#e. spindle

the voice was back and elspeth was about to have a shit fit. she didn't know what the nightmare was saying but it's rhyming, it's oily tone of voice, the laughter - it was cruel and awful. a curse, she was certain that she was cursed. "shut up." elspeth croaked out, eyes suddenly burning yellow as her nails cut into the palm of her skin. "shut up, shut up, shut up." and the voice, the nightmare, only laughed into her head. when her eyes opened, the yellow fading away immediately, her eyes land onto the other as a small curse falls past her lips. "not you, shoot. not you, i wasn't talking to you. i am s o sorry."