"Bunnies are nice. If you really wanted different company you should have tried one of those. What, am I not good enough for you anymore?"
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𝑀𝜄𝛼𝜋𝜕𝜄𝛼
➶ ➴↶*ೃ✧˚. ❃ ↷ ˊ-
THE TEARS OF MORTALS had always been sacred objects coveted by the gods. The glorious liquid told them stories of the past, revealing what ailed the present and spoke unforetold tales of the future.
But even with the story's that came from such devastating emotions, the gods themselves could not stop the terrible silence that came next.
It was unshakable, unmovable, and ever sullen.
A sound that could bring even the greatest of them all to their knees.
Lillian woke the young thief that morning with a smirk, only for her smile to fall when seeing the blank expression Mia had given in return.
The young thief had blinked up into the pine-green eyes of the maid, silently assessing the woman. The silver roots of her hair sparkled in the sunlight, something that almost seemed magical.
Or perhaps she was still dreaming of the stars, the ones that spoke of dreams and hope. The one that had been taken from her when she was young, stolen and twisted into dreams of shadows and death.
The woman pulled her from the bed and set her in the tub, calling in servants to help her bath, for she couldn't bring herself to move.
Lillian said something softly to her, but she couldn't hear it.
Morning birds sang, their wings flapping loudly, and Mia could almost feel her ears bleeding. She was hearing too much.
Too much, too much, too much.
A terrible headache had formed, no doubt from the heavy tears she had spilled the night before, but she was silent through her pain —the way she had been taught all those years ago.
