#jenelain

        venus is at the dollhouse again,   entranced by the display and the way that blinking can send the dolls to a different room,   following their person counterparts.   “ i like venus doll. ”   venus affirms for the umpteenth time before she puts her back,   pushing a little tiny ( repainted,   surprise for later ) ceramic bunny next to her.   like a little secret between her and venus doll.   venus leans in close when jen is turned away,   still,   whispering to venus doll’s little tiny ear.   “ you can move now,   i’m safe and quiet. ”   venus doll doesn’t move,   but venus still presses her finger to the place in her chest where she might feel beating,   and only pulls away when she doesn’t feel anything for a minute.   she knows it’s there,   it will be,   she can feel it.   the young witch moves from her sprawled legs to something straighter,   going to join jen in her place in person world.   like school,   like parties,   away from this room of their oddities.   it’s blunt when she talks,   because she knows she can be.   jen doesn’t mind what she says much,   as long as it’s pretty.   so she doesn’t talk about teeth,   or gore.   “ even dahlia doll seems all bundled. ”   meaning,   stressed,   meaning,   worried,   meaning even more " it’s my responsibility " than normal.   “ what do you think she’s planning? ”  

❛ anyway, am i, uh ... ❜ orla hesitates, like she's not really sure if she's using this the right way — because she isn't, ❛ … ruining my, uh, lines? is it that bad? 'cause i don't really have anywhere else to put this stuff, i'm gonna be real with you. ❜ to be honest, they're also not really sure if they care if they are. not like the rules of fashion have ever been all that present in her mind, despite all of lottie's past attempts at education or whatever she'd called it. but they still kinda wanna know. just in case, right?

“ you know the house rules. no death unless voted on collectively and no harm to the coven. ” the rules were simple because magic couldn’t be held down by mortal laws. but they all agreed on the two statements and so she parroted it out like a slogan. dahlia leaned forward on the counter and continued. “ you’ve built up a lot of suspense, so spill, jen. ”