My one and always. 😌 Do you see how lucky I am?
(My supposition regarding Lacey is that she bore only a minor role in a story of no note, and that she’s pushed herself into someone else’s story. Given what you and I have seen from her, it isn’t tricky to envision.
Gods, she’s nothing more than a bad and a persistent parody of all that’s rancid.)
Granny, Granny, what do I know of Granny? That she existed as a perpetual nettle embedded in the royal court, for reasons I never could fathom. (Why should her misanthropy be deemed ‘charming,’ while my own is villainy, hm?) I presume her crusts were no less sodden, her prepared meats no less overcooked. That she holds some [ … ] perhaps-familial tie to Ruby …why can I remember so little about her; if I recall the grandmother, surely I ought to have known the granddaughter?it strikes too close to something; burns toward a splitting headache.
[ … ]
Beyond that, my knowledge hazes. Frustrating, when I feel there’s more I must have known. Something must have been lost, but I—
Hm. Best to let my own recollections be. Better that I hear from my Puppy; tell me, who was she?
As regards our mayor slash provincial queen, Regina never has been burdened by an abundance of foresight. Nor does she lack for inflated confidence. I’ve yet to piece out why she believed I (I, her long-lived once-teacher, I, who composed the damned curse— alongside my Puppy, of course! it thrills me still to know we shared in its creation, that we worked magic side-by-side) should have allowed my own curse to affect me. Why I wouldn’t have left a little loophole, a bit of clarity for myself.
Well. I suppose I was a bit mad at the time. Perhaps she thought I’d grown haphazard, prone to making errors.
…Perhaps she wasn’t entirely wrong. But the curse was built before my mind turned to gnawing at itself.
…Puppy.
You remember her. But does the mayor know who you are? Did she recognize you, Puppy?
Does she know what you are to me.An unnecessary question now, perhaps. Given my sudden ‘amnesia’Even so, I wouldn’t put it past herShe already turned her rancor on us once
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My one and always. 😌 Do you see how lucky I am?
(My supposition regarding Lacey is that she bore only a minor role in a story of no note, and that she’s pushed herself into someone else’s story. Given what you and I have seen from her, it isn’t tricky to envision.
Gods, she’s nothing more than a bad and a persistent parody of all that’s rancid.)
Granny, Granny, what do I know of Granny? That she existed as a perpetual nettle embedded in the royal court, for reasons I never could fathom. (Why should her misanthropy be deemed ‘charming,’ while my own is villainy, hm?) I presume her crusts were no less sodden, her prepared meats no less overcooked. That she holds some [ … ] perhaps-familial tie to Ruby
…why can I remember so little about her; if I recall the grandmother, surely I ought to have known the granddaughter?it strikes too close to something; burns toward a splitting headache.[ … ]
Beyond that, my knowledge hazes. Frustrating, when I feel there’s more I must have known. Something must have been lost, but I—
Hm. Best to let my own recollections be. Better that I hear from my Puppy; tell me, who was she?
As regards our mayor slash provincial queen, Regina never has been burdened by an abundance of foresight. Nor does she lack for inflated confidence. I’ve yet to piece out why she believed I (I, her long-lived once-teacher, I, who composed the damned curse— alongside my Puppy, of course! it thrills me still to know we shared in its creation, that we worked magic side-by-side) should have allowed my own curse to affect me. Why I wouldn’t have left a little loophole, a bit of clarity for myself.
Well. I suppose I was a bit mad at the time. Perhaps she thought I’d grown haphazard, prone to making errors.
…Perhaps she wasn’t entirely wrong. But the curse was built before my mind turned to gnawing at itself.
…Puppy.
You remember her. But does the mayor know who you are? Did she recognize you, Puppy?
Does she know what you are to me.An unnecessary question now, perhaps. Given my sudden ‘amnesia’Even so, I wouldn’t put it past herShe already turned her rancor on us onceFucking Regina.