â without answers.
obsxeunae:
words like those could easily be just as confusing towards another witch as they are towards anyone â but this isnât what eunae concerns herself with. instead she finds herself watching the waved traces of magic around the womanâs form and how they develop her shape, and she wonders â because wondering is the first step in every manifested idea.Â
âi can read it for you,â she offers in time, lifting her gaze to meet the otherâs. âit could help. with those answers.âÂ
the more tiffany speaks, the more she doesnât understand. her emotions are a strange thing, having been pushed aside for so many years; hidden in the ruse to please and not give thought to any intentions in her mind. so many years of pent up feelings have mushed them altogether, making it hard for tiffany to figure out if sheâs happy, mad, sad or anything else. itâs frustrating, tiring. if tiffany could damage her nerves enough so she didnât have to feel, she would do it in a heartbeat.
(but that means forgetting about the happiness that the thought of her child would give her. would tiffany give that up for the frustration to leave?)
her head lifts to address the witch before her. tiffanyâs eyes are dull and blank as she watches her speak, careful and slow like her usual drawl. her head slowly cocks to the side, her brows furrowing. tiffany understands, but in the same go she doesnât understand anything at all. not to try to understand? she canât wrap her mind around it.
a disgruntled noise leaves her mouth, lips parting as she looks down and stares at her feet instead. her throat bobs with a swallow, a sigh leaving her mouth as she lifts a tired gaze up to the girl, a small-- soft smile on her mouth as she slowly nods her head.
âif you donât mind.â she chuckles quietly. âyou lost me on all this, understanding. i feel like iâve missed something along the way.â


















