#moldrose

[arch-delusiela]

     @moldrose​  inquired ,    ❛ how is it that you’re never scared? ❜

     how   is   it   that   you’re   never   scared ?   the  girl  wonders  and  daniela  only  offers  the  smile  her  dark  lips  form ,   her  infamous  giggle  echoing  that  she’s  entirely  sure  her  sisters  merely  roll  their  eyes  at  upon  hearing .   daniela  dimitrescu  does  not  get  scared ;   she  eats  the  threats  made  to  her  and  her  family .   nevertheless ,   gloved  hands  cradle  rose’s  cheeks  as  she  bends  down  slightly  and  the  brightness  of  her  eyes  never  dull .   she  is  a  monster ,   crafted  under  mother  miranda’s  hands  and  guided  by  mother .     ❝     oh ,   my   little   one .   i   eat   my   fears ,     ❞     her  words  end  beautifully  with  a  hum  as  hands  retract  from  the  other’s  face ,   straightening  her  posture  before  releasing  a  heavy  sigh .     ❝     mother   can   teach  you   about   conquering   your   fears .     ❞

[sacrificialmaiid]

❛ the storm’s getting worse. ❜

𝟐𝟎𝟎 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒

It isn't an incorrect statement, but that doesn't make it any less alarming. Milena, against her better judgement, glances out of the corner of her eye to see the younger one twitching back the curtains to observe the weather -- an unforgivable sin.

With the speed of one well accustomed to inhibiting disaster before it can strike, the maid catches the curtain just above Rosemary's head, pulling it back to overlap with its twin and resolutely sealing the little opening that had previously been between the two, shutting out the world once more -- just as the Mistress likes it.

"You aren't to open the curtains," she murmurs firmly, reluctant to engage with the other at all. The staff are under instruction not to interfere and although, for the most part, Milena is obedient to a fault, she knows far better than to permit the filtering in of any daylight - storm or otherwise. Almost protectively, she straightens out the thick velvet once more, fussing over it. "The Lady's daughters are particularly sensitive to the cold. Please refrain from touching the drapes in future."

[sanguisvirginis-arch]

im on desktop but !! familial relationships or like.. neighbourly ig? like a tenant dhhlfhl

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alcina dimitrescu having to raise a child that was handed to her because mama miranda doesn't want her anymore.

[valenttines-archive]

        ❛  maybe  this  is  an  unpopular  opinion,  but  like,  fuck  true  crime  shit.  ❜  granted  there’s  worse  documentaries  that  could  be  made  about  him.  perhaps  the  whole  hitman  job.   he  hates  having  any  sort  of  attention  on  him.  well,  that  sort  of  attention  anyway.  brows  furrow  as  he  thinks  more  on  it,  ❛  just  seems  pointless.  ❜

@moldrose​  🦇

[cannothide]

@moldrose​ whispers: ❛  i  don’t  want  to  hurt  anymore .  ❜

"then    do    something    about    that.    you    cannot    just    expect    things    to    happen    for    you.    take    your    life    back    and    quit    the    damn    bitching.    you're    stronger    than    this,    you're    literally    the    strongest    one    here.    use    that    against    them."

[vanshng]

she hates NOT KNOWING WHAT TO SAY. it makes her feel off-balance, wrong-footed, dizzy almost in a terrible way. rachel frowns a bit - - - at herself more than anything - - - before nudging her opened wine cooler towards the other. “you, uh - want a drink?” @moldrose​

[hallucineugenics-a]

🌺 i'm mostly sending this because her name is.. rosemary ..

― Send 🌺 for my muse to name a flower that reminds them of your muse. // Accepting

"The Winter's child. Coveted by so many and as segmented as Angie... ....Mn-"

The squeaking wood of Donna's rocking chair halted as her feet planted on the floor, chin lolling to rest on her open palm. Behind her obfuscated eye, a thousand plant varieties were sifted, sorted and discarded. A daisy did not hold the rarity that the child did and yet orchids were too... superficial.

"Rosemary... Rosemary...."

The clicking of knitting needles resumed, the wool as violet as the flower in question.

"Rosemary the Lupine of course. So delicate and multifaceted. Favours the cold. Reaching ever upwards toward the sun. A transcendent bloom. Yes. Lupine..."

[cannothide]

@moldrose​ yelled: ❝ there is no safe! every sorry bastard out there has been ripped in half! ❞

"then   WHAT   THE   FUCK   are   we   going   to   do?!"   he   yells   back   and   raises   both   of   his   hands   up,   "I   don't   got   MOLD   POWERS   like   you   or   fucking   karl!   i'm   basically   as   human   as   it   fucking   gets.   we   need   to   leave   this   place   before   i   die.   yes   me,   not   you."