#aintholy

Clem winces as the girl gently pats her freshly wounded eye with a warm cloth despite the excruciating pain it brought her. She shakes her head, unwilling to reveal herself. Rani was a good girl, but gods be damned, the tigress had claws. Luckily, her eye wasn't infected. Clementine refuses to tremble in front of her. "I... I can't see," she whispers softly, brows furrowed in great concern. "You... You shouldn't look at me."

Helena sat in her usual pew near the front of the church, head bowed as she prayed. Things were so fucked up, it felt like this place was the only place in town that she felt like she could get some genuine peace and quiet anymore. And that included her own house, which she pretty much avoided unless it was time to sleep. She ate in the cafeteria, or she spent her day here, if there weren’t chores around town to be done.

              ❛   OR   impulsive   last-ditch   actions   that   get   people   killed,   ❜   chimes   lydia,   plugged   into   𝓲𝓶𝓹𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰   𝓭𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱   enough   to   know   the   difference   between   that   &   a   risk   with   potential   ---   and   GOD   FORBID   she   enables   fatal   stupidity   as   a   𝑩𝑨𝑵𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑬.   ❛   wouldn’t   it   be   better   to   plan   things   out   &   consider   potential   dangers   first   before   enthusiastically   propelling   yourself   into   a   DEATH   TRAP   ?   i’d   be   happy   to   help   with   whatever   you’re   up   to,   ❜   she   volunteers,   having   enough   time   on    perfectly   manicured   hands   without   any   studying.