#ulrike.

" we 'ave to do dis, ulrike. i know she's our girl, but we 'ave to dink about fern. " gwendoline's mouth is set in a firm line, her eyes hard as she stares over at her wife. she wasn't sure if ulrike was going to be able to handle this. hell, gwendoline couldn't even believe that this was happening, but it was and she would be damned if she lost another child. if ulrike couldn't handle this with her, she'd do it by herself. " ve vill nefer be able to see her again. she vill be gone. forefer. " ulrike's cheeks are wet and stained red. she'd been crying for the past three hours. she couldn't fathom actively sending her daughter, dead or not, off into the void. it was like she would die twice. " if ve could just reason vith her - remind her zat ve lofe her. she could stay vith us. it vould be like - like it nefer happened. " ulrike's words fell on gwendoline's deaf ears. she had seen enough only hours before. she saw the anger in eden willow's ghostly gaze. she'd seen the fire within her form. she may have been their daughter, but that wasn't all she was anymore. she was a malevolent spirit and, as far as gwen was concerned, there was no room for something like that in her house. " ulrike ! ded you naht see de same thin' dat i saw ? she started a fire ! ded you naht see de anger in 'er ? dat's our daughter, love, but dat's naht eden willow. she's a danger. " gwen's fingers twitched. she was about to send eden willow into the void whether ulrike was done speaking or not. it would be done. tonight.

it was a simple pot of mac n cheese that did it. some noodles, a packet of cheese dust, and a pot full of water was what altered the florence family lineup forever. neither gwendoline nor ulrike had ever experienced complete and utter devestation like they were about to. this pot of mac n cheese was the catalyst for the downfall of the florence family household — and the beginning of a generations long curse.

“ put ve also don’t need to kick our zister, do ve fern ?? “

🖤 a rare moment for the florence family has unfolded on a nasty, rainy evening. the whole family sits in the living room by the warm fireplace. unbeknownst to them, the slow crawling trail of a ghastly haze of smoke enters in through their front door. something has happened — or is about to — that will change the florence family forever.

but, she had to do this for her family. they were the most important thing. and it was their faces that ran through her mind as she gulped her drink down and let the magic flow through her.

“ thank you fer askin’ me, love. “ the husk of gwen’s voice was as thick as the humid springtime air around them. she smiles, a genuine smile, as she reaches up to brush her hand against ulrike’s face. “ i do love you, rik. “ she whispers, “ don’t forget that. “

we were never here

gwen’s mouth pulls into a pucker as she stares hard at ulrike. “ you’re no’ the ulrike i fell in love with. she’s there somewhere — “ gwen gestures her arm up and down ulrike’s frame. “ — but there’s someone else, too. and i’m no’any good at sharin’. “