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I can’t sleep. I can’t calm down. It’s near impossible. It’s near impossible. I have insomnia. I have anxiety.

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(you offered warm drinks):

’ less kindness, more motherly instincts. i often give out tea, coffee & hot chocolate. they’re nice drinks to have while reading. come inside, it’s cold out here. '

having been the mother of death, sleep & discord, she learned very early in their young years how to tame their wild personalities & traits. nyx has been a mother for far too long to turn a blind eyes to a frightened child. a calming aura surrounds her, slender fingers unlock the door, leaving the door open behind her as she herds her wolfhounds away from the entrance.

’ i’ll get the hot water, would you like hot chocolate, coffee, or tea? ‘

Motherly instinct. Never has it been experienced before. A mother was never a part of her LIFE. Hardly even relevant. Existence was manageable merely with the two siblings she held so dear to her blackened heart. Or perhaps she and those just like her had a paucity of the beating organ. There was yet to be preparation in allowing one to carve her open and peer into her chest cavity only to be disappointed (astonished, maybe? ) that all there was to be discovered was an ABYSS.

Timidity is evident as demurring feet step over the threshold, tempestuous eyes ABSORBING unfamiliar territory. Such allurement graced the home. It was fascinating. Though before they receded at their owner's request, the wolfhounds had S E C U R E D her attention, head canting.

❝H-hot chocolate would be great.❞

#nyxic #{replies to this 1000 years late}#{but omg I wish I could change my sleep schedule}

(you offered warm drinks):

oh dear. with a reaction like that, this child’s lucky she didn’t run into someone who wanted to take advantage of the fear within her. she’s even luckier she’s in nyx’s store, one of the most quiet & calming places in downtown denver.

‘ no harm done, darling. would you like something warm to drink? ‘

An unexpected reaction, yet no complaints audit from between her lips. She'd gladly take the free pass, panic quickly dissipating from her child- like eyes. If her sisters were at her side, surely they'd put their heads together and snicker at their sister for they knew her better than anyone else. Thin tongue snakes out to caress upper and lower lip at the sound of a calming drink.

❝You're much too kind. I very much would like some, yes. Thank you.❞

#nyxic #{yes; yes I did a good thing lmao}#{and it is 6:30 am as I'm writing this so I apologize if there are any mistakes}#{like legit the fucking sun is out right now; wtf??}#|Queue Attack|

(you know my sisters):

Her eyes close. She cannot tolerate weakness, despises it, hates herself for having it inside her, in the form of that COWARD her mind created to put her down. But it did not work, no. "Why not? Afraid people will see how pretty you are?” The words come out of her mouth unbidden. She’s already got Sadism and Insomnia, why hit on this one? But she can’t help it. All of them are lovely. All of them are like her. "It’s okay. I’ll protect you."

Afraid? Of them? Without a doubt, it unintentionally proved to be a laughing matter, a cachinnate emitting from between her lips. There was capability in feeling panicked. After all, that's one thing she represents. But feeling afraid was a weakness as opposed to a side effect.

❝No. And don't bother protecting me. I may be the youngest of three, but I am highly capable of anything. But I'm afraid for them. I'm dangerous. And I revel in that danger. Unlike my sisters, I have no self control. Nothing remotely good comes out o f it.❞

#aalbescent #{well usually I sorta have an idea as to what I want them to look like????}#{sometimes at least}#{most times I just pick familiar yet random faces}#|Queue Attack|

(you know my sisters):

Under any other circumstances, Arsenic would not have cared where Insomnia and Sadism were. Never has she met people she could relate to, people who she does not see as victims but rather fellow warriors. Friends, too, though she loathes the word. "—That’s to be expected, I suppose. Well, care to entertain me instead, then? I’ve a reservation at a restaurant and I’d hate to have to cancel.”

The demeanor upon the embodiment's visage suddenly fluctuates, a simper tugging at the corner of her lips. Food sounded divine in that moment, yet something halted her alacrity. A proclivity for something else. A deep inhalation of air is taken through her nostrils, chest and shoulders rising before deflating as she exhales.

❝Thank you for the offer, but I don't trust myself to go out in public that often.❞

#aalbescent #{I mean she really works! honestly}#{your FC is perfect and I love her}#{lol}

(you know my sisters):

“I said nothing about who I am. I asked where your sisters are.” Dark grey eyes fix upon the other, slender brows arching. She had not yet had the pleasure of meeting the youngest sister and is almost pleasantly surprised. This one, at least, would probably not try to dominate her. Though she would not object. "But if you need to put a name to my face, you may have it. I am Arsenic, and I am sure your sisters have mentioned me at least once.”

Such a rare thing to ask. Her darling sisters. Had they made a friend? A strange thing for them to do. No doubt they were playing around with this woman like two wolves fighting over a piquant steak. As much as she loved her siblings, they had a tendency of being a pain in her ass when they competed with each other.

❝Yeah...rings a bell. And for all I know, they're tearing some poor soul apart. It's kinda what they do. Victim after victim. Doing whatever they want.❞

#aalbescent #{I don't know??}#{I just kinda find faces lmao}

nyxic

❝I-I didn't mean to touch. I am so sorry.❞

Panic flashes across vibrant optics of azure, frail hands being held close to her chest as if concealing them from being scolded. Pristine teeth nervously clench down on dry lips to restrain it from trembling. A breath was taken, chest tightening in fear.

#nyxic #{here}#{take a frightened embodiment of anxiety}

aalbescent

❝----I'm...sorry. W-who did you say you were again? ❞

Wide eyes reflect innocence, though her very existence is far from such a description. Amaranthine lips are slightly ajar as she observes the woman before her, head canted in curiosity.

#aalbescent #{my next goal is to write you a starter on elsa lol}#{but here have Anxiety}#{the baby of the family and probably the cutest one}

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I can’t sleep. I can’t calm down. It’s near impossible. It’s near impossible. I have insomnia. I have anxiety.

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An audible sigh emitted from between her red lips, the sound drifting through her ears before disappearing in the wind. It was fairly early in the morning, just a quarter after ten. The park was calm much to her enjoyment. Birds whistled and chirped overhead, quite loud to her excessively sensitive hearing. The sound of wings imitating that of someone shaking a heavy blanket. Squirrels scurrying up and down the trunk of trees, nails scraping against the bark, causing Anxiety to flinch. So frustratingly perceptive. Rubbing her lips together, her gaze lifted up from the ground to observe her surroundings. Across the park, a man was jogging in black shorts and a grey t-shirt, a leashed golden retriever tied to his hand running along side him with his tongue hanging out of his mouth, eyes reflecting that of enjoyment. Even from such a distance, she had the ability to pinpoint the regrets in his eyes, all the things he found himself guilty of. It would was entirely too easy to bring forth that panic. He’d be driven mad within seconds. Caught up in her thoughts, she hadn’t immediately taken notice to the person who sat themselves at the other end of the bench. Only when they spoke did she swerve her head in their direction, strands of red hair flying around her face. ❝I hope you don’t mind repeating that.❞

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