062 x 260 // voice;

[dignity_misery]

[Her voice is deep, melodious. She doesn't sing, but she does chant the little spell with a lilting air.]

Ladybird Ladybird, fly away home. Your house is on fire, your children shall burn. Ladybird Ladybird, fly away home. Your house is on fire, your children shall burn. Ladybird Ladybird, fly away home. Your house is on fire, your children shall burn.

[And her tone changes with a snap, shouting:] Come look at me, you fucking bitch.

[Breath.]

I bet you're happy.

[Then quietly,] He was supposed to be the one to suffer.



[[ooc; Losing her shit after being cured of the plague, like I promised. Anyone who wants to just jump straight to action is welcome to. The folks she'd go to know who they are. For the rest, the doors are unlocked at the flat. Action threads come with a tw: self-harm.

This is also forward dated a few days, because I really don't tend to tag on weekends.]]

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[dignity_misery]

So I'm dead and broken and I'm hungry.

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[unflagging]

In my experience, those things so very often go together.

[private || unhackable]

[dignity_misery]

What is your experience.

[Her tone is flat, but it would be nice to stop talking about herself too.]

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[unflagging]

There was a dying man in a dying town. The town was dying on its own--but, then, everything was dying there, and the desert was creeping in--but he was hurrying himself along by eating devil grass. Stupid name, but it's what they called it. He ate it for the dreams and visions it gave him. It drove him mad and it killed him.

But a little spit and a little show and he was back on his feet. Long enough to play messenger, at least. Not much more than that, but long enough for that.

[private || unhackable]

[dignity_misery]

What was the message?

[private || unhackable]

[unflagging]

Sweetheart, that's only for the man it was sent to.