⤱ —- Queen of this Town

we won't stop til we rule the world.

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                                       GUIDELINES.   BIOGRAPHY.   VERSES.   

                                INTEREST TRACKER.   GOOGLEDOC.   PROMO.

[virulentwisps]

. The smell of moist earth and lilacs hung in the air like wisps of the past and hints of the future. — Margaret Millar

. Home. Rules. Muses. Open.

. Multi-muse, indie roleplay Semi-Selective, 21+ themes Carefully written by Tree

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⤱ —- apologises sincerely for just not being around. 

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⤱ —- haunting of hill house sentence prompts ⇢ accepting.

@petaledshe​​​  /  ❛ what are you, um, looking at? ❜

For a moment she’s wide-eyed. A sight rarely, if ever, seen on her face. Still looking at Allie because she had been caught just looking at the half-fae. There were many thoughts running through her head; all of them ones she wasn’t comfortable with, or used to having in her headspace. 

Uma finally blinks, tears her gaze to the old wooden floor of the cottage they’ve just moved into: together.

She’s quick on her feet, and it probably would have been smooth had it not been for the moment of stun from Allie catching her just watching her.

❛ Nothing — ❜ Uma still looks at the scuffed wooden floors of the old home, ❛ I was just thinking if we get some polish I could probably get these floors cleaned up. Make the place more ours. ❜ 

Do her cheeks warm ever so softly at the word ours? Yes.

Brown eyes still avoid Allie’s at all costs.

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⤱ —- cerberus​:

“Well yeah. I done it several times.” Hell it was one of the places he use to sleep at when the weather got cold and before Graham more or less took him in as caretaker.  A brow shot up towards Uma. Date ran in his head. It wasn’t like the blonde had never been on one before. 

“Hey now I think this is a pretty fun first date. Treasure huntin’ and now we are gonna break into the library. It’s gonna be fun.” Cerberus teased, elbowing Uma in the side for good measure. “I got a bit of money so when we are goin’ back for the day you wanna stop buy the ice cream shop?” If they were gonna go for first dates then he couldn’t pass up the fact that they should have ice cream involved too. 

She would be lying if she said she hadn’t wondered what exactly was inside of the old locked up library. But normally she was working, or between school and exploring the sea; Uma just hadn’t found the time or... motivation to go in there. She is beginning to smirk as she floats in the water near Cerberus because there finally was a reason for her to venture inside and see exactly what it had to offer. Uma’s actually excited about it. However, it’s a feeling that is pretty short lived, because she had kind of been joking about the whole date thing, and it seemed he wasn’t.

She was stunned for a moment. Maybe because of all the warnings about avoiding him she had gotten from Ruby and Granny, or because, in spite of her crazy swimming habits, he still didn’t seem to mind her being around him. ❛ Wait — ❜ Uma starts, her tongue teasing over her teeth, ❛ so it is a date then? ❜

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⤱ —- mal​:

there’s  a  roll  of  her  eyes,  but  a  gentle  smile  that  grows  in  place.   ‘   i  get  it,  it’s  cool.   ’   shrugs,   eyes  cast  down  to  her  book  as  she  sketches  a  design.   ‘   things  were  more  simple  back  then   —-   or,   we  had  less  big  things  to  worry  about  anyways.   ’

There’s a smirk toying at the edges of her lips. Uma doesn’t really consider that there’s bigger things to worry about; honestly, keeping her crew in line felt just like it had at home, with maybe a bigger stake behind them. But she gets it, at least. ❛ Wouldn’t really say big things. None of the villains back home ever had the power behind them to escape anyway, ❜ a careful shrug of her shoulders.

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⤱ —- haunting of hill house sentence prompts ⇢ accepting.

@petaledshe​​​  /  ❛ this house is bad. ❜

Curiosity would kill her one day; it seemed inevitable. Even standing here, Allie nervous at her side, telling her that the house was bad, wasn’t enough to deter Uma from wanting to go inside and explore it. What if there was something secret in there? Treasures or knowledge lost for years?

A scoff crosses her lips. Uma turns to glance at Allie, teal hair tumbling over her shoulder as she does so, lengthening with a lull of her head toward her shoulder.

She’s analysing it for a moment. All of mere seconds, before her lips part and she’s speaking, ❛ I don’t think houses can be ‘bad’, Allie, ❜ it’s usually the people inside of them that’re bad - is left unsaid in her head. 

Still, she knows she won’t force the half-fae to venture inside, ❛ Look, you just keep lookout, I’ll just be ten minutes. ❜ 

Whether Uma meant ten minutes in everyone else’s time, or ten minutes in Harry’s seemed beside the point.

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⤱ —- naia:

Naia’s  mind  had  begun  to  wander  back  to  her  initial  embarrassment  at  her  rambling  until  she  heard  laughing  and  a  loud  shushing.  Despite  the  slight  confusion,  Naia  held  in  her  ‘sorry’  that  threatened  to  spill  out.  Instead,  the  nervousness  sprouted  more  and  her  hand  came  to  fiddle  with  the  aqua  colored  tips  of  her  hair  out  of  habit.  The  mood  shifted  exponentially,  and  the  mermaid  began  to  work  her  way  back  through  what  she  had  said  prior.  What  could  it  have  been  that  shifted  the  entire  atmosphere?  Had  she  offended  the  other  somehow?  

The  question  rang  slightly  in  her  ears,  and  before  she  could  sputter  out  her  answer,  the  other  sat  in  front  of  her.  Naia’s  mind  raced  quickly  as  she  got  out  a  quick,  ❝  What  do  you  mean?  ❞  Though  her  voice  had  gone  up  an  octave  and  she  would’ve  been  embarrassed  had  she  been  aware  of  it.  Instead,  she  tried  to  recompose  herself  amid  the  chaos  of  her  thoughts.  ❝  I’m  not  after  anything.  I  was  just  trying  to  help.  Was  it  something  I  said?  I  just  saw  your  book  on  Atlantican  history—  ❞  Her  foot  tapped  quickly  against  the  floor  as  she  began  to  ramble,  ❝  I’m  from  there  so  I  thought  somehow  I  was  helping.  I’m  sorry  if  I  offended  you  at  all.  I  know  sometimes  I  have  no  filter.   ❞

❛ People are always after something. ❜ It wasn’t accusatory, but it was blunt. Said with such a flippant air that gave the impression this is just how Uma thought things were and must have been how it worked back on the Isle. Information? It was precious, and if someone was willing to give it up it usually came with a price, or it was a trap. She couldn’t work out which one it was yet, but she was trying to. There’s a lax way about how she sits. Slouched back in the chair, one leg crossed over the other, head lulled toward one of her shoulders. If you couldn’t hear what was being said, you wouldn’t know there was any form of suspicion about the young sea-witch.

Uma almost misses it, the girl in front of her was rambling and it was clear; a sign of nerves. She almost smirks, because maybe she missed having that intimidating air about her... but she doesn’t get a chance to. The words process somewhat delayed in her brain, analysing each in just a few seconds space. I’m from there. Uma’s stomach drops ever so slightly, and her mouth dries.

As much as Uma liked to put fear in people, she didn’t like to feel it.

But there was no other word for what she felt.

She needed to leave; she definitely shouldn’t be talking to an Atlantican. 

It’s rare she is caught off guard like this, but Uma’s realising Auradon has a lot of new experiences for her and this must just be one of those, ❛ Oh — ❜ It’s also rare that she doesn’t know what to say, but as her posture shifts entirely now: straight backed, arms crossed over her chest, moving to stand - it is evident that she doesn’t know where exactly to place herself.  ❛ Of course, I’ll take a look. ❜ A lie, not even a very well-masked one, because she was already preparing to grab her things and leave back to her dorm instead.

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⤱ —- carlos​:

He nods accepting that. It was something he could keep in mind. It was something he could use, just as he figured Uma would want to use it. It was nice to have a bit of a bargaining chip for if it came down to needing it. No one on the Isle would disagree that having options like this was always welcome. Well he didn’t think anyone would want to turn down that kind of option. He had a favor he could potentially ask for, and she had something to get in return. It was mutually beneficial. And as far as he was concerned they both knew it.

He shrugged, “Don’t know, she didn’t specify and when she doesn’t do that I’m not going to go out of my way to get more things for her.” He’d deal with the consequences later. Carlos followed Cruella’s instructions to perfection, no more, and no less. She got mad no matter what but she could never fault him for not doing what she ordered. It also allowed him to piss her off in ways that weren’t going to end in her going fully mad on him. Those were saved for special times, when he decided to sing Roger’s song.

“If I had to guess, she’d want some kind of bread with butter, and greens. All three things are hard to find, if not impossible. I’ve tried before. But her list just said fish, so that’s all she’s getting. Why?”

It was an easier prospect to bear in mind things for future deals instead of getting yourself indebted to someone. Not that she really expects Carlos would hold it over her, if he did her crew would be all over him like barnacles on her ship. But having something both of them already sort of agree upon means next time it may be faster. Uma is sure the Son of Cruella is smart enough to bring her the remote when he next wants something, and the trade off could be done swiftly. No need for unnecessary strolls like the one they were now taking; eating into her swimming time.

His reply pulls a smirk from her lips. A part of her feeling just the slightest hint of glee at the fact he was going to do the order literally, just to spite Cruella. Because, as much as she and all the other V.K.’s had their rivalries, gangs, and territories, it’s almost unanimous that they all don’t like the villains that landed them on this godforsaken Isle.

So to know Cruella would be pissed kind of made Uma’s entire night.

She wouldn’t admit that to Carlos, though, because if he took offence, frankly, she wasn’t in the mood for a swordfight. Not before she’d even gotten her end of the deal, at least.

❛ No real reason, I was just wondering, I guess, ❜ it falls easily from her lips. Ursula definitely raised her daughter to be a good liar, after all, ❛ you do that often to her? Hasn’t she learned to be more specific yet? ❜

There’s a mental comment about teaching an old dog new tricks that Uma bites back and buries her chuckle deep down inside. 

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⤱ —- mal​:

A quiet snicker left Mal’s lips when she saw the expression on Uma’s face. “You know, I heard that most pumpkin spice recipes don’t have any actual pumpkin in them? It’s fake—kind of like a lot of other things here in Auradon,” She added the last part under her breath, while she took another sip of her cider. 

While getting along with Uma was no easy feat, there was surely one thing they could bond over, and that was complaining over all the stupid things that came with life in Auradon.

Is the scoff that leaves her mouth at Mal’s comment rude? Yes, but it was only Mal, and not one of the Auradonian princesses and princes so she figures she will get away with that. It was simply the fact Uma can tell a lot of things here are fake. No one, and she means it, could be that perky, peppy, and orderly for as long as they claim to have been. There were secrets in those huge walk-in closets, she was certain.

❛ That’s a relief, ❜ Uma makes a point of glancing behind her before leaning in to add a half-assed whisper of, ❛ 'Cause I heard a few of them talking about a Unicorn drink and I was getting concerned. ❜

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⤱ —- haunting of hill house sentence prompts ⇢ accepting.

@tiderider​​  /   ❛ I’m glad you’re here. ❜

For a moment, his words surprise her. It doesn’t show on her face; she’s too cool and collected to let that happen, but it does manifest in an ever so subtle misstep. Not one noticeable to the normal eye, but to a trained one, used to following and walking beside her, she knew Harry would notice. 

There’s a pause, and it’s a long one. 

A silence that should and would be filled with ease by anyone else. A break to collect her own thoughts mentally: process, plan her reply carefully. It isn’t uncommon where Harry is concerned, maybe that’s why everyone joked that she must have spelled the Son of Hook; who would wait almost an entire minute in the still silence, still walking, after saying something like that to someone?

There’s a longing and a want. Uma knows something as simple as I’m glad I’m here, too shouldn’t be so hard to say, but it is for her. Something weirdly intimate in the admission that she’s never quite prepared for.

The alternative I’m glad you’re here with me is also ruled out as soon as she thinks it.

Both statements are true, however. She is glad she’s there, and that he is there alongside her. But she wouldn’t be herself; a cold, manipulative, calculating, villainous leader if she allowed herself to admit it aloud. 

Even when it was just the two of them near the stretch of the sea disappearing off beyond the horizon, almost walking exactly in step with each other. A synchronicity that rises from years of being around one another.

❛ You know I love being around the ocean. ❜

It’s almost absurd that, of all the things she had thought, that is what she settles upon. It isn’t untrue, they both know that. She loved the ocean as much as he did, but would it really have been so bad to just admit the truth for once?

Yet, in spite of never letting the thoughts leave her head, she glances at him. And the smile on her features is soft. A glimmer in her eyes of something more. 

Uma might love being near the ocean, but damn, she doesn’t look at it quite in the way that she looks at Harry.

She would analyse that later, for now, she’s just enjoying the moment.

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* (  THE HAUNTING OF HILL HOUSE /  SENTENCE PROMPTS.

These may have been edited for clarity or length or to better apply for roleplaying.

❛ I wish you would have told me. ❜

❛ You didn’t tell your sisters what you saw. ❜

❛ Some things can’t be told. You live them or you don’t. ❜

❛ I’m sorry. ❜

❛ Mom says that a house is like a body. ❜

❛ All this time we tried to get into this room, now we can’t get the fuck out! ❜

❛ She saved me. ❜

❛ I don’t feel anything. ❜

❛ I’m scared. That’s all I am. ❜

❛ There’s nothing left. I’m only scared. ❜

❛ It’s just a house. ❜

❛ It’s very different in the night. It’s different in the dark. ❜

❛ What if I dream that you kill us? ❜

❛ Do you think there’s a thing worse than that? ❜

❛ I don’t think there’s anything worse than that. ❜

❛ Did you just punch me in the boob? ❜

❛ Someone ask you what you think? ❜

❛ I’m so proud of you. You’re doing so well. ❜

❛ Keep it up. ❜

❛ I’m glad you’re here. ❜

❛ I should have made more of an effort with you. ❜

❛ You tried as best you could. ❜

❛ I should have met you halfway. ❜

❛ People fuck up. ❜

❛ I guess you don’t get that, you don’t really get it until you fuck up. ❜

❛ You like to fix things. ❜

❛ You’re good at fixing things. I keep hearing this about you, is that right? ❜

❛ I’m not so sure anymore. ❜

❛ Who do you think did this? ❜

❛ It’s not as bad as it is in your head. ❜

❛ Most of what people say at a funeral is a wish. ❜

❛ Now you stand there and you talk about ghosts and spirits. ❜

❛ Is she okay? ❜

❛ How do you know that? ❜

❛ It’s a twin thing. ❜

❛ This house is bad. ❜

❛ These will help with the cold. ❜

❛ What are you, um, looking at? ❜

❛ She fucking knew better. And she did it anyway. ❜

❛ We’re tougher than other kids. ❜

❛ We make ourselves really safe. And no one ever gets in. ❜

❛ Just because you care about them doesn’t mean they won’t burn you. ❜

❛ You’re scared. I can tell. ❜

❛ Be sure to let your imagination get the best of you. That’s the first step. ❜

❛ Imagine the worst thing possible. Assume it’s true. Then go from there. ❜

❛ I’m drawing boundaries, which is something you should look in to. ❜

❛ How long do we have to live here? ❜

❛ When we die, we turn into stories; and every time someone tells one of those stories, it’s like we’re still here for them. ❜

❛ We’re all stories in the end. ❜

❛ I love you completely, and you loved me the same. The rest is confetti. ❜

❛ Someone should’ve told her she didn’t have to try this hard. ❜

❛ Pandas don’t eat macaroni. ❜

❛ And I’m just- I’m just floating in this ocean of nothing, and I wonder if this is it, if this is what death is. ❜

❛ Journeys end in lovers meeting. ❜

❛ I’ve seen a lot of ghosts. Just not the way you think. ❜

❛ To learn what we fear is to learn who we are. ❜

❛ Horror defies our boundaries and illuminates our souls. ❜

❛ A ghost can be a lot of things. A memory, a daydream, a secret. ❜

❛ When you’re little, you learn how to see things that aren’t there. And when you grow up, you learn how to make them real. ❜

❛ Fear and guilt are sisters. ❜

❛ No live organism can continue to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality. ❜

❛ Most times, a ghost is a wish. ❜

❛ All I could think of when I got a look at the place from the outside was what fun it would be to stand out there and watch it burn down. ❜

❛ Fear is the relinquishment of logic, the willing relinquishing of reasonable patterns. ❜

❛ I feel a little clearer just now. ❜

❛ I feel like I’ve been here before. ❜

❛ You have to live. ❜

❛ I don’t know how to do this without you. ❜

❛ There’s no without. I am not gone. ❜

❛ I’m scattered into so many pieces, sprinkled on your life like new snow. ❜

❛ There’s so much I want to say to you all. ❜

❛ I’m so sorry our last words were in anger. ❜

❛ I’m sorry if I didn’t listen, and I’m sorry… ❜

❛ It wouldn’t have changed anything. ❜

❛ I loved you completely. And you loved me the same. ❜

❛ What were you feeling before? ❜

❛ I was feeling fear. And… And guilt. ❜

[tealtendrils]

⤱ —- allie​:

          allie  shrugged,  balance  was  nice,  and  she  certainly  didn’t  mind  not  having  to  go  into  the  water,  even  if  uma  liked  it.  she  had  become  pretty  good  at  keeping  watch  from  afar.    over  time,  she  became  less  and  less  afraid  of  falling  in,  the  knowledge  that  uma  would  probably  catch  her  if  she  did  pushing  to  the  front  of  her  mind.  her  eyes  moved  away  from  her  lap  after  uma  sat  next  to  her,  blue  orbs  flickering  up  to  meet  the  other  girl’s  own  for  a  moment  before  moving  back  down.

          “well,  i  don’t  feel  very  useful,”  she  looks  around  the  room  for  a  moment,  trying  to  find  something  else  to  focus  on  besides  her  feelings  because  they  suck  right  about  now.  normally,  uma’s  the  one  avoiding  eye  contact,  but  today  allie  can’t  look  at  her.  she  can’t  look  into  uma’s  eyes  and  say  ‘it’s  different  here,  here  i  feel  like  nothing.’  so  allie  doesn’t  say  anything  else  at  all.    

            a  tiny  part  of  her  doesn’t  even  want  to  be  crew,  or  whatever  uma’s  talking  about.  mostly  because  she  doesn’t  understand  what  it  means  to  uma.  all  she  wants  is  for  them  to  be  friends,  that’s  all  she’s  ever  wanted  since  they  met.  because  allie  doesn’t  want  to  be  a  pirate,  she  doesn’t  care  about  treasure  or  swords  at  all.

          the  hand  on  her  knee  brings  her  eyes  back  to  uma’s  before  the  other  girl’s  gaze  falls  away  as  it  normally  does.    “you’re  not  useless  either,  y’know.”  she  shrugs,  eyes  going  back  to  her  lap.  “i  mean  that.”

Uma can’t exactly put into words what crew means. She doesn’t know herself when it had become something more than a deck hand. When being crew crossed a threshold from helping run the ship and pillage anything she wanted to being a sanctuary, of sorts. 

A family. She remembers long evenings where everyone was so relaxed out on the deck of The Lost Revenge; around a barrel long empty of its ale, joking, laughing, singing, playing cards.

Crew was a break from the realities the Isle gave them. It was a family because their own families were too screwed up to realise just how special each of them were. A home to always return to where you wouldn’t be berated or punished (unless you’d done something against the rest of the crew at least) and it felt just like that with Allie around.

She doesn’t know how to vocalise it, so she does as she always had: Uma doesn’t bother to try.

❛ You are far from nothing, ❜ Uma says softly, genuinely, and she means it. It’s aided by a hand resting atop Allie’s, trying to comfort her in the only way the sea-witch knows possible. ❛ You know I’ll fight anyone who tells you you are, right? Because they’re wrong, and they need to know that. ❜ 

[tealtendrils]

⤱ —- jam​:

“You must be mad, coming here like this…”

@tealtendrils​

❛ I guess I didn’t know where else to go, ❜ it feels foreign coming from her lips, a soft sigh punctuates it. Was it a guise? Who knew.

[tealtendrils]

⤱ —- cerberus​:

Cerberus watched the way she was playing with the sword like it was part of her. He was curios there was so much about Uma that he didn’t know. A small smile played on the blonde’s face a second before he took his flashlight to sweep the ocean floor where he’d seen the sword glint across the cave. It was strange that he could see so well in such a dark place, like his eyes were made to see in the darkness. 

“Then let’s check the library after we get out of here. I don’t want him to know.” He didn’t want to have to give it up. Something told him that if the pair showed back in town with that then Mr. Gold would want to take it for himself. There were ways in getting inside, he had done it several times over, and Graham had only caught him once when he was sneaking out with a book on motors. 

His words practically ignite something in her. A spark that grows deep within, and manifests a moment later as a grin on her face and a glint in her eye. It’s mischief. It’s something she rarely got to do, but also something she thinks is thrilling and fun nonetheless. Yes, she has a voice at the back of her mind chastising her. And, yes, it’s mostly Granny’s, and slightly Ruby’s, (do as I say, Uma, not as I do). Yet, she can’t shake it. In fact, a chuckle slips from her lips a second later; a growing sign of the thrill she’s looking forward to having. 

❛ You want me to break into the library with you? ❜ There’s a soft scoff to go along with her fake shock at his suggestion. It’s about as fake as Ruby’s red hair streaks, when you look at it with a closer inspection. ❛ Well of all the first dates, I guess I could have worse, ❜ She teases. Let’s her smile still linger, eyes sparkling in the darkness, she, too, could see easily in. 

[tealtendrils]

⤱ —- allie​:

          allie’s  frown  stayed  on  her  lips  as  she  cleaned,  picking  up  everything  that  she  had  used  to  make  uma  her  soup,  and  she  hoped  that  the  other  girl  would  at  least  eat  a  little  bit  so  she  wouldn’t  get  any  sicker.  soon  enough,  just  as  uma  had  said,  she  heard  the  familiar  creaking  of  umas  bedroom  door  and  a  cat’s  tail  disappear  behind  it.  she  let  out  a  soft  laugh,  could  only  imagine  the  eye  roll  that  was  being  tossed  in  kitty’s  direction  right  now.  really,  uma  and  kitty  weren’t  so  different,  they  were  practically  the  same.  though  it  could  be  argued  (and  it  had)  that  allie  shared  a  few  qualities  with  the  feline  as  well.  after  all,  uma  wasn’t  the  one  crawling  into  allies  bed  at  night  when  she  wanted  to  be  held.  no,  it  was  quite  the  opposite.

              eventually,  she  makes  her  way  back,  pity  crawling  back  to  her  at  the  sound  of  a  cough.  she  pushes  the  door  open,  peering  at  the  scene  in  front  of  her.  kitty  was  trying  to  climb  up  on  the  bed,  scratching  wherever  she  could  reach.  allie  sighed  and  scooped  her  up  in  her  arms,  chastising  the  little  cat  in  a  tone  that  resembled  a  soft  coo.  she  made  her  way  over  to  uma’s  bed,  the  opposite  side  of  where  the  other  girl  was  this  time,  sitting  down  close  to  the  edge  and  letting  kitty  go,  watching  as  she  curled  up  next  to  uma.  allie  cleared  her  throat  and  stood  back  up,  a  small  smile  at  the  cat  who  was  laying  where  the  half-fae  normally  slept.  she  looked  up  at  uma,  smile  disappearing  because  goodness  she  really  didn’t  look  all  that  good.

                “are  you  hanging  in  there?  do  you  need  anything  else?”  she  tilts  her  head  to  the  side,  taking  the  teal-haired  girl  in.  “more  hoodies?  maybe  it  can  be  one  of  mine  this  time.”

She’s feeling way too sorry for herself right now. Not the fact she’s sick, but the fact she can’t do anything but lay in this bed and eat soup all day. It would have been a completely different situation for her back home, so the change is one she isn’t used to or pleased with. At least the soup wasn’t as bad as she pictured it to be. It’s pretty tasteless, actually, but that’s probably because she is sick so she can barely taste or smell at the moment anyway, but it’s warm, and it’s definitely making her more tired the more she eats.

Uma keeps an eye on the kitty at the side of the bed. Notes her attempts for attention and help to clamber up onto the water bed, and sighs ever so gently. She was just pulling the covers back to get out and pick up the cat when she hears Allie’s footsteps returning up the stairs.

Moving so fast she almost makes herself dizzy, Uma settles the blankets back over herself, picking the soup back up just in time for the door to open and Allie to scoop up the cat anyway. Uma carefully takes another spoon of the soup, mustering a smile for the half-fae’s sake. ❛ Pretty sure I’m not gonna drop dead, don’t worry, ❜ Uma jokes, though she’s not sure it’ll be appreciated at the moment in time, ❛ A hoodie would be nice though, ❜ the especially if it’s yours is left unsaid on her tongue with another spoonful of soup.

[tealtendrils]

⤱ — WHERE  DOES  YOUR  POWER  LIE?

the  hands

you can almost physically hold your power. creation comes easily to you, but so does destruction. your strength is in your physical interaction with the world. everything is so tactile. you push and you pull and you strike and you caress and you pray and you hold, hold, hold.

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