#wickthewicked

"Tear the roots up from the floor.." Sirena sang under her breath as she took an axe to a whetstone, focusing on the sparks coming off the blade, landing on the floor and disappearing. "Board and tar against the door! Murder, murder, murder, murder.." Her usually bright and colorful wardrobe had taken a sharp turn: instead of the multi-colored dress she usually wore, a black and red corset top and leather pants were in their place. Her nails were filed to a point and painted blood red. It was clear that whoever would end up on the other end of the axe she was sharpening would not be in for a quick and steady death. “If the gambols spin and thrash.. steel your feet into the ash.” Her foot tapped in time to the tune she was singing.

{ That’s fair. But there’s one thing I want to work in but I’m not sure how, and it directly effects her “present” rather than being part of her “past”, so I feel like, if nothing else, I need to get that all sorted out }

{ Thank you so much!! You make me so happy! }

Not good.

The latest one! I’ve only seen clips of it so far.

{ Yes, actually! I have considered RPing Johanna for quite some time! }

{ Yep! He’s fairly new. He’s @abadlittlelove :D }

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