#abrastcnes

a very special starter for @abrastcnes​ she creeps, cat soft from main caravan to the hitched unit they had attached to the back several years ago when their darling girl had gotten old enough to stake out her own space. old enough or demanding enough. a soft chuckle escapes at the memory of a week of relentless memes her little protege had bombarded her with until she had at last relented, with an aggravated scream - in the end purchasing an extension twice as luxurious as her own. rose had always preferred characteristically rustic over new and shiny anyway. shine only mattered when it came to steam. as she passed crow daddy, hanging up the laundry from a nearby tree, she brought a conspiratory finger to her lips, eyes crinkled and twinkling - to which he merely shook his head and smiled, returning to his task. crow daddy’s laid back ease often made for the best buffer between the two most overdramatic in their crew. like mother, like daughter. slipping stealthily into the wee one’s camper, present in tow and already lit, a low legendary hum began to pulse from her twitched and twisted lips. “Fe... fi... fo... fum...i smell the blood of a bright young girl...” the bundle of many covers on the bed huddled deeper with a groan. stubborn little mite. hip to thigh, smile spread wide, rose saddled up into a seat, plopped and propped in a half crescent moon curled about her prey. “i’ll huff...and i’ll puff....and i’ll blow this candle O U T if you don’t get your ASS U P, pigeon.” barefoot prods the lump playfully. “it’s someone’s special daaaaaayyyyy....be a shame to miss it on account of sleep.”

@abrastcnes​ // sc.