#saltshook
✫ ☽ ✫ / ░ ▒ ▓
rabid, rancid, rotting things. // body jumps without real
reason, no way to get through. no way at all. made so
absolutely sure of that. delved deep into research to
design it that way. -a spell of safety in most basic form.
“ the ground didn’t choose
to be built upon —–
don’t assume it takes sides. “
not to mention a ( DANDY ) name swirled & twirled in
scripture on the home’s deed/for several decades now.
swallow, o’confidence is being tugged further & further
upwards & outwards with every move the darker witch
makes. swallow. —— a thudding heart in chests’ cage.
“ i’m not the one on my ass. “
empty hands, bold choice. leaves options. so many so.
weapons & magic & mayhem, oh my. / / & fist clench.
“ —now, am i ?sarah. “
Do not assume grounds of deliberatelycraftedmagic takes sides? Sarah scoffs at the sheerFOOLISHNESS of the statement, making a show of rolling hereyes. “Iassumenothing,girl,” she retortsicily, smoothing out her skirts and pointedly rearranging her hair. (Just because an inevitable duel is about to take place doesn’t meanshe isn’t going to look her best while it happens, after all. )“Thishouse rightfully belongs to me and mine sisters and they will be mostupset when they discover what thou hast done to it.”
Granted, her sisters aren’t exactly… alive andpresent. But that’s precisely what Sarah is trying to fix – and,most importantly, this abhorrent pest doesn’t know that. And if Sarahhas her way, she isn’t going to find out, either. Observing thearrogant pride that dons the other’s (disgustingly beautiful)features, she finds herself longing to dig her nails into hereye-sockets and scoop out everything she finds inside. To make herscream and cry for mercy that would never come. To demonstrate what atruly pathetic and miserable wretch she is.
The latter insult prompts Sarah to jump to herfeet at a speed that most would consider comical, swaying in herboots as she tries to regain her balance. Growling through her teeth,she begins advancing towards the other witch again – somewhatclumsily at first, then with a sense of purpose. Malicious intentrolling off of her in waves, she points a warning finger.
“If thou values thy life and the lives ofthy friends,”she hisses, “then thou wouldst be wise to stoptesting me. And thou will surrender Winnie’s book.”Whatelse would Sarahhave come back here to retrieve? Granted, she’d initially come herein search of her lucky rat tail, but that’s besides the point.