#westw1tch

[invisingsrchives]

@westw1tch messaging me about ddlv , me: GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

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[mostmiserable]

westw1tch: "Trust me, please."

it was humiliating, the way that the other survivors had treated her. in many ways so much of this experience had pulled out old wounds and carol didn't know how to deal with it. this was forced isolation and somehow it was worse than the life she had she had before - which had been in some ways her choice.

she had been relived when one of the survivors had ended up being elphaba. finally someone she had met before. someone who would be on her side! that all came crumbling down when she realized that she was still alone. the other woman had come to her, claiming a change in heart. carol had a tough time trusting that.

eyes narrow, a sigh escaping her. "so you're saying you're on my side? that you don't think i'm crazy like the others? at this point, i can figure this out on my own." it was easier then relying on others. "go back to the group, elphaba."

[mostmiserable]

@westw1tch :[ 24. ] sender drapes a blanket over receiver, accidentally waking them. "sorry, go back to sleep."

it was draining. the book tours. the attention. she should be grateful - that’s what helen always reminded her. if she really wanted to enjoy this experience she should just be herself and write the books she actually wants to write. but instead her wife is being introduced as just her manager at every event and her private life was extremely sanitated in every interview and every interaction.

it was helen's idea to take elphaba's offer for somewhere to stay for the night, of course. carol had claimed it was fine that their hotel fell through last minute, they could figure it out. they could even just start driving to the next location and just take turns sleeping in the car, but that idea was shut down instantly.

she jumps a bit as she wakes, eyes settling on the other woman, it takes a second to remember where she is. carol didn't remember falling asleep, but she can feel the tiredness still fall over her body so it must not have been long ago.

" --- what time is it? we can get going if you need us out of here." she says this as if she doesn't still see the dark skies out of the windows. trusting people has always been hard for her and this doesn't feel any different.

[jvnha]

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[kosiax]

"Call it off."

𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗢𝗠 𝗧𝗛𝗥𝗘𝗘 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗗 𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗣𝗧𝗦 ! -> open

⚚・・・・・CALL OFF THE MAJOR DEVELOPMENT IN EDEN'S ROTTEN HISTORY by heeding a warning of a witch? An unlikely story. She should have requested Eve to spit out the company property back when it was relevant to the narrative. Now, a thousand treasons later, they stand at the edge of the world that falls apart. This is a history that humans wanted. This is what angels gambled about. Demons? They are just here for the ride. In the middle of it all stands: Kosiax. The mechanism that spreads misinformation to unveil the ugly truth. A necessary twist to a rusty level. Oh, and it hurts, by the way. Her knuckles are bleeding from the punch against the wall. She has to make some room for herself to proceed onward. Hell does not pay for damaged property. Hell invests in whatever is built on it later. She turns to the witch, eyes blazing with a black inferno that bleeds from her azure eyes. Three traitors glare at the voice of reason that pleads for an alternative. In the demon's hand, the blood-red glow expands to take the shape of a spear. The same spear Ephialtes once greeted the Persians with when revealing the path of Anopaea, his greatest betrayal. The spear sparks with black lightning as Kosiax holds it at her side, driving the sole of her boot into the ground to shift her weight. She stands facing the witch, unyielding. With humans, it's easy: just use a gun. With demons, use a word. With angels, use a knife. And with witches? Well, Kosiax will have to figure it out. There is a history, she thinks, between witches and Hermes, but Amon, her creator, did not use the Greek guidebook when splicing Trechearous Souls to create a Messenger of War. "Stand down." She grits her teeth. "It is far too late."

[trainfiend]

|    |    |    |     ✧ @westw1tch ... everybody here is just doing the best they can. we really gotta focus on the good things here.

having what sounds not dissimilar to her own words thrown back at her is ... disconcerting, to say the least. but that must mean they're right, shouldn't it ? she nods, digesting elphaba's words. they're true, she knows that, but knowing something & understanding something can, at times, be two completely different ideals & feel impossible striving for both. then again, if the roles were reversed, she knows she'd be saying the same thing. has said the same thing. which is why it all sounds so familiar. be in good spirits, for there is nothing else we can ask of someone than that they simply try their best. & that is what they are doing. focus on the good. everyone will be fine. she believes that. she has to believe that.

“ you're right, ” murmured, mina aware she has been silent for some time. “ it doesn't do any of us any good to worry about the things upon which we have no affect. ” not that it stops her — or indeed, any of them — from doing it all the same. still. a wan smile. she is trying. “ thank you, elphaba. ”

[movedpawn]

04.  CROSSING THEIR ARMS TIGHTLY, DIGGING FINGERS INTO THEIR OWN SKIN.          ›          [   PROMPT.   ]                         @westw1tch

the two of them had been simply coexisting,  glinda had snuck away to elphaba's hideout by horse.   she enjoyed knowing that she was safe,  here at least.   the rest of oz was another topic.   the rest of them,  the wizard and morrible included,  wanted her dead and would stop at nothing until she was dead.   she'd been admiring the decor.   specifically the wall of posters that she'd collected over the years of the propaganda being spread.   “  these don't even look like you      what a horrible misconceptulation,  they didn't even get your good side.  ”

as she turns to look at her with a rather proud smirk on her face.   but,  she can see her fingers in her skin,  nails included.   a frown deepens as she rushes over to her side,  she's guiding the witch's hands away from her arms.     “  oh,  elphie,  that cannot be good for you      for your skin.  ”     she looks down to her arms before back up.     “  is something worrying you?  ”