12-30-2020, 03:42 AM
CAUSE EVEN BLOOD WILL RUN, LIKE THE TEARS OF A SAINT !
Oh, nightmares. She hadn't had any since her return, mostly because she didn't sleep and didn't want to after raising her soul from the grave, but she still hadn't forgotten her own. Death, darkness, blood, and whatever else she could have fit in a unnerving emo poem. For the love of all that was holy, she hoped to whatever was out there that Maye did not resort to drinking away her youth to block it out, even if she didn't really know the girl, every unfortunate event and misstep in the Tangewood residents' luck haunted her, which was a very ironic thing to say.
Stumbling across the discarded eye itself first, Arrow's own widened, mumbling a stunned "Oh, fuck-" in her shock. Yeah that was indeed...an eye. Like from a socket, in a face. Her first thought was, "Hey someone probably wants to put that back in.", which was beyond ridiculous. You couldn't just stick an eyeball back into the eye hole. It wasn't, well, whatever you could reattach.
Joke's on Maye, when she ripped into her face, she missed her eyes. That was a joke of course, and really fucked up to say. Arrow slipped past the lion, crouched low to the ground to get a look at whatever gaps lied between the plant material that was now just emerging out of the empty socket as if that was normal. "Maybe we could, uh...fuck...I never learned plant injuries."
Oh, nightmares. She hadn't had any since her return, mostly because she didn't sleep and didn't want to after raising her soul from the grave, but she still hadn't forgotten her own. Death, darkness, blood, and whatever else she could have fit in a unnerving emo poem. For the love of all that was holy, she hoped to whatever was out there that Maye did not resort to drinking away her youth to block it out, even if she didn't really know the girl, every unfortunate event and misstep in the Tangewood residents' luck haunted her, which was a very ironic thing to say.
Stumbling across the discarded eye itself first, Arrow's own widened, mumbling a stunned "Oh, fuck-" in her shock. Yeah that was indeed...an eye. Like from a socket, in a face. Her first thought was, "Hey someone probably wants to put that back in.", which was beyond ridiculous. You couldn't just stick an eyeball back into the eye hole. It wasn't, well, whatever you could reattach.
Joke's on Maye, when she ripped into her face, she missed her eyes. That was a joke of course, and really fucked up to say. Arrow slipped past the lion, crouched low to the ground to get a look at whatever gaps lied between the plant material that was now just emerging out of the empty socket as if that was normal. "Maybe we could, uh...fuck...I never learned plant injuries."