Jan 9, 2020
{ @aclastra | cont’d }
“stop it!” eurydice demands, glaring at the fates and their smug little grins. one arm wraps protectively around amara’s shoulders as her daughter ducks behind her.
her heart is pounding against her ribcage. the fates can’t hurt her--not anymore. she’s just a shade, now. but she’ll be damned (moreso than she already is) if they get to her little girl.
“leave her alone, she’s done nothing wrong!”