Glittering fragments in chaotic, unstable orbit. A sharp friend with a fungal halo. πŸ”ž

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wintergreen
@wintergreen

one is the usual story: a mind unfocused until you cracked it open and rebuilt it around sacred routines and a steady tick, tick, tick, a frail body sacrificed in the kiln of creation to be baked free of weakness and glazed with elegant armor against the world. she is your work through and through, and the better for it.

the other one is a rival witch wearing a memory-altering cuckoo's egg amulet and a porcelain glamour. she thinks that you don't know, that the amulet has successfully implanted the belief that you made her, just like your other one. you allow it: if this "infiltration" seemed like a good idea to her, the poor thing clearly needs a vacation from the striving of witchcraft. she'll probably be the better for it.

if not… you'll simply keep her making your breakfast pancakes forever. self-made dolls are fine too. β–‘


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