" it's a good look on you. you should get covered in blood more often. "
the blood clung to her skin like a second layer, darkening the air around her with its heavy scent. emilia didn’t acknowledge it immediately, but there was a subtle shift in her posture as the words hit her ears.
❝ is that so? ❞
she replied, her voice as even as if she were discussing the weather — too calm for the weight of the moment. her eyes met accalia’s, sʜᴀʀᴘ and ᴄᴀʟᴄᴜʟᴀᴛɪɴɢ, as if measuring the space between them, considering her every word. ❝ you think this is a look? ❞ she added, her hand slowly rubbing the back of her neck. not to clean the blood, but to ground herself in the calm that, for a moment, seemed so out of place. ❝ i’ve worn worse. ᵇˡᵒᵒᵈ'ˢ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵇˡᵒᵒᵈ. ❞ she took a step forward, not toward accalia, but into the silence that lingered. the weight of her presence settled, heavy and deliberate, like the calm before a storm. ❝ but it’s not a look. ❞ her eyes lingered on accalia’s, colder now. ❝ people forget how easily it can stain you — how it’s never really gone. ❞ her hands, still dark with it, reached for the edge of a nearby table, fingers brushing over the surface, more out of habit than need. she didn’t look back at accalia, but her next words came quietly, almost as an afterthought ❝ and people always think they can handle it. until it’s theirs to wear. ❞ there was a finality in her tone, but no aggression. just an inevitability. a warning, soft but clear.
❛ Looks like we're stuck together. ❜
with a subtle ᵇᵃʳᵉˡʸ ⁿᵒᵗᶦᶜᵉᵃᵇˡᵉ tilt of her head, the witch’s gaze grew sharp and focused as she studied the smug looking woman before her.
❝ stuck, huh? ❞
her voice was calm, but there was an edge of intrigue buried beneath the coolness. emilia had seen enough of the world to recognize that nothing was ever truly random. not with people who carried themselves the way her self proclaimed ally did.
❝ you wanted this. ❞ Emilia’s eyes lingered on the stranger, assessing, as if trying to unravel a hidden layer beneath her exterior before she continued. ❝ did you not? ❞ her posture remained controlled, wary, but there was an undercurrent of something deeper — something like … ᴵᴺᵀᴱᴿᴱˢᵀ.
Catherine Zeta-Jones THE HAUNTING (1999)
— Nietzsche
That […] mixture of sensuality and cruelty which has always seemed to me to be the real “witches’ brew.”
— Friedrich Nietzsche, The Medusa Reader, transl by Walter Kaufmann, (2013)
CATS IN HORROR
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love note to my mutuals ﹕ I'm trying to get to know you all, so if you're interested in an ❪ ɪɴ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ❫ DM, please give this post a ♡ and I will be in touch !
𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 . . . ( ice breaker )
✧ › Send "Looks like we're stuck together." for a sudden situation forces our muses into close quarters. A great way to break the ice with mutuals you'd like to write with but are nervous to approach!