ᅠᅠₜₕₑᅠ ᵖ͟ᵃ͟ⁱ͟ⁿ͟ᵗʳᵉˢˢ

ㅤ the way her jaw aches with hope . it inspires her , to stare at what is and what could be and still believe in something . [ * 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 , 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 ﹖ ]

⠀ ⠀⠀❛ No. She's very clever, dear; ⠀⠀⠀she knows the difference ⠀⠀⠀between food and a caress. ❜ ⠀Subconsciously, she laid a gentle hand over Rue's lower back in reassurance as she reached her own hand out to stroke along Cleopatra's head. ⠀⠀❛ Just like this. ❜ ⠀

⠀ ⠀She should go ahead— ⠀( Cleopatra recognises family; she would never bite one of her own. ) ⠀

i had been lost to you, sunlight.

sunshine, starlight, you shine so bright.

⠀ ⠀She 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑠 head pats. ⠀

⠀ ⠀Would the ( 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ) like to feed Cleopatra a bite of hamburger? ⠀

ㅤ 🪻─ her heart is a field of lilies blooming under a pane of glass , pitter-pattering to life like a rush of raindrops (💧)ㅤㅤ

her heart aching as she began to brew the tea. ⠀What an awful situation they had both been put into. Everything in her body screamed to scoop the adolescent up into her arms, stroke her hair ans soothe her, but— ⠀She wasn't a child, and Morticia wasn't really her mother. ⠀

⠀ ⠀Morticia was already ushering the young Weems inside, motherly love barely contained in the face of the sick child. ⠀⠀❛ You don't sound well at all, ⠀⠀⠀dear. Come in, sit by the fire, ⠀⠀⠀and I'll make you some tea. ⠀⠀⠀Are you hungry? ❜ ⠀

⠀ ⠀Don't be ridiculous— she should come in, sit by the warm fire, and allow Morticia to— m̶o̶t̶h̶e̶r̶ h̶e̶r̶ l̶o̶v̶e̶ o̶n̶ h̶e̶r̶ l̶o̶o̶k̶ a̶f̶t̶e̶r̶ h̶e̶r̶ ⠀—wrap her in a blanket and bring her some tea. ⠀

⠀ ⠀Oh dear. She could brew her some herbal tea? It may help alleviate some of the symptoms. ⠀