OPEN | prompt three | PAIN

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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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[austerity]

Dead is dead. [And won is won.] That's why you don't just lay down and take it. However it comes.

[caustics]

[ She's not laying down to die. But she's not exactly making plans for the future. No, Amelia's just ruining everything that she touches. Salting the earth.

(If I can't have it, neither can you.) ]

Are you unhappy with me, Felix? Is it time for another one of our pep talks?

[ In truth, he's the only one she'll listen to anymore. Not her cabal sisters, not her queen. It's reckless, really, but Amelia's of the opinion she has spare wick to burn. ]

[austerity]

I'm always unhappy with you, because you're always fucking wallowing.

[Wallowing in it so she could soak up every last drop of bitterness, dish it out to anyone she could, but never do anything to help herself. But then, she'd made him, too.]