❛ i'm kind of lost. ❜ — @viralcure
the figure stood at the propped open gates to the beneviento estate had been almost silent upon their approach. at least, it seemed that way. donna had been far too engrossed in the petals she'd been tenderly plucking, carefully depositing each into a worn leather pouch perched in her lap. it wasn't until the quiet snap of a branch prompted her to raise from her crouched position instantly, spinning around to face the stranger.
hands folding together in front of her, feigning a false sense of confidence, donna feels the familiar sensation of her pores twitching and vibrating; smells the sweet scent of hallucinogenic toxins pouring from the flora surrounding her, settling to the floor and creeping towards rebecca. it wasn't much — a dose small enough to elicit some unease and shadows that shift eerily in ones peripheral.
" lost? " a scratchy, high - pitched voice comes from behind donna, porcelain companion revealing herself from where she'd been tucked behind the lord. there's a creak, barely audible over a warm breeze, as her head cocks: marbled eyes rolling over the new addition to their company. the distorted hum of a rhythmless song begins, growing closer as sculpted ceramic waltzes throughout rotting plant matter until she's stood before rebecca.
" an unlucky place to get lost. " the sing - song lilt in her words is almost mocking — like she knows some little secret her new friend isn't privy to. " i'm angie. that's miss beneviento. " despite speaking, angie is too busy skipping around rebecca to poke and tug at whatever she can reach to gesture to to the lord — though donna does nothing. only stands and stares.