   modern   age,   a   small   look   into   sensitive   topics   revolving   around   culture   ,   theft   ,   and   the   consequences   of   choosing   to   be   the   worst   to   the   very   end   ,   but   there's   always   a   villain.   the   way   this   woman   continued   to   haunt   the   narrative   without   a   single   soul   saying   her   name   after   Cordelia   rose   needs   to   be   studied.

❛ Diana , dear . . . why not just kill them? certainly they would deserve to know the price of you and your wrath. hm? ❜ the witch in black drifts toward the Amazon elegantly , slowly , slithering forth like a serpent of forked tongue. the other witch is a veritable giant of a woman all things considered — a fact given thought in Fiona's calculated approach — and so , Fiona carefully takes hold of her tensed bicep. ❛ be done with humoring filth. would they have considered giving any one of us mercy? so why offer it to them? ❜

Fiona's appeal to her base emotions misses a step, and the witch in red knows not whether she is grateful for such an omission... or saddened by how quickly her own heart leapt to fill such a lapse.

To be tested, as they had tested her, time and time again was surely cause for recompense; a stronger hand than had been wielded before. To strike even one of these frightened men down would cast a boulder into still waters and e'er give immutable notice to any — ALL who'd even dare consider standing opposite her.

It would be 'fair'. A balancing of the scales, as it were... but what Fiona missed, perhaps on purpose?, is how easy it would be. How simple to let the grip on her arm take root, and guide her swing through the heaven's latest catch.

the eyes of a man cannot lie to them. these witchy , witchy eyes see through all their unearned arrogance. the useless nature of men to fear the axe and the woman for her physical form — her pure animal magnetism bred into this blade honed body of the Amazon. and yet , it is the Amazon they should be least wary of present. the youth of Fiona lends to their near dismissal of her. the supreme witch supple and beautiful as freshly flowered earth is but a girl. do they fear the tiger stalking their midst? or itty - bitty , tiny , harmless Fiona?

the hand of Diana is firm with the burning icor blood of the gods , but her arm — though tense — is still. the wrath of the hero has been stayed by the pure heart of her person hood.

and Fiona — Fiona is the devil.

shall she perch here on the shoulder of mercy and whisper temptations of retribution? is that not divine right? the right to enact vengeance when wronged? sharp claws pink as conch pearls sparkle as they spread wide , dancing spindly fingers reaching out for the Amazon’s darkened visage. the pain that Diana cannot hide from the all-seeing eye of Fiona shone bright in crystal blue eyes. the witch slipped deftly into the tall sister's personal space lead by the lips.

❝ these eyes of yours . . . you see them , don't you? the spirits of our sisters wailing? ❞ Fiona draws up to the tips of her toes that she may speak close intimately with the other witch , just the two of them able to hear her low utterings. Fiona is cunning. Fiona is shameless. Fiona positions herself behind the very broad , strong form of the Amazon as though she was a helpless thing. the sweet , naive Diana as immovable as a wall is a protector at heart. could Diana truly allow them to kill another of them?

would she allow them to kill her? Fiona of stardust and ozone forcing the world into its place where it will revolve around the witch-queen. the dark star greedy as an endless vacuum pulling and clawing at love and favor and power. the supreme is delicate with her claws curling under the Amazon's chin.

❝ they come for us still bathed in their blood, ❞ fevered whispering , lips drawn back into a snarl , she is bloodthirsty and she is ugly with the fury boiling her blood. the supreme in all her calm , collected elegance shows a crack in her demeanor. how kind of Fiona — ❝ in the name of the supreme , I condemn these foul , gutless worms to whatever hell awaits them. Diana , sister , will you enact my sentence? ❞ — to shoulder the burden of murder and guilt with her judgement. the first truly queenly action she's ever taken , and it's still for not but her own vaulting selfishness.

⁽   *   ⁾    𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒  𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐊   →   sentence  starters

“I  will  always  find  you,  no  matter  how  lost  you  feel.”

“Let  me  take  your  pain—if  I  could  bear  it  for  you,  I  would.”

“You  don’t  have  to  stand  alone—I’ll  always  be  here  to  catch  you.”

“Your  scars  do  not  make  you  less  worthy  of  love.”

“Rest  now.  I’ll  be  here  when  you  wake.”

“I  will  stand  between  you  and  the  storm.”

“Tell  me  your  story—I  want  to  know  every  part  of  you.”

“Run.  I’ll  hold  them  back.”

“Let  me  hold  you  until  the  nightmares  fade.”

"If  they  want  you,  they’ll  have  to  go  through  me  first.”

“I  will  always  be  your  light,  even  in  the  darkest  moments.”

“Come  back  to  me.  I’ll  wait  as  long  as  it  takes.”

“I  won’t  let  them  take  you—I’d  give  anything  to  keep  you  safe.”

⁽   *   ⁾    𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒  𝐒𝐄𝐄   →   scene  prompts

LAVENDER  →  A  small,  cozy  apartment  in  the  heart  of  a  busy  city.

CHERRY  BLOSSOM  →  A  rooftop  bar  with  twinkling  fairy  lights.

RED  ROSE  →  A  luxury  penthouse  suite.

SUNFLOWER  →  A  sunflower  farm  just  outside  of  town.

RUE  →  A  quiet,  almost  abandoned  street  in  the  heart  of  the  city.

FORGET-ME-NOT  →  A  run-down  but  charming  vintage  record  store  tucked  between  newer  shops

BLACK  VELVET  PETUNIA  →  A  chic,  underground  jazz  club  in  a  city’s  artsy  district.

MARIGOLD  →  A  farmers’  market  on  a  busy  weekend  morning.

MOONFLOWER  →  A  secluded,  trendy  rooftop  lounge  overlooking  a  sprawling  cityscape  at  night.

POPPY  →  An  abandoned  warehouse  on  the  outskirts  of  town.

MANDRAKE  →  A  small,  independent  cafe  nestled  on  a  quiet  street.

LILY  →  A  serene,  minimalist  art  gallery  with  bright  white  walls.

CARNATION  →  A  high-end  florist  shop  with  glass  vases  of  colorful  blooms.

PEONY  →  A  luxury  spa  retreat  by  the  beach.

ORCHID  →  A  rooftop  garden  in  a  sleek  modern  building.

DAFFODIL  →  A  trendy  brunch  spot  by  the  lake.

TULIP  →  A  chic  urban  loft  filled  with  large  windows  and  tulip  arrangements.

CAMELLIA  →  A  sleek  art  deco  hotel  lobby.

JASMINE  →  A  night-lit  garden  terrace  attached  to  a  modern  apartment.

SNAPDRAGON  →  A  secret  garden  tucked  behind  an  old  café  in  the  city.

LOTUS  →  A  chic  yoga  studio  with  floor-to-ceiling  windows  overlooking  a  busy street.

It's   my   dance   and   I   have   performed   it                                       𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉   𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆   𝒂𝒏𝒅   𝒂𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒏   𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉   𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔   𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒔   .

#𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐏𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐀 ⠀⠀▬ indie   ,   private   interpretation   of   𝘍𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢   𝘎𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘦   from   𝑨𝑯𝑺:   𝑪𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒏   largely   focusing   on   her   youth   at   the   height   of   her   power   in   a   modern   age,   a   small   look   into   sensitive   topics   revolving   around   culture   ,   theft   ,   and   the   consequences   of   choosing   to   be   the   worst   to   the   very   end   ,   but   there's   always   a   villain.   the   way   this   woman   continued   to   haunt   the   narrative   without   a   single   soul   saying   her   name   after   Cordelia   rose   needs   to   be   studied.

It's   my   dance   and   I   have   performed   it                                       𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉   𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆   𝒂𝒏𝒅   𝒂𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒏   𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉   𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔   𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒔   .

#𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐏𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐀 ⠀⠀▬ indie   ,   private   interpretation   of   𝘍𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢   𝘎𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘦   from   𝑨𝑯𝑺:   𝑪𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒏   largely   focusing   on   her   youth   at   the   height   of   her   power   in   a   modern   age,   a   small   look   into   sensitive   topics   revolving   around   culture   ,   theft   ,   and   the   consequences   of   choosing   to   be   the   worst   to   the   very   end   ,   but   there's   always   a   villain.   the   way   this   woman   continued   to   haunt   the   narrative   without   a   single   soul   saying   her   name   after   Cordelia   rose   needs   to   be   studied.

prompts for characters getting to know each other.

“i don't think you realize how much people notice you.”

“you don't seem particularly trusting. then again, maybe neither am i.”

“you have a habit of appearing at interesting moments.”

“you strike me as someone who trusts their gut. am i wrong?”

“i've noticed you always leave before everyone else.”

“i think you enjoy keeping people guessing.”

“you seem restless.”

“it's strange how you can be surrounded by people and still feel alone.”

“have i ever told you that you're difficult to read?”

“you look like you haven't slept.”

“you know this place well enough that i'm starting to wonder if you've always lived here.”

“do you ever worry about the kind of person you're becoming?”

“i've known a lot of people. none of them were quite like you.”

“i can't decide whether people truly change, or if they just become better at hiding parts of themselves.”

“i had the strangest dream last night. do you remember yours when you wake up?”

“the more i get to know you, the more i keep noticing little similarities between the two of us.”

“i didn't realize you'd remember that.”

“most people seem uncomfortable with silence. i never minded it much.”

“you seem to know more than you're saying.”

“you seem comfortable on your own. i wonder if that's the same thing as never feeling lonely.”

“do you always look this serious?”

“you're easier to talk to than i expected.”

“i've always thought trust is harder to earn than people pretend.”

“you always seem to be watching.”

“i think you've been avoiding me.”

“you're not at all what i thought you would be.”

“whenever i ignore my instincts, i end up regretting it. what about you?”

“i wasn't expecting to run into you again.”

“i can't tell if you're someone who enjoys solitude or just tolerates it.”

“i know it sounds childish, but i can't help believing some people are meant to find one another.”

“you make a terrible liar.”

“you don't strike me as the sort of person people forget.”

“i think people underestimate you.”

“i can't decide whether you're charming or frustrating.”

“i don't think i've seen you smile before.”

“i wasn't sure you'd come.”

“it's a little strange. i think i've started looking forward to seeing you.”

“sometimes i wonder if we ever really know anyone.”

“you're surprisingly good company.”

“i think most people would like to believe they're good. i'm not sure it's always that simple.”

“i think being truly understood is a far rarer thing than people realize.”

“i don't usually tell people this...”