09-06-2018, 08:53 PM
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The only picture that Feyre had ever bothered to care about was the one she had stumbled upon in Oni's room. It had been practically burned into her memory by this point, her parents the picture of happiness as they gazed amiably at the camera, her relative of sorts - Oni's mother - present as well. She hadn't asked to take the picture with her when she left him that evening, but it did cross her mind often, the last reminder of her parents that perhaps she'd ever have. Maybe one day she'd finally take it into her possession, careful not to reduce it to ash as she looked upon it again and again. Or maybe she wouldn't do that. Her parents were nothing more to her than strangers who had given her life and then handed her off to the witches. She didn't know them. She wasn't attached to them.
By that logic, that godforsaken picture should have meant nothing to her, a mere image captured by luck for her to cross paths with and never encounter or think about again. Things weren't easy like that though- even Feyre knew that. Thoughts of the picture were precisely why the fluffy ragdoll heaved a rather loud sigh as she rounded a corner, tufted ears perking as they heard the faintest sounds of conversation. Perfect! An excuse to preoccupy herself with something other than that snapshot with her parents.
Quickening her pace, she easily found the others, lavender eyes narrowing the moment they fell upon Bryn. [color=#3f5351]"Yeah," Fey began pointedly, not quite understanding the importance of these pictures but intelligent enough to know that they meant something to those who had gathered, [color=#3f5351]"Did you fucking steal shit?" A rather smug grin would spread across speckled lips at that statement, the little witch practically glowing with pride as she emulated her cousin's eloquent manner of speaking. By the way she delivered the words, it was hard to tell who's side she was on.
Her attitude faltered as she sensed the solemness that had fallen over the room though, neck craning as she eventually caught sight of the image of Margaery and Suiteheart. Weird. It made her feel weird. [color=#3f5351]"Fangs?" Feyre finally echoed, shooting a glance in Moon's direction, [color=#3f5351]"That's my uh.... Aunt? Cousin? Who knows."
By that logic, that godforsaken picture should have meant nothing to her, a mere image captured by luck for her to cross paths with and never encounter or think about again. Things weren't easy like that though- even Feyre knew that. Thoughts of the picture were precisely why the fluffy ragdoll heaved a rather loud sigh as she rounded a corner, tufted ears perking as they heard the faintest sounds of conversation. Perfect! An excuse to preoccupy herself with something other than that snapshot with her parents.
Quickening her pace, she easily found the others, lavender eyes narrowing the moment they fell upon Bryn. [color=#3f5351]"Yeah," Fey began pointedly, not quite understanding the importance of these pictures but intelligent enough to know that they meant something to those who had gathered, [color=#3f5351]"Did you fucking steal shit?" A rather smug grin would spread across speckled lips at that statement, the little witch practically glowing with pride as she emulated her cousin's eloquent manner of speaking. By the way she delivered the words, it was hard to tell who's side she was on.
Her attitude faltered as she sensed the solemness that had fallen over the room though, neck craning as she eventually caught sight of the image of Margaery and Suiteheart. Weird. It made her feel weird. [color=#3f5351]"Fangs?" Feyre finally echoed, shooting a glance in Moon's direction, [color=#3f5351]"That's my uh.... Aunt? Cousin? Who knows."
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