∾⋞ YOUNG GIRL ⋟∾

                              “ i don’ eva’ wanna die.” a simplistic statement. “ ‘cause tha’ means i gotta                                                deal with MUMMY && PA.                                                                                                                          && i’m not gonna take wha’s yours. tha’s CHEATING.”                                                                                

 the hand that grasps the neck of a wicker basket is bloodstained. the witch has been out.  ingredients && a shriveled up liver rest, nestled between the two walls of the carrier.

      ‘  good girl.  ’  a smile twisted his lips. his eyes, black as obsidian, narrow at the sight & smell of blood on the basket. the core of his throat started to burn - it had been weeks since he last fed. the girl might be a treat but the young corrupted soul has yet to grow darker, a potential accessory for aro’s growing coven.      ‘ such a beautiful basket you have ! what are you called, little girl ? ’