a knock at her DOOR. and another. her incessant rapping on the wooden surface begins to grate even herself, but isabelle's not stopping; she came all the way here and she's not leaving until mina lets her in. ❝ come ON! what's taking you so long to open? i brought pizza and it's getting cold. ❞ it wasn't, but that's just the excuse she's giving to have the warlock open the door faster. ❝ i'm dying here. DYING, i tell you. ❞ she isn't. at all. over-dramatic much? ❝ the movie isn't going to watch itself, mina! ❞

@discordence ♡ CALL.

“you know, when i was younger, wyatt and i used to conjure up dragons.” fire-breathing creatures that were bright amusements in her life. “mine was named serelath, but i called it sera for short.” it branded her soul, a connection never forgotten. even though melinda and wyatt were always in trouble for conjuring up such creatures, it never stopped them. “she was the best creature i ever owned. i was the only one able to tame her and her fire never harmed me. — there was a mutual connection instilled between us. — sera was my best friend for as long as i can remember.” the dragon was a protector and loyal companion, without sera, melinda wouldn’t have been the same. “moral of this little story, i’m lucky to have you as a friend and i’m always going to be there for you. you may not be my dragon, but you’re my friend and you’re like a little sister to me. i’m always gonna protect you.” ( @discordence )

❛  i am not  his  personal BABYSITTER.  hire another useless card to deal with his fitting about.   ❜

                     ❛       BLAH , BLAH , BLAH. this is boring.       ❜       // @discordence.

no more than lowly servant at the royals' beck  &&  call. he snarls with every order , advising aresenic as tea.  such cannot go unnoticed , but it is said goodness can be found in all , even though who fight with such DISDAIN. so the queen ----- perhaps in all the  goodness  of her heart ----- clings to some small hope in the thought of changing the ways of disobedience into loyalty. but why should he bow to those so UNDESERVING. all her loyal subjects may follow blind and ill , but he shall detest with every last dying breath until power may reclaim its rightful throne. the boy leaves his post unattended, taking a brief moment of breath in the wonderland air just outside the castle walls. sudden noise beckons his attention. fogged air hazes his vision but he can make out something, or rather someone, lurking in the distance.   ❛  have you  never  heard of a door ?  --  the queen herself gladly leaves the bastard open for any sort of riff-raff.  no use in SKULKING.   ❜

totally uncalled for but highly wanted starter for @discordence​