OPEN | prompt three | PAIN

[wrens]

prompt three | P A I N dressing-room style. start your own thread. tag others. wash, rinse, repeat. open to all.

 

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imogen | nine witches, one body

[inherent]

Sounds like someone missed their afternoon nap and could use a pick-me-up.

[attent]

Is that an offer? 'Cause if that's all it takes, I may have to take up a chronic case of the 'noon blues.

[inherent]

A hypothetical offer, offered to the hypothetical person who's being hypothetically depressing in our general direction.

[attent]

[ Mack laughs (barks), leaning forward to rest his chin in his hands. ]

Absolutely no fun, you are.

#that moment when you realize the character's name is actually INGRID not IMOGEN wtf self

[inherent]

[ Ingrid snorts. ]

I can smell it when you lie, y'know.

[ She's so full of shit. ]

sob kdfhg it happens!!!

[attent]

Yeah? By this point I'd think it'd be that you can smell it when I'm telling the truth. No morals at all, this one.

[inherent]

[ She lifts her head in an attempt to look prim. (It doesn't suit her.) ]

Hey, only the best for this caravan of two, okay? One of us has to be the questionable one and one of us has to be the common-sense, always-right one.

[attent]

Good cop-bad cop. Got it, chief.

— No chance we'd be able to switch off, once in a while?