Empty. The tips of dactyls caressing disappointingly hollow fabrics. Upon capture , the woman straightened ; her hand swiftly retreating within the comforts of a crimson hood. Pulse fluttering restlessly. Attempted theft , that was what , from a woman that had known >>>

The woman’s presence is familiar : her mother’s green eyes , and a billowing crimson cloak. But she is anxious , shifting from heel to heel ——— Stifling the instinct to turn tail and dart through the underbrush , back to a cottage sanctuary. Out of the wooded terrain before >>>

Circular blots of lingering light burn behind her hastily shutting lids. Eager to chase the displeasure away , knuckles rub vigorously. Ruby blinks once , twice. Allows sensitive pupils to readjust to the room’s atmosphere afore sending a particularly foul glare toward the >>>

She melted within the familiar warmth of her grandmother’s embrace. Grimaced once , at the playfully reproachful swat making impact. Then , swiftly as it begun , there be a return to Widow’s arms. Lithe fingers sink into the other’s shirt fabric , chin settling upon her >>>

His expression , shrouded by a malevolence unlike any other immediately turned her stomach. She retreats a step , then another ; nearly stumbles o’er her own feet in the process. Digits reach for the solace of Anita’s pendant. Every edge is familiar , the metal warmed by fair>>>