Vick ran around the bakery, setting the chairs in place. It was the day Lydia and Azazeal were getting married and she was wearing her dark purple bridesmaid dress. The cake was standing proudly over the countertop. Black velvet, cherry filling, covered with purple fondant and tiny fondant skulls.
witch-and-demon replied to your audio post: my cold makes my voice sound so nasty. I LOVE YOU.
Oh my gosh, your voice is beautiful. I was gonna post one of these but not anymore…
THANK YOU DEAR. oh pleeeease post some pleeeease *puppy eyes*
((I’m going to have a shower. coz i want to be a clean mun))
I’m heading to the hospital now, I don’t know at what time I’ll be back…
I love you guys <33
‘I never thought I’d used this again…’ Vick said holding the sharp knife in front of her eyes. 'To be honest, I kind of missed it…’
She put the knife in the case she had on her belt, on her back, hiding it with her jacket. 'Any reason why they would take Lydia?’ She asked.