#auntwndy

[battlearchived]

@auntwndy x

❝   their loss.    ❞  oriana shrugged, lacing her arms loosely over wendy’s shoulders.      trying hard to rein in her smile,     biting the inside of her cheek to keep from looking like a giddy teenager.     though in truth,    that was exactly how she felt.    the redhead was just shy of fifteen the first time she’d thought about dancing with her princess this way.      over the centuries she’d thought about it a thousand times,    more even.    so much so it almost didn’t feel real   —-   they were actually dancing.    badly perhaps,    but she didn’t care.    quietly ori began to sing along to the music as they swayed,    wondering if she should ever tell wendy how many of the songs she’d written in her career were about her. 

[magictaintedarchive]

“no, you don’t get to use me as an excuse for why you kept this from me. i get when i was little, but i haven’t been a little girl for years. i mean, for gods sake sixteen years you’ve been l y i n g to me.  what you did was u n f a i r and finding out like this? ---- from a person i barely even know?” it was like a constant jab to the stomach, everything was just nauseating. a scoff escaped after speaking; this was the biggest betrayal melinda had ever faced. “what do you mean it was up to you? WHAT DID YOU DO?” the teens heart ached more than anything. wendy was the one person, even after all their bumps and bruises, she trusted. the one person in this world that if anything ever was to happen, it would never be something they couldn’t conquer together. now? well, that was debatable because after this, melinda felt nothing. “you hated it and you still continued to do it. we had one rule and that wasn’t to lie and keep secrets and i never did. regardless of how painful it was, we told each other. looks like only one of us was ever faithful to that.” fingers ran through her hair, frustration, anger, hatred, every negative emotion any person could possibly imagine was coursing through her body. demons coming after her seemed like the least of melinda’s worries. “if it wasn’t for your little friend telling me, would you have ever told me any of this?”  ( @auntwndy / cont. )

[shemothered-blog]

       ❝ you think that’s how i see you ? as some sort of...GLORIFIED BABYSITTER ? ❞ joanna furrowed her brows. ❝ you don’t have to have a purpose for being here, wendy, you’re family. i know... i know i haven’t always SHOWN THAT, but i’ve never stopped loving you, not for a second, not even when i was FURIOUS with you. ❞

               { @auntwndy | cont’d }

[shemothered-blog]

       ❝ WENDY ? do you think you could keep an eye on the girls tonight ? i have...an ENGAGEMENT. ❞

                { @auntwndy }

[shemothered-blog]

       she’s still there, in the usual spot, silent and unmoving, by the time wendy gets there. she’s playing it over and over again in her mind. victor. freya. THE CHOICE she couldn’t make. victor making it in her stead and then...leaving him there. maybe wendy’s right, maybe they are doomed when it comes to relationships. finally reconciled after hundreds of years of fighting and he’s RIPPED FROM HER GRASP. she barely acknowledges her sister’s presence, just shifts a bit closer to wendy as she settles beside her.

        ❝ do you ever think about just letting him win ? just...going back to asgard and letting father KILL US ? just to get away from the endless misery ? ❞

               { @auntwndy }

[drainsallarchive]

“you know what, to be quiet honest, you were always smarter than the rest of them.” there was a smug little feature on her face as she spoke. how amusing the most powerful witches in this family were still so naive to believe parker was just an innocent little girl; yet the most self-orientated person in existence figured it out. ---- what a turn of events! “when did you figure out parker wasn’t just ordinary parker? granted, doesn’t change much cause it’s not like i’m going to let you say anything to any of them but for kicks and giggles, what gave it away?” ( @auntwndy / sc. )

[magictaintedarchive]

❛ you didn’t have a choice. you think you do, when you look back on it. but in a moment? when things are really out of control? you don’t have any choice. ❜ WITCH MOM RETURNS

telltale’s the walking dead game season one | sentence starters | accepting.

“yeah, well, i still could have saved them.” it was who she was and what she was destined to do, yet she deflected her responsibilities. she was given a choice: save the innocent or save her mother, her entire world and being. out of a selfish desire, there was no hesitation. the young girl didn’t regret her choice, but what was the point of having the ability to heal if she couldn’t use it? what was the point of being a witch if she always lost using magic? what was the point of any of this? it was in her control and because of it, people died. there would never be any self-forgiveness because nothing in this world would ever make this okay. “i couldn’t lose you. i couldn’t even imagine my life without you, but because of me, a mother lost her daughter. ---- because of me, you’re standing here and a girl my age isn’t so you can’t tell me i didn’t have a choice. i did and nothing about that is making this any easier.” melinda’s eyes began to swell as her face looked downwards, struggling to look her mother in the eyes. “so mom please just leave me alone... because every time i see you, i see her. i see a life i could have saved and didn’t and i need a minute to process that... please.”