“i’m this close to starting a forest fire.”

♡ @seraphias

Mary finds it in herself to laugh quietly, even in the face of chaos and violence in the fog of war.  And she gets it. Frankly, Mary has had an urge to cry for the last six hours, but there is no time to cry, let alone to finish processing one thing before another comes.  Mary had known from the minute she was thrown into the fray, that it would never have been an option to stay out of it. The council would sooner see her locked up than as an asset, but Fiore is still her home - and it's being ravaged by these brutes. Still, after all they've seen... Some part of her wishes she had stayed up in the mountains.  She pushes those thoughts aside for now, though. “Oh, come on. What’d the trees ever do to ya’? It's not their fault that these ugly bastards in their hideous trousers are out here, ruining our week.” She jests.

❝ try not to get any daggers in your back before dawn. ❞

♡ @seraphias

It would be a brief separation.

Even after everything, and after the years of distance kept ( because they'd had to play by the rules, and the rules had said to keep them separate; let them grow as individuals )...

It still feels like before, whenever they part ways. Like it's no big deal, because they'd meet again in a day or two.

Everything's fine. So she turns to the star-bearer and grins.

❝With that attitude~? You'll curse me!❞ The witch jests, though she soon tilts her head in acknowledgement. ❝Don't miss me too much. I'll be careful... I'm too pretty to be stabbed anyway.❞

the witcher starters / accepting.

“  if i sigh loudly enough,  will all my problems go away?  ” -sorano

♡ @seraphias

❝Sorano,❞ she starts, not bothering to conceal a smirk. ❝I've screamed my lungs out into the woods, till every last bird was out of those trees...❞

Or something like that. A whole lot of birds did ditch the forest that day, though - or else she's unsure of what that rustle in the trees had been back then.

❝... And all that did was startle this poor old lady that was living there. And she wasn't all there either, but... She definitely thought that I was worse off than she was. So, I mean - no.❞

spring cleaning the inbox, don’t mind me !

“ … do you want to do something stupid with me ? “ -sorano!

♡ @seraphias

❝Sure!❞ She's so quick to respond; and she isn't sure that she even thought about the question for a whole second.

❝But, define ' stupid '. Because my stupid and your stupid... Probably don't necessarily line up... If you know what I mean. I'm still up for it, though. I'm just curious.~❞

Mary tilts her head down a bit, still kneeling in front of Sorano. ❝Does it require moving, though? Sorano, does it require moving, and you waited for me to sit down to ask me?❞

spring cleaning the inbox, don’t mind me !

“i just don’t feel anything anymore.”

♡ @seraphias​

Her golden gaze stays low, fixed on the spots of grass between them. It’s not as though she doesn't know that feeling; so steady and calm, but also so wrong. Like every bottled-up thing that was ever sealed away is crashing against a hill─threatening to spill over. The cascade comes crashing down any minute, now. It’s nearing its climax, and one is ever ready for it.

❝Feels awful, doesn’t it?❞ She asks, quietly. Her head is turned towards Sorano, but her stare - zoned out somewhere past her. ❝Doesn’t it feel like you’re a little… Shell? Like you don’t even have a pulse anymore?❞

Indeed, she’d spent a lot of time feeling hollow. Since… Shortly after her arrest, actually. If anything, circumstances throwing her into the fray are what got her out of that state; forced her to claw her way through. To survive.

And she feels alive. Guilty, and confused, and so angry she could cry. She’s a stranger in her own skin, but she also feels alive.

❝… But it’s not forever, y’know?❞

right in the guts. angst sentences. / accepting.

❝ who do i have to fucking fight? ❞

♡ @seraphias

Mary tucks her mobile device between her cheek and her shoulder, and shifts to sit up. She sighs loudly and gets up, magazine still in one hand, and makes her way to the bathroom.

❝Ugh, I don't know. I didn't even want to look at their name...❞ She mutters.

❝But you know what pisses me off even more?❞ The echo in her voice suggests that she has indeed reached the bathroom, and Mary throws the stack of paper in the trash; dragging the metal can with her through the hall ( where she picks up a lighter ), and to the balcony─where she will light the magazine on fire, because simply throwing it away is not enough.

And it's probably better that she didn't catch the name. She knows how bitter she can get. ❝I don't care what they said about me, that wasn't even the worst part about it. And it's very clear that they didn't interview anyone. Ugh. I could kill them.❞ She really shouldn't joke about that.

They'd had enough. The media surely could spare them & let them find peace. But that's too much too expect, it seems.

spring cleaning the inbox, don’t mind me !

' we’re leaving in negative six minutes! ' -sora :)

♡ @hearternal

The woman’s pitch instantly brings Mary back from her light slumber - and tragically, she did not wake her soon enough, because there is an ache along the side of her neck.

But, who told Mary to fall asleep? And in particular: who told her to fall asleep using a boulder as support? To be fair, though, she’d not gotten very good sleep for the last few days, and she had been waiting on Miss we’re-leaving-in-negative-six-minutes.

And thus, as if willed by necromancy, Mary is on her feet again─maybe a little too quickly─only to hear a disturbing crack. Whether it came from her hip of her leg is uncertain.

❝Yes! Yes... I’m... Yeah let’s go─Sorano, I fell asleep waiting for you. You have some nerve...❞ 

They’d stopped a while ago to before the daylight completely left them, but they had also made quick work of it. She finds herself looking towards the light of the town nearby─barely visible behind the trees─and turns to glance back at Sorano.

She’d been meaning to talk to her for a while...

Not that she knows how to go about it in a way that would be soft enough ( or at least she worried it wouldn’t be ) - and she doesn’t imagine that the other will be thrilled to talk about matters of the past─let alone family. It’s a delicate subject for most of them.

However, Mary does also feel that she is the best person to have this particular talk with.

❝Sora?❞ The witch walks up from behind the taller girl, gently patting her on the small of her back. 

❝Will you come with me to town? I’d love to talk with you on the way there. You in the mood for it?❞ She asks, smiling up at her.

♡ @hearternal​