07-25-2018, 09:52 PM
ROSEMARY ROUX
As the charcoal bengal clumsily left their cozy perch, the ocelot tilted her head as she waited for the kitten to approach her. Her two smaller eyes drifted over to the abandoned leather-bound book, though, as Rosemary found herself interested in what this kid wanted to read - it looked like a musty old tome, and she somehow doubted it contained the usual childish fairytales. If Aita liked to read anything that the rest of her family preferred, then Rosemary supposed it could be anything so long as it contained useful information.
As the child stopped in front of her, the ocelot's four eyes converged on the smokey feline as she heard the question; an odd one coming from a child that probably experienced little death thus far in her life. The witch grinned, the expression nothing more than a slight twinge of her lips and nearly missed upon her face. "Necromancy isn't my field, but it can certainly be done. Ghosts appear from time to time, though they're a bit uncommon and tend to have bizarre abilities. Did you know that the Tanglewoods are led by a ghost?" Rosemary answered, her voice sounding disconnected from her words as her flat tone scraped against the excitement of her words. She genuinely liked answering questions about magic, but she never seemed fully capable of expressing so.
© MADI
I FEEL SO HUNGRY —
— Dear diary, I don't know what's going on, but something's up / The dog won't stop barking, and I think my TV is bust / Every channel is the same, it's sending me insane / And earlier somebody bit me, what a fucking day / The sky is falling / It's fucking boring / I'm going braindead, isolated / God is a shithead / And we're his rejects / Traumatized for breakfast / I can't stomach any more survival horror / Dear diary, I feel itchy like there's bugs under my skin / The dog's gone rabid (shut the fuck up) / Doing my head in —— WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING?