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[daughterofnero-archived]

@temen-ni-gru

The seven-year-old stepped into the shop, peering around as she clutched the strap of her little messenger bag. It wasn’t her first time here, but she certainly wasn’t used to being here either. Myra fidgeted, feeling the strange energy that had brought her here pulsing in her bag. What an odd stone she’d found at the park, especially considering the other kids couldn’t see it. “Uncle? Uncle, are you in?”

[daughterofnero-archived]

@requiem-the-fire-hell-beast  

Myra balanced herself with ease as she walked along the rubble of some dilapidated building, unsure what it had once been. She’d decided to skip the rest of school when during one of her breaks, the guy that had been bugging her for weeks decided that she needed a swollen cheek and probably intended to break some facial bones. If it weren’t for the fact that it had gotten harder to control exactly how much strength she was using recently, Myra would have broken his nose. However, she was having problems controlling her strength and so instead slipped out of school to the edge of to calm herself down before she broke something, and hopefully pass enough time that the bruise would heal to the point where she could lie and tell her parents that she’d slipped and fallen. Until then, Myra was going to be muttering profanities to herself near the forest.

[quitelikedyou-blog-blog]

{ mcrdrake }

Bethlem Hospital was not what Margaret had in mind when she said she wanted to help people. If it were, she doubted it would have been nicknamed 'Bedlam', or that it would have been so completely wretched.

In her hand was a file devoted in its entirety to one man. She stared at it with confused eyes, trying and failing to make out the name. 

She wished that just once the doctors could write clearly. Her eyes found the thick metal door, beside which was his room number. She supposed if she was going to ask anyone what his name was, it might as well be him.

Knowing it made no difference, Margaret still knocked anyway before opening the door. The room was small and cramped, with papers strewn about over the floor. While it was cold, the chill was not what made her shiver.

❝Hello Mister Mordrake. My name is Margaret. I was asked to see how you've been adjusting. Are you well? ❞