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/ idk what it is about southern gothic or going into the dynamics with people within a neighborhood / town but it’s so fun to me. i like word of mouth lore, where it’s like a big game of telephone where a story gets retold and retold and people end up creating their own myths and they create something so far from the truth but they still choose to believe it due to superstition or something else. also thinking about the differences between religion and the belief in the supernatural and how they intersect (and what people consider “devil like” or “dark” when it’s something they personally don’t understand) 

[CONTINUED] BUT THIS IS NO HUNTER AND SHE IS NO DEER. the hum of a song whose “familiarity” grew with the shrinking distance that lied between her and the unknown grows clearer. for a moment, her breath catches in her throat in anticipation of what is to come, but dissipates as the hand raises in a gesture of a greeting. the only sign of her response is her fingers lifting from the handle of her cane. the rest of her remains motionless and watchful. her mouth gently curves into a soft smile, dark eyes studying  the other with a youthful curiosity despite her age, bordering a profound knowingness. 
          
          ❝ WE’VE BEEN ALONE IN OUR OWN WAYS, ALL OF US… SEEMS THAT AT OUR LONELIEST HE GIVES US SOMEONE TO TALK TO. ❞ her voice is gentle and her words are strung together as carefully as she moves towards firm ground. the bottom of her cane sinks slightly into the dirt and her gait is impaired with a noticeable limp. she does not carry on with conversation despite staring at the other with the same smile. as she turns her head towards the swamp, where the water runs, she begins to hum the next segment of the song. ❝ i hope it ain’ in your nature to let a bird with a broken wing try to fly on its own… VANASHA. ❞ @horrorsmother 
          
          / i haven’t written in months like this but for some reason i got possessed. i want to def know more abt her but i think this is gonna be really good. for context: this to me is set a month or so after someone set out a trap to intentionally prevent rita from roaming outside her house, and it broke her leg. so that’s why it’s like fucked up bc it’s not uh.. fully healed but she hasn’t been outside since then / since now!! 

TIME SPENT IN INVOLUNTARY SOLITUDE COMES WITH LONGING FOR WHAT HAS BEEN LOST. SHE HAS LIVED INSIDE THE BODY OF THIS HOUSE AND THE WARMTH OF ITS EMBRACE IS THE ONLY WARMTH SHE’S KNOWN SINCE THEY TURNED THEIR BACKS ON HER. though its bones were slowly growing as brittle as her own, the protection of its walls have been no less than proof of an undying sort of love (ONE THAT IS CUT OUT OF THE FABRIC OF HEAVEN, ITS CURTAINS MADE WITH THE FEATHERS OF THE LORD’S GREATEST ANGELS). IT IS THE ONLY LOVE THAT COULD NEVER LEAVE HER. 
          
          SHE’S ROAMED PAST THE CONFINES OF ITS WALLS FOR THE FIRST TIME IN WHAT SEEMS LIKE AN ETERNITY (and there is more than a sliver of guilt that comes with it). in the looming shadow of the evening, she is shielded from the cruelties of those who live here. the tales their tongues have spun have deprived her of all sunlight, of all delicate things she once held in her hands. perhaps she is one of those things now, able to be crushed easily by the fists of the terrible or spared by mercy’s gentle touch. she stands as innocently as a deer weighing a hunter’s heart, judging their intentions with a wisdom gained through all the times she had been struck down by the bullet.

/ once again thinking about how rita lost her husband and child on the same day and went through a long period of depression before trying to socialize months maybe even a year later only to be accused of being the reason why they’re gone. with that being said of course she was upset by this but it wasn’t a rage or hatred kind of upset despite having every reason to be but it hurt her so badly that people she once knew, people that were supposed to be part of the community, would turn on her based on rumors alone. it’s more of a sadness and you hurt me type pain, but the thing abt rita is she doesn’t harbor hatred. she cant, she physically can’t, and although she’ll never forget what these people did to her she has this forgiveness that not many people have, and if any of these people were to approach her or visit her or say something she would treat them kindly. i just think it’s very gross how they turned her into this urban legend ooh scary witch lady living in a scary creepy house ooh without even knowing her it’s really dehumanizing and she’s already been through enough!!! give her a break (i totally didn’t have any part of writing this and i totally didn’t do this on purpose to make it painful and for reagan to parallel with her in a sense of being persecuted for no other reason than peoples misconceptions about them) 

/ the fact that she’s only 5’1 makes me giggle like why are you that short 

[ :: ] ily , and im back ( hesitantly ) 

/ hc that rita has a close connection with animals, she loves them like.. a lot. there’s a creek near her house kind of on the border of her property and as a young girl (yes, she lived in this same area then too!) she would always go there and look at the frogs, watch the birds, and play in the water. her mother would always have to call her to come inside for dinner or go out there herself and walk her back because she’d spend almost the entire day outside. as a child she didn’t really have a lot of friends because she was an odd girl, very free spirited with her own unique interests, but interests that many didn’t understand. i think what drew her into animals was their innocence, their beauty, but now in the present time i think she also views them as a reminder of her pleasant childhood and she holds onto that very dearly. although she hasn’t been outside in a while she’ll sometimes open the window a bit to hear the birds or to look at what’s out there. 
          +she’s the type to like insects as well, or not have a reaction to flinch or squirm at touching them, including spiders (couldn’t be me lmao) 

/ thinking about how her ability to see people can be either comforting or unsettling, but it all depends on the person who is interacting with her. i’m not good at giving examples but i’ll try (keep in mind that these are only two situations and it doesn’t always happen like this). if someone is harboring lots of negative energy or have bad intentions (current intentions to cause harm, deceive, or to hide) they are more likely to feel that their privacy is being put at risk by her, they’re more likely to feel that they are being watched by her in ways that makes them feel uncomfortable or “exposed” / put under a microscope. rita is more likely to be percieved as a threat to the guise they wish to uphold and doesn’t like the fact that she can see through it at will. this is a situation where they view her as unsettling. on the other hand, if someone has good intentions (to seek answers, help, or to be open to new things) they are more likely to feel understood by her and comforted by the fact that someone sees them. in both situations, rita sees them for who they truly are. the only difference is the reactions to that profound ability which is based on the energies they exude (again, these are only two examples and that don’t account for other complex relationships / interactions) 
          

* no way.

/ fuck @doIIparts for putting me in the worst pain imaginable and making me write things that break my will to live