𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐙𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂:
“ y - yeah, uhm… ” as if her bones weren’t by now quite too set to hop out of her skin & gallop away at once, the presence uttered words which inside a sentence quinn was incompetent to unravel, however individually & with that critical hearing of hers, they all shone a neon, intermittent carmine. “ i - i gotta return some videotapes, i j - just remembered… ” in the privacy of the night, it wasn’t hard to discern the faint songs of crickets from the rough journey a good chunk of saliva had along her throat. with a dry tongue, she brushed her even drier lipstick. “ i j - just gotta grab my baggie & p - perhaps finish pickin’ those shrooms i was so busy with earlier… ”
her head nods, still unable to prioritize any other focal point. her head nods, & she’s agreeing with her very own suggestion. anxious fingers ferret about for said bag, meeting with the length of multiple weeds, dirt, rocks & finally the damn, damn bag. “ i’m pro’ly not even into the proper r - religion y’need. i’m not even into my former two that much anymore, to begin w - with. ” handless, eyeless ( still fairly focused on the entity ), she goes back to her feet with grand effort, for now her knees are trembling & she can’t know whether crediting the dread, or her jaw - dropping work of tracking down / picking mushrooms for an extensive amount of hours. “ it’s— it’s pro’ly been ages since i last went to church with pops. i don’t even rest on sundays. i’m always vroom, vroom, y’know? i’m especially busy on w - weekends. ” a bad habit of hers: talking instead of planning… but what exactly could be done against a ghost?
❝ YOU MAY LEAVE IF YOU WISH. BUT THEY WILL FIND YOU NOW. ❞ it is too late for the clown to escape. whether she liked it or not, she was now involved. if she had made her decision minutes earlier she would have been able to leave with her wits still intact. now that was rather --- blurry. she remembers the tale that donna had told her years earlier, how harley had accidentally found herself at the mercy of the greek gods. 𝙃𝙊𝙒 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘼𝙍𝙀𝙊𝙋𝘼𝙂𝙐𝙎 𝙃𝘼𝘿 𝙉𝙀𝘼𝙍𝙇𝙔 𝙏𝙊𝙍𝙉 𝙂𝙊𝙏𝙃𝘼𝙈 𝘼𝙎𝙐𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍 . fear poured off the woman in front of her in waves, the sensation acrid and painful. her voice is as empty as before, no hint of warm or kindness. the only way to protect the fact that she had returned to heroics. ❝ do you not remember your brush with phobos, deimos and eris whom had taken control over your lovers and your friend. this will be much worse.❞
it’s a WARNING, one that the harlequin should heed. omen was just that, an omen. she followed in her mothers’ footsteps, though those footsteps had been washed away by the sands of time. ❝ fear will not help you now. nor will dulling your senses. ❞ lilith had tried that, and it had worked for a time, but that only made what she saw more vivid, more painful. then night terrors had come, the 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒔 and the screaming. why the fates had decided to ally her with someone with little to no moral fibre and an apparent fear of the strange, lilith did not know. but she would just have to deal with it. this was obviously not something she could change. going up against a cousin known for his rage and insolence would not end well if she could not let her ever so slight dislike of harley go. that could be turned against her, and she would have a hard enough time against him, let alone the both of them.
❝ he is nearly here. please leave your stammering behind. church means nothing to me. ❞ an utter falsehood, the clay family would be utterly horrified.
