𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫: 𝑐𝑙𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑦, 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑦, 𝑠𝑢𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑦
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❘ ❙ ❚ ❚ . .in which two people, who
are both one of a kind, use each
others' insanity to their advantage
or
kai and pearl's manipulati...
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❝ 𝐢 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭. ❞
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𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬 𝑴𝑬 𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑹 𝒆𝒍𝒗𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒚
❛ for, my darling, i love you and i always will ❜
𝟸𝟶𝟷𝟾
𝐿𝐸𝑇𝑇𝐼𝑁𝐺 𝐺𝑂 𝑂𝐹 𝑊𝐻𝐴𝑇 is holding you back is the most freeing thing a person could do. Normally, that thing is a person. Pearl had spent the last year building her movement, bettering her leadership, and solidifying everything around her to make sure that there was no way that they could collapse. The Allmother had only flourished.
Not only did Pearl let Kai rot in prison by not visiting him once, not calling him, and letting him long after her, but she too had bettered herself. Kai thought that Pearl was in prison as well, not out and walking around. He was sheltered in that cell.
Pearl had stopped straightening her hair constantly and let her natural curls flow. She never thought that would be freeing, but Pearl grew to love her hair. She too had to take a few months off from being a fearless leader for reasons related to Kai, but she only shared with her most loyal of followers.
Pearl had focused a lot on her charity, which was too growing. Pearl had her followers working at the orphanage and were genuinely caring and helping the kids find good homes. Pearl had only improved once she dropped the dead weight that was Kai, but she had gotten bored quite easily. She had heard from Ally's girlfriend, yet another one of the many Americans who had accepted the Allmother into her soul, that Ally's business was doing incredibly and Ally was known as a cult survivor. She was famous.
Pearl was already seated at one of the booths in the Butchery, waiting for Ally to realize she was there. Pearl, as usual, was the most mysteriously breathtaking person in the room, as she always tries to be. Pearl's black heels paired perfectly with her maroon dress pants and black corset top, the lace creeping across her chest as her curly hair was kept up in a bun, many loose strands of hair and her bangs falling by her face, yet still framing her features perfectly. It was no shock that she caught Ally's eyes, but that may have been more of their past that Pearl's beauty.
Pearl held up her hands in surrender as Ally stared her down. "I come unarmed and nonviolent."
Ally was very clearly worried for her safety, having not seen this woman in a year, having not revisited her nightmare in a year. Pearl motioned for her to sit across the booth. "Sit, please. I just want to talk to you."
