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@lxvlss​ asked  “  will you still be here?  will you stay even after you’ve seen all the ugly parts of my heart.  ”

Cheryl Blossom was no saint and the eldest Blackwood would not be the fool in saying that she was perfect either. No, Cheryl Blossom was complicated and hurt, and had spent far too long being beaten into a monster that others felt they needed to justify their anger and hatred.

It was no wonder that the woman felt that she was unbearably ugly; that she felt like she was unlovable despite craving it so dearly.

“If you are trying to scare me away like all the other weak willed people in your life, it will not work.” Prudence retorts with a tenderness to her expression as fingers reach out to ghost over Cheryl’s arm and take hold of her hand. “You are not a monster to me and I will not shame you for the darker parts of your heart.”

Not when her own was stained filthy black for her own errors and idiocy. 

“I will stay because, unlike every mortal that has come before me, I will love you for the light and dark that rests within you. I will not judge you for crimes that are not yours nor hold you to standards most unreasonable for someone such as yourself.”

The mortal realm had been far too unkind to Cheryl Blossom but this would be different. Prudence would make it different.

#lxvlss #Prudence;; Sweet Taste of Steel and Revenge

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lxvlss​:

@wyrdsysters​ asked “You-… I look at you and sometimes, I see a ghost of someone else.” Agatha frowns, peering at Cheryl though her eyes could focus on nothing but the distant memory of Dorcas’ smile.

the smile which stretched over painted lips quickly fell; a frown tugging, cheryl’s expression fell completely. for what was once a moment of bliss between the pair, laughter rang out as cheryl had her head tipped back. the redhead’s legs were thrown over agatha’s lap, their hands coiled together, sprawled across one of the many couches of thornhill.

but as quickly as the joyous air came, it went away. extinguished.

confusion was written across cheryl’s face, brows knitting together as she sat up to bring agatha closer. a comforting squeeze was offered to their entangled hands.

“min-min…” it was habit that the nickname fell from the tip of her tongue. thought in spite of the false identity, it only made it more personal for cheryl. this was a nickname between them and nobody else would ever call her by it. call her possessive, but she liked the sound of being the only one.

“agatha? who do i remind you of?”

➵  ( unprompted. / accepting. )  

There is a bitterness to her mouth as if it were full of ash to merely consider saying her name; even think of how she perished and how Agatha felt the pressure of responsibility settle upon her chest and suffocate her.

She had not meant to ruin their moment... Not when each one was short and fleeting in the moments they could steal. It felt wasteful to squander it on the past...

“It-...” Agatha’s tongue was lead, a swallow taken as her eyes dart away then back. “She was an old... friend. She looked similar to you a-and... she loved me like you do.” 

Some days, she was kissing Cheryl Blossom in the heated passion of a whirlwind... but in others, she would blink and Dorcas’ face was staring back at her with such devotion and adoration that it scared her to her core.

#Agatha;; Bitter is the Blade Left to Rot #lxvlss #(( some days u return form the dead to write angst ))

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@lxvlss​ asked “ upset? why would i be upset? ”

Some days... Some days, Prudence had to wonder why she dealt with fickle women. Even more so, why she dealt with sarcastic women and she had to ponder more so if this is why she strictly dealt with tormenting men because it was infinitely easier to destroy a man than a woman.

That being said, women were divine creatures and Prudence did appreciate every woman that crossed her path in her own ways. Some were hailed with the utmost of respect whilst others were revered as if Hecate, herself, embodied them.

That sounded just a little like heresy...

“Your snide reaction tells me enough, Cheryl.” Prudence sighs deep enough that she is confident that half her soul has escaped in the process. “Could you not, for once, be honest with me about how you actually feel or are you too repressed into your trauma that you feel I am untrustworthy with your heart?”

There was some certain heaviness with knowing that Cheryl kept her at arms reach and it stung that bit more in knowing that there was cause for such things but that she didn’t trust Prudence enough to let her close despite the care and affection they had shared. 

“Have I not proven myself to you enough that you do not have any faith in me? Have I not yet proven my conviction to you?” There is teeth bore briefly, frustration oozing through as searing hot memories of so called family streaks her thoughts. “You love me, Cheryl Blossom, and yet you are too afraid of where that might go to even try to commit fully and I am not willing to accept a partial devotion when I deserve more.”

“So, I leave you with this-...” Prudence exhales through her nose, eyes shutting as she watches the red-head; the beautiful yet so very infuriating red-head. “You can continue to hiss and howl at me as if your distress is my fault... Or you can admit that you are afraid and we can conquer it together.”

Her hand extends, hazel eyes narrowing to pinpricks and the weight of the world pressing down to one singular moment. “Take or leave it, Cheryl.”

#lxvlss #Answered;; In Unison We Cry #(( mom do i count as an active rp blog yet/ ))

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feel free to change pronouns / wording !

“ why can’t these guys write me a fuckin’ decent part ?! ”  

“ who’re you calling ? ”  

“ oh, y’know what ? I’m sorry, I have the wrong number. ”  

“ wait a minute, I know your voice. ”  

“ i think he’s got a really sexy voice. ”  

“ i can’t believe this. ”  

“ why don’t you tell me who you are ? ”  

“ she’s got a nice little … voice. ”  

“ let’s play a little game. ”  

“ jesus, you scared the shit out of me ! ”  

“ i didn’t mean to scare ya ! ”  

“ come on, open the door. ”  

“ talking about how much fun it’s gonna be to rip your insides out. ”  

“ why do you wanna kill me ? ”  

“ being the best means being willing to do what the others would not. ”  

“ was it worth it ? ”  

“ i assume you’re not here for an autograph. ”  

“ so if we stop making scary movies, what, all the psychos in the world will retire ? ”  

“ i am my own character. ”  

“ we are not in any danger. ”  

“ cue the violins, right ? ”  

“ i don’t mind you never returning my calls. ”  

“ i’m surprised you thought about me at all. ”  

“ do you see a camera ? ”  

“ could i be more popular ? ”  

“ why do you have so many secrets ? ”  

“ it’s as if you don’t exist. ”  

“ psychos can’t kill what they can’t find. ”  

“ everything you touch dies. ”  

“ you’re just like me. ”  

“ i’m not happy that i’m thirty-five playing a twenty-one year old. ”  

“ how the fuck are we supposed to learn our lines when there’s a new script every fifteen minutes ?! ”  

“ brace yourself, all of this is actually not about you. ”  

“ you’re not a detective. ”  

“ ten more murders and we can publish a calendar. ”  

“ very hannibal lecter. ”  

“ god, it’s not the end of the world. ”  

“ that is so easy for you to say. ”  

“ i’ve killed someone. ”  

“ turn on the news. ”  

“ are we safe ? ”  

“ was that a threat ? ”  

“ i’m leaving my legacy. ”  

“ the reason i’m here is to help you so that my death will not be in vain. ”  

“ true trilogies are all about going back to the beginning and discovering something that wasn’t true from the get-go. ”  

“ the past is not at rest. ”  

“ i work better alone. ”  

“ basements creep me out. ”  

“ so how can i help you ? or do you want me to tell you who you look like. ”  

“ i wanted to make you proud. ”  

“ you don’t deserve to be protected. ”  

“ as if life isn’t tragic enough. ”  

“ you see what i see, day in day out, the violence that people do to each other, you get haunted. ”  

“ ghosts are tough, you can’t shoot ghosts. ”  

“ i think what you saw is real. ”  

“ how do i know that this is you and not the killer ? ”  

“ the question isn’t who i am, the question is: who’s with me ? ”  

“ do you have somewhere we can be … alone ? ”  

“ you follow directions well. ”  

“ now that we’re all here, the party can begin. ”  

“ it’s your turn to scream, asshole ! ”  

“ i’m here to help. ”  

“ put the gun down. ”  

“ why don’t you take some fucking responsibility ? ”  

“ lose something ? ”  

“ i swear i’ll kill you ! ”  

“ i guess we think alike. ”  

“ he wasn’t superhuman, he wasn’t superhuman at all. ”  

“ what kind of movie ? ”  

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OOC.

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lxvlss​:

witch. the label seemed right and off all at the same time. cheryl bristled; her defenses flaring and it was taking everything to not snap at the woman before her. that would be the easy route to take – to last out verbally and shove the girl from the grounds of thornhill.

and as badly as she wanted to, the maple heiress had the feeling it wouldn’t exactly work in her favour.

a tightly held purse of lips formed into a frown, cheryl searched over prudence’s face with the intent of finding a source of threat. or lie. anything to give her a reasoning to act. a crease, a twitch, any micro-expression that would lead cheryl to either trust, or validate the growing distrust she already held.

“well, i can assure you that the only ones who roam these grounds are the dead.” tensing with every movement prudence advanced on, cheryl set her jaw. “you’d be wasting your time searching any further.”

taking a glance between the set-up of candles and sigils. aspects of the elements returned her look and for a moment cheryl felt calm. for as long as it took to turn her attention back towards the trespasser the tension in her muscles settled – but the hackles never lowered.

“this is none of your business.”

Her hazel set eyes remained upon the small cult-like set up on the ground as her brain whirred into life trying to assign it some sort of origin or meaning to this particular array of candles as well as the other items littered and abandoned to the earth now.

“Perhaps it is the dead that I am looking for.” Prudence purred back, stopping just short of touching distance with this red-haired stranger. 

There is a touch of arrogance to her; an aura of all knowing and it had been ever present during the conversation. It accented Prudence’s every word and action... and it all vanished in a brief flicker of gut wrenching realisation. Vainly, she kept her claws into a glimmer of hope that she was merely misinformed and prayed she had not made error.

“It is dangerous to play in the occult when you do not know what you are doing. I would be careful making offerings to things you don’t understand, something might answer.” Only now do her eyes lift, finally, back to Cheryl but lacking that snugness; a hard curiosity lives there with accents of genuine uncertainty. 

There was a piece of this puzzle that she did not have and did not understand.  Yet, Prudence was weighing that she might actually care to try.

How strange.

#lxvlss #(( I have immediately forgotten ALL my tags weLP HERE have a reply befoere i leave for work ))

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the woman and her sword.

#Prudence;; Sweet Taste of Steel and Revenge

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#Prudence;; Sweet Taste of Steel and Revenge #Musing;; The Devils Got Nothing On Me My Friend

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Halloween Hexathlon ↳ day one: a witch you love

#Prudence;; Sweet Taste of Steel and Revenge #Aesthetic;; Blood on Lace

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@hllfiire​ asked  “  i feel like i’m one bad day away from becoming everything i’ve fought against.  ” 

There was something incredibly distressing about seeing Sabrina Spellman crack; something about seeing the strongest person you know, the person who has been through hell and back, start to break from the duress they are under.

When you look up to that person, you put them on a pedestal and label them untouchable, and Sabrina Spellman was exactly that.

She was the goal. She was the girl who beat the impossible odds and got the best of everything that she wanted. 

She was the aspiration.  ‘If Sabrina Spellman could do it, so could I.’

“That feeling that you have now?” Prudence carefully responds, closing the space between them to gently lay a hand over the other Witches heart. “That, exactly there, is why you will not turn to any darker side nor lose your way. You have a mortal heart and that prevents you from losing yourself to the dark lord and everything that will come after.”

“There is no other person upon this planet that could face everything that you have and succeed, Sabrina, and you will continue to do so."

If Sabrina Spellman cannot survive her hardships then what would that mean for the rest of the lost souls who looked to her for light? What did that mean for Prudence?

#Answered;; In Unison We Cry #Hllfiire #(( sometimes the girl you look up to has weak days and it breaks ur heart )) #(( Pru is... a solid 5/10 on feel better speeches ))

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character  motivations.     what motivates your muse?    italicize what applies weakly.    bold what applies strongly.   repost,   don’t reblog.

basic  motivations.

survival.   /   fear.   /   curiosity.   /   guilt. /   desire.   /   (in)stability.

“noble”  motivations.

love.   /   family.   /   loyalty.   /   honor.   /   obedience.   /   faith.   /   vengeance.   /   (in)equality.   /   (un)fulfillment.

negative  motivations.

rage.   /   trickery.   /  pride.  /   greed.   /   revenge.   /   lust.   /   envy.

fearful  motivations.

death/dying.   /   humiliation.   /   dishonor.   /   pain.   /   rejection.   /   loss.   /   regret. /   shame.

bonus.

because they can.   /   because they want to.   /   because they have to.

#Prudence;; Sweet Taste of Steel and Revenge #(( This was weirdly hard LOL )) #(( but also hi pls enjoy an insight to how my pru works )) #PruHeadcanon;; Beneath the Fire and Brimstone

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@lxvlss​ asked  “ you’re hot. and i’m bored. ”

There is a languid arch of Prudence’s brow and a singular preying smirk that coils across the woman’s face as Cheryl speaks. She knows well what the Blossom heir’s preference is and she knows very well what her type is.

“I know.” Is her simple and easy reply as the witch leans back into the snug chair she was sat in; an open invitation offered in the form of a small pat to her lap. She is keenly aware of what Cheryl wants and is not ashamed to acknowledge that those wants also align with her own; regardless of the snaking feelings at the pit of her stomach that threaten to consume her whole. 

If she could not have Cheryl Blossom in heart then body would do as substitute, she supposed. Even if it were only for one night and for the sake of curing boredom...

“Well?” She asks, her heart slowly tearing asunder as she guides the bored redhead to her. “What are you waiting for, darling?”

#lxvlss #Answered;; In Unison We Cry #(( LiSTEN dont u judge me for this dani )) #(( I know where u live )) #(( Sometimes u sent me filth and i give u salty tEARS ))

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some angst idk y’all i like crying

“  i don’t want you here.  just go.  ” 

“  you ‘didn’t mean to hurt me?’  yeah you did.  like it or not,  i know exactly who you are.  ” 

“  why won’t you even look at me?  ”

“  i’m not angry at you.  i’m angry with myself for trusting you.  ”

“  i wish you’d stop trying to destroy yourself in some misguided effort to feel worthy.  ”

“  i know it’s not fair to say this,  but i don’t have anything without you.  if i don’t have you i have nothing.  ”

“  you can’t love me.  not the way i need to be loved.  ”

“  i’m broken.  and i don’t need anyone to try to feed me white lies about it.  something inside me is broken and it isn’t just going to be put back like it was.  ” 

“  sometimes being broken isn’t about trying to put things back together like they were before.  it’s about picking up what pieces are left and building something new.  ”

“  okay,  so you’re a monster.  so am i.  lets be monsters together.  ” 

“  because of what they/you did i’m damaged.  ”  

“  what the hell is wrong with you?  ”

“  what the hell is wrong with me?  ”

“  i can’t fix you.  you can’t expect me to know how to fix you.  ” 

“  yeah,  i’ll be here.  i’ll be here when you’re ready to stop running.  ”

“  my world is just falling apart.  it’s like everything is just crumbling around me.  i don’t know what to do.  i just want it to stop ”  

“  you’re the only thing that makes sense right now.  everything else is just—  the world is so loud.  and the only time it feels quiet is when you’re here.  ”

“  i don’t know how to talk about shit okay?  it’s too hard.  but i do care.  i need you to trust me that i care.  ”

 “  stop punishing yourself.  you wanna make up for what you’ve done?  get off your ass and do something about it.  ”

“  whatever it is you think was going on between us,  you’re wrong.  ”

“  it didn’t mean anything to me.  ” 

“  you should move on.  i did.  ”  

“  i feel like i’m one bad day away from becoming everything i’ve fought against.  ” 

“  stop pushing me away.  i’m not going anywhere,  asshole.  and as soon as you get that through that thick skull of yours,  the better.  ”  

“  i don’t need you in my life.  i don’t want you in it.  ”  

“  i can’t trust myself.  if i let myself get comfortable enough,  when i try to be happy,  people get hurt.  ”  

“  people like me don’t get to have peace.  ”  

“  i’m not the person you want.  i know you think i am.  but it won’t take long for you to realize this is a mistake.  ”  

“  you want the truth?  the truth is when i love people it burns inside me like a poison.  it infects every part of me until it feels like they’re in my goddamn soul…and then i fuck it up.  and it’ll destroy us both.  ”  

“  i’ll always choose you.  that’s the worst part of it all.  i’d choose you over and over, even though i know you wouldn’t do the same.  ”  

“  you never had to be perfect.  you just had to stay.  ”

“  will you please just stay for once.  just.  don’t walk away.  ” 

“  if i loved you less,  i might be able to talk about it more.  ”   

“  just tell me something real.  tell me something i can remember no matter what happens to us.  ”

“  when you look at me,  i feel seen.  i feel like you see past everything i’ve always surrounded myself with to try and protect my heart.  no one has ever looked that deeply at me.  ”  

“  how can you uncover so much about someone,  make them let their guard down and lay themselves bare to you.  and then just throw it all away?  ”

“  if you walk out that door don’t bother coming back.  ”

“  why are you so afraid of trusting this—  trusting us.  what’s making you hold back?  ”

“  will you still be here?  will you stay even after you’ve seen all the ugly parts of my heart.  ”  

“  i don’t care how willing you are to die for me.  i want you to fucking live with me.  live for us.  ” 

HURT/COMFORT

[ DISCOVER ] for one muse to find the other crying alone. 

[ COMPANY ] for one muse to sit with the other so they don’t have to be alone while they’re upset. 

[ EMBRACE ] for one muse to suddenly hug the other one for their own comfort. 

[ OFFER ] for one muse to suddenly hug the other one to comfort them.

[ SETTLE ] for one muse to comfort the other and end up cuddling. 

[ SHOULDER ] for one muse to rest their head on the other’s shoulder while they comfort them. 

[ CARRY ]  for one muse to find the other injured and carry them to safety.

[ SECURE ] for one muse to carry the other to bed after they fell asleep. 

[ STRUGGLE ]  for one muse to resist being hugged but then break down and crumble against the other. 

[ CLEAR ] for one muse to wipe the other’s tears. 

[ BREAKDOWN ] for one muse to ask the other if they’re okay prompting them to finally stop bottling things up. 

[ BRUSH ] for one muse to run their fingers through the other’s hair while they open up or cry. 

[ NURSE ] for one muse to tend to the other while they’re recovering from injuries. 

[ TRUST ] for a scenario where sender’s muse is the only one receivers muse will let close. 

[ COAX ] for scenario where receiver’s muse knows they’re the only one sender’s muse will let close. 

[ CALM ] for one muse to subdue the other during an outburst. 

[ CLARITY ] for one muse to help ground the other back in the present  (i.e. after nightmare, breakdown, battle etc)

[ PREVENT ] for one muse to stop the other from going too far during a fight. 

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@lxvlss​ asked  “  i’m making a fake tinder profile to see how gullible guys are, wanna help?  ”

“Tormenting mortal boys again?” Oh, Cheryl was speaking her love language in such a dulcet tone that Prudence could not help but lean forwards with a coy grin. The devil be damned, she would raise some hell with this woman if no one else would. “Cheryl, dear, you know I am always down to make men miserable.”

If ever there came a day when she refuted such an offer then let the False Gods smite her down upon the ground she stood. 

“Now, come and sit. Tell me what you had in mind.”

#Answered;; In Unison We Cry #lxvlss #(( some days you obtain serotonin from #the simple things )) #(( like ruining the male ego ))

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prompts for emotionally stunted idiots

because my friends muses need therapy. will they get it? absolutely not. 

AVOIDING THE TERRIFYING ORDEAL OF BEING KNOWN:  

“  yeah i’m pissed off but i’d rather not talk about it.  that’s why you’re the one i came to.  ”

“  i’m not looking for a friend.  i’m looking for someone just as angry as i am.  ”

“  i’m not good at caring about people’s shit on purpose.  ”

“  i’m not gonna ask if ‘you’re okay’ cause that’s fuckin’ annoying.  you wanna get the hell out of here and do something?  ”  

 “  i don’t wanna talk about it. you got a beer?  ”  

“  upset?  why would i be upset?  ”

“  so you wanna go find something to break?  ”  

“  hey you want me to kill that guy for you?  ”

“  i just need to get this shit done.  and i trust you to help me do that.  ”  

“  you’re hot.  and i’m bored.  ”  

“  can we just have some meaningless sex we can both pretend didn’t happen tomorrow morning?  ”

“  i can think of at least a dozen people that need killing.  or a light beating.  will that cheer you up?  ”

“  i’ve a got job and i think you’d be the perfect fit.  so you in?  ”

“  yeah i don’t do the whole crying thing.  give me something to stab and i’ll be good in a day or two.  ”

“  i banged it out and now i feel great.  next question.  ”

“  if i think about it,  i get angry.  and i don’t know where that anger stops.  so i’d rather not start at all.  ”

VARIOUS SENTENCES WITH ABSOLUTELY NO DEPTH U COWARDS: 

“  if you’re gonna stay here you can’t be sober so either take the fruity beer or the shitty wine or let me be vibe in peace.  ”

“  how much insect essence do you think are in every square inch of chocolate? like just how many cockroach guts have i consumed with my hershey’s? ” 

“  you should’ve seen the look on their face.  it’s been so long since i’ve made someone that fuckin’ angry it was great.  ” 

“  i have this neighbor who keeps playing driver’s license at 10 a.m. every morning and i’m starting to question if it’s a sixteen year old getting over a breakup or a 36 year old trying to reclaim their childhood. at this point the mystery is the only thing keeping me going.  ”

“  do i trust you?  absolutely not.  next question.  ”

“  if i don’t get a nap in the next hour i’ll probably murder someone.  ”

“  you’re getting that look in your eyes like you’re about to ask me what’s wrong so i’m gonna save us both the awkwardness of finding an excuse to leave and just go now.  ”

“  i’m here to raid your fridge cause my date went really bad and all i’ve had is lukewarm water and breadsticks.  ”

“  i’m making a fake tinder profile to see how gullible guys are, wanna help?  ”   

“  hey i got something for you look!  ”   *holds up middle finger* 

U MIGHT GET PUNCHED: 

“  why are you really here?  ”

“  i’m not leaving until you tell me what the fuck is going on.  ”

“  you can’t solve every problem with your fists.  ”  

“  i’m not here to talk about me.  what the hell is going on with you?  ”

“  you think i don’t notice but i do.  i can tell something’s wrong.  ”   

“  i can see beneath your smile.  ”

“  why won’t you just tell me the truth?  ”

“  what are you hiding? and don’t you dare try to lie to me. ”

“  what the hell did you do?  ”

“  so are we gonna talk about it or are we gonna pretend nothing’s wrong here?  ”

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lxvlss​:

with her jaw tensing, it was an internal fight against every fiber to keep from taking a step back for each that this woman took forward. hands clenching at her side, cheryl forced down the cry as the action aggravated the welting skin. that could be looked at later–

“so you make a habit of trespassing.” the scoff was evident in her tone. every inch of her body rigid. “one would expect a lock would be enough to deter most unwanted guests.”

cheryl’s gaze allowed for a simple once over. (although her eyes lingered far too long to be deemed as a simple once over) inwardly cursing herself for abandoning her archery kit back at Thornhill─ when would she learn to not wander into the woods unarmed?

prior engagements forgotten. a deep breath soothed the growing panic settling beneath her chest, cheryl shifted her weight. witchcraft and prayer wouldn’t help her in a situation against another – it was with a calculated raise a brow and twitch of painted lips that the Blossom heiress took on the offense with a step forward and clipped words.

“so, strange woodland nymph, why don’t you begone. this is private property.”

‘Strange woodland nymph’. Well, that was oddly complimentary, Prudence supposed though if she had to guess, it was likely meant as an insult given by how tense the woman was before her. It was like a spring coil pressed to it’s stressing point, begging for release...

She could offer that... A needle poked press to cause this stranger to shatter.

No ground was gained and no ground was lost as Prudence merely observed with a nasty amount of amusement snaking just below the skin as the young witchling took steps towards her; much akin to a tiny cub’s fur heckling and sharp hisses given. 

“There is no need for such hostility, I am merely looking for someone and once I find them, I will leave.” Only then did Pru move; slow and methodically towards the Blossom woman. “So calm down, little witch. I am not here for you and unless you try anything, I am plenty incline to let you merely... walk back to your little spell circle and your candles.”

And upon closer look there was that confusion that rose once more; unfamiliarity at whatever Cheryl Blossom was attempting. “And... whatever incantation you are trying...”

#lxvlss #(( We stan Mistie in this good household ))

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magaprima​:

Lilith’s small, tight flicker of a smile was dangerous despite its subtlety as  she looked at Prudence, giving no actual verbal response to the…’pet guard dog’ comment. Silence reigned for a moment as she decided to gauge the girl, to judge just what, precisely, she made of her and her comment. Knowing the girl would wait for a reply, that she wouldn’t feel the….complete freedom to simply leave, Lilith held the silence a little bit longer, before finally taking a breath to answer. 

“No,” She told her, speaking through that same dangerous red smile, “A guard dog is, essentially, kept on a leash. Just as I believe Father Blackwood keeps you”

It was important to know that she had started this sparring of words with her initial snide comment aimed at a Witch who was very likely far more skilled than she was. It hadn’t stopped her picking those fights before but on the grounds of the Unseen Academy? 

And with Father Blackwood very likely watching?

The red hot welt of the words sank deep; and they were correct in their intent. Anger bubbled to mask over the pain that flashed fast across Prudence’s eyes, jaw set though she exhales the anger through her nose and smiles with far too many teeth showing.

“If it is leashes we are speaking of, I pity you for being chained to the Spellman's by whatever force you may call it.” Duty and obligation be it to the Spellman's or more, was just another form of noose around the neck. “A willing dog is much worse than one bent to will.”

Broken.

#magaprima #(( and Pru is... a fickle little gremlin LOL )) #(( she thinks she knows best about a lot of things some days and the other days shes just out for blood )) #(( this'll be a fun fighting battle for her to lose though )) #(( squints I have no idea why the post is breaking as it is either and im not awake enough to fight it omfg u win tumblr))