"witch," she spits, "miracle-maker," she murmurs. it's a song, it's a prayer, the girl's hands gripping the edge of the table as if to prevent herself from reaching forward, for the twin. "they are looking for you, you know. everywhere." she sinks in her seat, sighing, her body a mismatched jigsaw puzzle, full of thin white scars. absentmindedly, her thumb swipes across the one that connects her other thumb to the hand. "everywhere but here. we can help each other." she smiles, sweetly. it looks off. it falls flat. a discordant little note in a rather worrying symphony. "don't you want to be helped?"
&&. @ariaswords (for ash)
