#chainedvirgo

[artificialswcctener]

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[iamthesignless]

@chainedvirgo

Rosa was mending some tears in a random piece of clothing- it was nothing specifically important. But she prefered keeping her hands busy, as shes previously stated herself on the occasion. Sewing definitely did that for her. Humming slightly, nothing crazy as of late had occured so she was simply relaxing as it were. In a hive, something she hadn’t had the joy of having for long back in her life.

Seems the afterlife was mostly her enjoying things she never had the chances for in life. Not as though Rosa was going to start complaining now, though. She felt rather at peace- Well, until there was a knock at the hive door. Her yellow eyes went wide in surprise and she sat up from her chair, placing the needles and her cloth on the chair to rest instead before walking over briskly.

She wasn’t certain who the visitor was, but boy did the flood emotions once she opened the door to the guy right there hit her like a ton of bricks. How long had she not even seen even an iteration of her sons face? She stared at him with her bright eyes, her face had no emotion on it, though; she needed to keep her composer.

“…Hello, dear. ” She greets him gently. Hoping the composer spread to her tone of voice, too. Like absolutely nothing was wrong in this situation.

Kyrsan had been spending uncountable sweeps trying to navigate whatever this afterlife was called. Bubbles, he thought he remembered hearing them called. So many failed attempts that just resulted in him back where he started. Landing in places that only reminded him of the life he had left behind.

Until now. Although this hive wasn’t exactly as he remembered it, it was most certainly mother’s. This place, of all that he had visited carried only one bad memory. Leaving. Steeling his nerves, he took the first few tentative steps forward and thought to himself.

She is not your mother, she is but another version of the troll you called Mother. But that matters not to him, and he took the final step with a call confidence before giving a sharp few raps against the door.

When she opened it and spoke, Kyrsan swept his mother into a wordless hug, clutching the fabric of her dress in his hands as silent sobs began to course through his body.

“I’m sorry I failed you,” he said, voice a horse whisper entirely unlike the inspiring tone he carried up until his final moments.

[thecondesce]

Hello Condesce How Have You Been Fairing Since My Absence Have You Grown As A Person Since Last We Spoke

yea i got ma new gucci high heels

gittery hot pink lookin sick af

i think ive grown pike 3 inches as a person w them on gill x

[marquise-mindfang]

🐣 [ rosa made the most sense to me so y not ]

Send 🐣 for my muse to meet yours when they’re a child! 

It wasn’t clear how this happened, or why she was made a target. But as the Dolorosa walked through her bubble, she had probably realised or coming to realise an infinite amount of alternates of people she knew were present inside of the afterlife.

Tonight (if the afterlife even had a day to have a night that is) she would be confronted with one doomed timeline iteration of the Marquise in particular. One that tragically did not make it to adult hood.

But this was not a sad occassion. Because this wriggler, who was no more than 8 years old, had been spending the evening people watching. And when she would people watch, bad things would occur.

She hid around the corner of the hive, hissing to herself in sly laughter as she hugged the wall to keep out of sight, she had no idea what bubble this was, but she was an adventurous soul so who gave a shit when you were dead right?!

She had spotted her target, a jadeblood who was tending to her flowers. “Rival Pir8te Spotted!”, she whispered into her pirate-esque t-shirt as if there was an invisible mic in her shirt to alert her Totally Not Fake pirate squad, which was also FBI alligned with walkie-talkie equipment I guess, meanwhile she was looking forward to tonights mischief and charging her watergun to full blast ready for the 'kill’.

The next thing Rosa would hear was what seemed to be a pirate like “CHAAAAAAAARGE!!!!!!!!!” and the wild, hyperactive antics of a four foot wriggler, rustling around the flowers and jumping around with a red bandana in her messy hair, while pumping the water gun over the woman.

“YARRRR for the pirates of The Spinneret!!!!!!!” She’d exclaim, as if Rosa had anything to do with the death of an imaginary pirate clan.

[thecondesce]

Pompeii: Is there a moment in your life you’d like to change? Would you do anything for that chance?

nah i dont stutter 

an i certainly dont mako mistakes

everyfin i do is a reefson