“ HONESTLY, DEAR, YOU SHOULDN’T COMPLAIN, ” she works with her mother’s touch ---- gentle, purposeful. her wrists move as if puppeteered by spider’s silk, dancing along the air as anther and stigma freely uncurled beneath her fingertips. “ it wasn’t as if i let you for dead. didn’t my poison serve you well ? [ . . . ] hm, that’s what i thought. here, this ought to soothe the burning, ” she spread a thin layer of dust - yellow paste across the other woman’s bare forearm, smirk ghosting her lips. “ --- here, drink this. ” she holds a porcelain cup in her hand, the liquid clear and unassuming. her eyes glint with humour, as if to say ‘ it’s just water. ’
@elaktra , 💋 .
