✞
send a ✞ for a thread with my muse as an angel.
After such a long day and her inexplicable need to take refuge on the roof, leaning against the ice box, Wendy still kept on the make shift deck… the girl would probably comprehend the strangely calling feeling she had felt, upon laying eyes upon the monstrosity, that was a disturbing sight, especially at night time, a burning vision in the cool, soft night, a multitude of eyes on her shape and a wild whisper in her ears…
The sound of a fighting storm and yet perfectly straight - almost stiff even - and silent, as the girl heart most likely - almost exploded with sudden and sheer horror.The voice that rose from its chest, even though its lips weren’t moving was a choral of lisping screams, resonating around her like a gong.
“Mabel Pines, I have been sent to you with a message of utmost importance. Despite your juvenile age you carry a great responsibility. Step before me and consider the message, I must convey, with seriousness.”
She had to imagine this sight… either that or nobody else could see it. The voice she heard was a shattering sound and there was no sign of anybody around her being even slightly alerted.
“Be not afraid, child. My appearance shall not harm you in any way.”
