#madnificnt

@madnifcnt​ sent  ❛ i love you . is that what you wanted to hear ? ❜ ( to ginny ) 

    the words themselves are tantamount to a crime, an admission of feelings that don’t belong in their dark hearts. confession. but it’s not just that, it’s a breaking point. it’s like sound itself has snapped and plunged the world into silence. and in the hush that follows she knows she’s meant to fill the space, to say something back. to throw it back at them, angry and designed to hurt. or to say it back, soft and caring. she is neither. 

—–    @madnifcnt​​ said :           Believe me, I could do it .

           "   trust me ,   no one’s doubting you there .   ”     sat upon the steps of her front porch ,   maddy is currently on the receiving end of an incredulous stare that is laced with an air of unimpressed exhaustion .   it’s possible that she is lamenting ginny’s taste in friends  ...  and partners .     “   so are you going to do it ,   or are you just gonna be chicken shit about it ?   ”

          "   well  ,   no offense ,   but you’re an idiot if you thought you’d get anything simple with gin .   she has complicated feelings about every time she takes a shit .   ”     she stops and takes a brief glance at the emerald-haired witch ,   scoffing and pulling out the flask tucked inside her jacket .   she uncaps it and takes a swig ,   reveling in the feeling of the burning liquid slipping down into her gut .   a pause ,   an eyeroll ,   before she pointedly offers the flask to mads ,   lips twisted into a scowl .     “   here .   take a swig already ,   you’re depressing me .   ”

@madnifcnt​ sent [ knife + reverse ] for cj. ( your muse using a knife in bed, whether for threat or actually cutting mine. but make it a hook )

      unlike some of her siblings, cj actually feels like she’s earned the right to carry a hook around, having almost died to get it and having used it to save her own life, it only seems right that she gets to carry it around on her belt now along with her sword and the compass she won from that particular adventure. it’s a reminder of her greatest achievement, which makes it a far better reminder than the one certain other people might choose to carry around. 

       and she’s seen mads look at it, of course she has. whenever she pulls it out to clean it or twirl it absently in her hand, there’s a definite look she gets. and it’s different to the look most people get when she’s wielding a deadly weapon. it’s hungrier. and she love that look. 

       so it can hardly be surprising, then, that the next time they’re alone and mads’ mouth is on hers, and they’re half sitting, half-lying on the bed, it easy to remember. so as she shucks her coat and with it, her belt, she grabs the hook from where it’s tucked and pushes mads back against the mattress. “ hey, gorgeous, ” she murmurs, placing the curve of the hook under mads’ chin to force them to look up at her. 

       she kisses them again, biting at their lip before pulling away and sliding the hook into the neck of their shirt. there’s a glint in her eye and she flashes them a grin. “ i’ll get you a new one, ” she promises, right before the metal pierces the fabric and tears it open, giving her more freedom to reach mads’ skin. and reach it she does. the point of her hook presses firmly against the top of their chest, scratching a red line, but not quite piercing the skin, not yet, at least. 

          “   i know hanging out with my sister probably isn’t giving you any extra braincells ,   so i’ll say this nice and slow for you to understand better  --   ”     she casually taps the end of her cigarette so the ashes tumble towards the concrete .     “   go .   away .   ”

@madnifcnt​ sent  [ swat ]  your muse swatting mine’s hand away from something they’re not supposed to touch .  ( for ceej ) 

          ‘   It’s one of many things ---- that’s wrong with me. ’