#dxrknesswillrise

[lafaey]

           she’s her mother.    she’s always known her better than she did herself.  it was that strange sixth sense that they seemed to get when they entered into motherhood.   ana had always thought it to be a myth until she had become one herself,   until she had tasted sweet naivete in the form of her children.   they relied on her for everything.   so she had to know everything.   but mordred seemed to hold onto that even into ana’s adult life.   which meant one thing  -   she knew she was seeing someone.   ‘ okay, before you freak out; the only reason i didn’t tell you is because i didn’t wanna jinx it.   i like him.   the kids like him. ‘   // @dxrknesswillrise

[lafaey]

         porcelain hands reach for her mother.    as if travelling down to the very pits of hell,   the basement was the last thing she had to say goodbye to before they could move on with their lives.   mordred would ensure that nothing would happen to her in this manner ever again ; & the fact that she was there with her was poignant.   the last time she had been down there, it was with the fake.  the bitch.   the abuser.   but now,   it was her future.   a loving mother,   a loving home.   this was all she needed.   ‘  ---------------- do you really think this will help?  deaton said it might. ‘   // @dxrknesswillrise

[ofdragonskin]

                ‘ ----------------------- are you crying? ‘ there was little point in asking such a thing for ana could see & smell that she was. but any sign of emotion was the girl’s cue to leave but yet there was something binding her there to the teacher. she didn’t know much about her ; just that she’d pissed her father off more than twice & that was always good in ana’s books. ‘ what’s the matter? ‘ 

[driventotheedge]

                                @dxrknesswillrise

     Emma had been watching him in silence for several moments now.  Why      was it?  She should have been minding her own business, everything      about what had happened to her said to mind her own business, but      there was just something about him -- the way that he carried himself, the      way that he spoke.

                 “Why I do look at you and feel as if                           you’re haunted?”

[ofdragonskin]

                   ‘ i cannot stand to watch this any longer. ‘ for so long had they seen countless people dragged to the wooden platform where among peasants who pecked & hackled & CAWED like crows baying for a fresh corpse, they would lose their life; innocent men & women who had merely angered the wrong king. were ana & her mother to be mere peasants, she believed it would not have been long before they, too, would have met their end. the king’s blood lust had grown thirstier, his need for control heightened & the princess was afraid ( a condition she would not often admit ) & her fingers reached for her mother’s -------------- q u a k i n g.  ‘ he’s pulling out the sorcerers one by one, mama,’ ana breathed, turning away from the window in a feeble attempt to muffle the sound of axe meeting bone. ‘ he will not rest until all of them are dead. until all of us are dead. ‘ ferocity filled her gaze; eyes that had seen too many deaths, that loved too many to see them meet the end of a criminal. ‘ ----------------- we need to run. ‘ 

[ofdragonskin]

        ' Can I stay a while with you? ' She knows that it's a stupid, foolish thing of her to ask after all that she allowed to happen. She ( with the help of another pair of cruel hands ) had stripped away everything that was once her Mother's & . . . the very reason why she had done something so selfish was because -------- she never WAS her Mother's. What was so different about her twin that she could keep HER & not Morgana? She had done nothing wrong, but she had been thrown into the crucible & this was what she came out as.

                      A mess.

                                            A mess without a home.

                                                                      ' He's gone ---------- he's dead. Both of them are.                                                                                                                   It's just . . . US now. '

[ofvalianceunborn]

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