growing pains
( READ: A CANCER AND A PISCES AND A TREE )
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she’s done worse. admittedly, she’s done far far far worse. but this was perhaps a close second. maybe by a few millimeters to first. maybe even a micrometer. well, it didn’t matter. not when cold sweat streaked down the slope of her neck with every gust of wind that nipped at her skin, kept her back pressed firm against the trunk of the age old tree.
whomping willow. somehow, the name struck as something to steer completely clear from. if her own conscience hadn’t been clear about it, she’s sure blake would have voiced his warnings about it years back. but of course, she’d forgotten as soon as the majestic plant entered her line of vision (and he didn’t).
and to her credit, it was absolutely still. so still, in fact, that she might have taken the giant thing to be dead.
it isn’t now, as she’s come to find. but before, she had thought—well—maybe she hadn’t thought it thoroughly enough. seeing as the tree jerked back to life as soon as she moved within range—leaving her little to do in a panicked state but move forward. deeper towards danger.
which, leaves her here. now, stranded, near whimpering with every jerk of the famed tree’s branches. her wand a tantalizing inches out of reach. this is a lesson to be taught to all, if anything, she should’ve listened to today’s horoscope.
“hELP—” she squeaks, a feeble cry while struggling to squint past thick branches swaying relentlessly. “meeEeeEeeEee!!”
— for @yvko