@holy-mothxr sent: “ what’s going on in that head of yours? ” (ง'̀-'́)ง
► Angsty Sentence Starters ;; Accepting !!
“I... I-I do not know.”
It is a reflexive answer. A knee jerk response in the presence of an apex predator. Even smothered by her veil, the hairs on the back of Donna’s neck stand on end and a thin trickle of sweat trails down her back. Her mouth is dry and tacky. She is shaking. The youngest Lord swallows thickly and forces a smile she knows that the other can’t see. Or, perhaps she can. Donna always had the sickening sensation that Miranda could peer into the very fabric of her being. Young Beneviento, an insect pinned and dissected by an uncaring god.
“I mean, I-I am happy you are here Mother. I am lucky. Truly. I am simply... tired.”
A lie and a poor one at that. There is hardly a moment that passes where the parasite within her skull doesn’t ache in some way. How her poor, simple, basket case head throbs with barely contained infection. Another swallow. Another smile. She’s so frightened of being held by her again.
Please do not touch it. It doesn’t like being touched.
“W-Would you like r-refreshment?”