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Auburn was worried about her best friend. 

This was nothing unusual in itself, as April being April often gave her concerns a solid foundation, but these days, it was something she could not lie about. Not even to herself and usually, this was what she excelled in. Things were different this time, because Auburn was the one who was holding the knife that inevitably hurt her best friend in her own hands. And she could not put it down, could not put it away.

But she wanted. Gods, she wanted — she WANTED to confront the other, wanted to talk to her. Before it was too late. Before the knife would HARM someone she had loved before she had really known what she was going to do with her life and its endlessness. It hurt to know that she was not going to be good enough to put away the knife. Failure always stung but this time, it was worse.

She looked at her best friend, looked at April as she gestured and laughed, blissfully unaware of the shadows that were closing in because the truth could never be hidden for long, not when it always kicked up the dirt after it had been buried somewhere. Too many knew where it had been buried and while Auburn was COMMITTED to the idea of throwing more and more soil onto the grave to keep it down, she knew that not everyone was helping her with this noble task. 

If it would not be her who slipped up, shattering April’s happiness, it could easily be someone else, someone who would not slip up but rather make a conscious choice — the choice to VALUE the truth higher than April’s happiness. And should this happen, Auburn would not be able to judge, to condemn such behaviour — because most of the time, she was the same. Most of the time, she would tell the truth as well. She was the one who was betraying her principles for someone else’s happiness, and she could not expect that others would do the same, that others would make to the some conclusions.

❄┆❝ THE BREATH OF DEATH ❞ { accepting }

   She had noidea what year it was or what name anyonewas going by these days. Because neither information actually mattered toher lately. Years came and went, no matter which one they were, and names? Theyrarely remained important either. Everything was in constant change, goingaround in circles. And — she was so used to that at this point that shenearly felt like laughing at the Fourth’s words.

   Only —laughing was difficult with one lung ruinedand it was not that funny, anyway. Because she had been a reckless idiot, and nowshe had to pay the price for that. And, gods, it was a high price.

   But althoughthere was no way for February not to die ( because even if this injury would healfast enough, she had been injured too badly ), there was something aboutthe way April was righting right now that threw her off. Because — they werenot close, had never been, and yet, the other seemed to know what had to be saidand the Second could appreciate the other’s words. They were just as differentand alike as the seasons — different in some ways and yet bound by theirsimilarities.  And on a very basic level,it even made sense why October trusted the Fourth so much.

   February smiledfaintly as she sunk down, her back hitting the bed too fast and causing her to whimperbecause this hurt, hurt, hurt. She did not like having an audiencewhen she died, because she hated the way people looked at her when they were worriedfor her; it reminded her of something long forgotten.

❄┆❝ SEND ✄  FOR A ‘PROBLEMATIC FAVE’ POST FROM MY MUSE ABOUT YOUR MUSE ❞ { accepting // @theaprilxfool }

Your faveis problematic: April Foster 

♕ ¦ ❝ MEMETASTIC TEXT POSTS ❞ { accepting }

   Freya didnot think that she was — ignoring April. In fact, she did not even quite convincedthat it was truly possible to ignore the other immortal. But she knew far too wellwhat it was like to feel like the entire world did not care. It was terribly painful. 

  It was amess.

  Thereentire situation was — chaotic. It was not even a problem that Auburn had been killed, itwas a problem that she had been shot in broad daylight — and that her nameand her face were all over the local news. This was an event that had shook thecity, that would leave marks. Which was something that made sense, in a way, becauseAuburn was someonewho was a pretty known in town because she was known to be a rather skilled andthus known photographer. For her to take three bullets for a child — it was somethingthat would attract attention.

  Leah hadlearned about the shooting in the news, and she had had to sit down for amoment, because this was the kind of situation was simply terrible. She had knownthat this was something that would cause trouble. To hear that apparently, Fay wasno longer at the police station was already good. To hear that Auburn’s corpse? body? was already in her brother’scare, that was something else that was calming. And in another way — it was comfortingto know that apparently, Fay had learned to overcome her previous animosity in regardsto the older immortal. It was comforting to know that Fay could look past everythingelse when a greater good was at stake.

  “I see,” the red-haired woman said as she nodded at the other, her gaze momentarilyroaming across the apartment that had suffered considerably after Fay had stoppedby — and Fay had been a hurricane in human skin when she had arrived. Then, shelooked away from the chaos and at the Fourth.

   Was that fairy trying to insult her? Fay was nearly convinced that this was what currently occurred. As if a were-creature would not pick up on the way this money was heavy with the scent of grass. As if a woman once trained to be a huntress would not be on her guard when dealing with a fairy.

❄┆❝ HAMILTON SENTENCE STARTERS ❞ { accepting }

  It was not Fay’s style to get herself involved inwhatever foolish things others did — unless she cared a lot about them, theyrisked to hurt themselves or people she did care about. But April was taking ittoo far, this time, and February had kept quiet about the Fourth’s idioticbehaviour for too long.

  And even at the risk of sounding like the world’sgreatest hypocrite — Fay was not keen on watching someone else tear aparttheir own lives, especially not because for such a reason.

  She was not much taller than April, but she had alwaysfigured that she appeared to be somewhat taller when she was angry — andright now, she was furious.

  It was not that she failed to understand the idea ofputting someone else first. It was something she had done herself, more thanjust a few times, but she had never lost sight of what she had been trying toachieve. — And right now, she was very convinced that if April had ever hadsome kind of objective, of final goal, this was something that had long gottenlost.