#with freya.

[dcrlingw]

Já fazia algum tempo que Clementine pensava em enviar uma mensagem para @hunterfreya​ para perguntar como estava, porém andava extremamente distraída nos últimos tempos e acabou deixando passar mais tempo do que gostaria de ter deixado. Aquele dia havia amanhecido mais quente do que qualquer outro há meses e Clem decidiu aproveitar para dar uma volta na praia. Ainda precisava de casaco e roupas quentes para não estremecer com o vento, mas estava bastante agradável. Já fazia alguns minutos que andava quando avistou Freya, como se a tivesse chamado com seus pensamentos. Acelerou um pouco seus passos, até que estivesse próxima o suficiente dela para que não precisasse gritar. "Freya, oi! Como você está? Fiquei super preocupada aquele dia, queria ter levado você pra um hospital..."

[lcstscn]

IT SEEMED EMBEDED IN HIS VERY EXISTENCE to look at the world from a distance; to watch, to wait, to prepare for the absolute worst. The Ancient Sisters helped him just as much as they broke him in a way. To look at the faces he walked past, eyes moving to and from the map he'd used the spell against, and not care for what would to fall upon them when his mother decided enough was enough... oh, they'd be doomed. Yet still, he couldn't fathom why his mother and the Ancient Sisters would pick such a shit place to reside. It was not even anywhere nor the home they'd lived for hundreds if not centuries. Whatever, he'd make do. If anyone could bring him back, it would be his mother, Hilda. The blood droplet was nearing her now, just a hundred feet and closing... and as he neared the dot on the map, he looked up to blonde hair he remembered. "Móðir Hilda," he greeted her quietly. But as the woman turned, he realized he was wrong. The spell was wrong. "You aren't my mother, Helvete."

@originalcursed