#vlchtsa

[sagaess]

❛ Don’t cry. If you have become human enough to cry, then all the magic in the world cannot change you back. ❜ amalthea xoxo

     words seem not to fully reach, as if drifting and passing through a great barrier, caught and drowned upon crashing waves and foam, but with a start, like a deer caught before the hunter’s gun, does the lady acknowledge. a slender hand raises, a pale and smooth thing that catches the moon like the snow that spreads out before them, and fingertips dab at a frost-kissed cheek. had i been crying ? she did not remember crying, nor did not remember what it was that she ought to be crying about. but there they were, gathered upon her fingers and gliding toward her palm, and the lady starts again at the sight of them, nervous and distressed. ❛ i’m sorry, i——— i don’t know why. ❜ she knew so little these days, of what was real or a passing dream; the line between either in this land seemed so very fragile.     and perhaps that was the reason for the droplets that continue to fall over the porcelain of her cheek ( how pure and serene it had been, when this body was new; now it shows cracks, mortal worries and decay that eats away, though skin remains untouched ), dripping from a trembling chin as she looks to the she-wolf with wide eyes, a lamb seeking help from that which should devour her. ❛ i don’t —— what had we been talking about before ? had we been talking ? ❜ lilac hues are cast back out against the blinding white, as if the winter itself might have an answer, but the wind simply blows against the furs she has been draped in and bites at skin left bare. amalthea shivers, tightens her grip, and when she speaks again her voice is so quiet, so soft and steady despite the flow of tears down her face, it’s any wonder the tsaritsa can catch it.❛ or was that a dream as well . . . ? ❜

@vlchtsa          //          the last unicorn starters

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   “i’ve come for the girl in the window.”

   for a brief second they wonder how a scottish accent might sound in russian. could stick out a bit. still, they’re sure if they ask for some whiskey they’ll fit right in. “well, i haven’t really,” they go on, flashing the young girl a grin. “sort of. that just seems to be what everyone on this street says. it is you i’m looking for, but not to take you out for a hat. unless you want a hat. haven’t got any money though.” another grin as they straighten up and dust snow off their shoulders. “ah, can i come in? or are you gonna come out? there’s no point in us both standing here until we freeze to death.”