wiltpetals·:
the scrawny one clambers into bed, shifting and getting comfortable against her big sisters chest, nodding slowly at the idea of her singing. but bea barely gets a chance to begin before mia begins snuffling, her tears spilling quickly as she holds onto bea, “ why’s she so mean to us? “ the girl whimpers against her, trying to keep quiet, “ she makes my headache. least i got you. “ her teddy is adjusted, closing her eyes.
BEATRIX’S GO - TO LULLABY? LET IT BE BY THE BEATLES. shes humming and singing just about every other phrase, voice sweet and dripping with lethargy, almost as though she was putting herself to sleep on stop of everything. one hand strokes mia’s newly - black hair as she sings -- and its not long before bea feels her tremble against her, a sure sign of tears.
“ mia ... let me tell you something. look at me. “ bea’s eyes open and she looks down at her sister . her face is serious as the plague, her blue eyes hardened and emotionless. still, her words are hushed, the noise just out of earshot of their other siblings in the room. “ people are horrible, and terrible, and disgusting, and sad, and mean. they are and they always will be. the sooner you accept that ... the less your head will ache. “ her other hand brushes bangs from mia’s forehead, and beatrix’s icy expression cracks with a ray of warmth. “ ... what the hell happened to your hair? “ she asked kindly, tone playful.


















