thya keeps her eyes on trish , quiet for a moment before something amused pulls at her expression . “ you keep asking me that like you already know the answer . ”
she steps a little closer , gaze never leaving her . “ maybe you just +
girl , i’ve been dead for like five minutes and you’re already worried about my hygiene . priorities . 😭
ᅟᅟᅟthya’s fingers drag idly along the edge of whatever sits nearest , nails scraping softly against the surface . “ this . ” her voice catches halfway through the word , something deeper pressing beneath it . “ whatever happens next . ”
thya looks up at her slowly , blood still drying across her clothes . she studies trish for a moment , then glances down at the mess on her hands . “ girl ? ” a small laugh slips out , low and strange . she drags her thumb across +
⠀⠀⠀ 𝜗𝜚 ࣪ 𓂃 @rotlaugh looked as trashed as her very self. 𝖙ris𝖍 wondered whether the 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉 on her clothes was hers or not—the one in hers certainly wasn't.
usually, she would just turn around after catching the girl’s ₊
scream.xn--6ii so just imagine when thya speaks she’ll always have that deadite voice mixing with her real voice. i just wanted to let that be known, so i don’t have to keep putting it in all of my replies over and over
thya watches him hit the wall , that little smile still sitting on her face . she takes her time stepping closer , eyes never leaving his .
“ sorry ? ” a quiet laugh slips out .
“ you left me . ” “ and now you’re sorry ? ”



















