the pain in her eyes was evident. as much as joanna hated her, wendy just couldn’t BRING herself there. she couldn’t hate her sister & she most certainly couldn’t blame her. she had been right ---------- she was reckless & dangerous & acted without thinking ; she relied heavily on impulse & that had gone & gotten her niece KILLED. sure, archibald had helped that come full circle, but.. she wondered what things would have been like if she’d simply left well enough alone. the witch takes a moment to swallow the hurt & anger before she feels up to answering lily. ❝ just.. i don’t want to talk about this. the wound is still... still fresh. ❞ her sister hadn’t returned her phone calls in over a century. that was enough to drive anyone a little mad. she HATED her. & now, she had no family --------- lord only knew what the other beauchamps were up to these days. all she knew was she missed them terribly.
&. @shockwrought. / x.








