the press of her finger tips into her eyes causes her vision to go white. she tries to rub out the exhaustion with a deep pressure, as if when her hands drop to her side, it'll all just ease up: no more ache in her muscles or sadness in her bones. "what do you know about the covens around here?" their tone is blunt, heavier than what one may expect to come out of someone that looks like them. in previous years, ashlyn's voice came and went with an airiness that was nearly hypnotizing, and what is left now? "please, ishtar, i just want to get out of here, get this over with." (@cuntlike).













