#progcnitrix

[romanceandbows]

{ @progcnitrix }

Stepping into the room as daintily as possible, Mymble tries to think how she’s to start this conversation. It’s a bit strange, talking to her Mother about this, but she’s having a bit of a crisis, here. Besides that, she’s rather curious.

“Mamma?” She finally says, trying to get her Mother’s attention. 

She opens her mouth to continue speaking, but gets stuck. Once, twice, and finally on the third try, she’s able to get her words out.

“How do you know if you’re really, truly in love?” Mymble asks, finally, in a voice that is small and somehow both soft and squeaky. Her cheeks have gone rather pink, and she fiddles with her skirt a bit, feeling embarrassed.

[seafrightened-blog]

@progcnitrix | cont’d from here

     Come here? That meant danger, whenever her aunt had said it. Come here, ta fille stupide, ta fille pathétique, before some harsh statement or a back-handed smack. Ninny trembled harder in fear, her hands shaking like the winter wind rattling through trees. 

      But this woman looked so comforting, not at all like her aunt. She looked so soft and round. And she had orangey red hair-- Ninny’s hair had been that color once. She had hated it, despised how bright and firey it was, but now she sorely missed having hair at all. Or a head, for that matter. 

      Ninny seemed to collapse in on herself in uncertainty, taking a step towards the Mymble out of duty to instruction but twisting her fingers together so tightly that the knuckles went white.

[uagabond]

@progcnitrix || The wife!!!!!!

he’s rushing towards The Mymble as fast as he can, beaming as brightly as the sun as he calls out to her “Mymble, My dear!!” he rejoices, it had been ages since he’d been able to catch her before leaving the valley for his travels.