#cuntlike.

the press of her finger tips into her eyes causes her vision to go white.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎she tries to rub out the exhaustion with a deep pressure, as if when her hands drop to her side, it'll all just ease up:‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎no more ache in her muscles or sadness in her bones.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"what do you know about the covens around here?"‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎their tone is blunt, heavier than what one may expect to come out of someone that looks like them.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎in previous years, ashlyn's voice came and went with an airiness that was nearly hypnotizing, and what is left now?‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"please, ishtar, i just want to get out of here, get this over with."‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(@cuntlike).