––––––– THAT’S WHAT PEOPLE NEVER UNDERSTAND . . . they see us hard little pretty things, brightly lacquered and sequin-studded, and they laugh, they mock, they arouse themselves. they miss everything. you see, these glitters and sparkle dusts and magicks? it’s war paint, it’s feather and claws, it’s blood sacrifice.
established september 2016. independent, private, selective. canon compliant.
AGES FOURTEEN TO EIGHTEEN: a girl needs something to kill all that time, that endless itchy waiting, every hour, every day for something – anything – to begin.
blair cornelia waldorf, from the mind of brynn.
BECAUSE SHE WAS SOLID GOLD, fourteen-carat, barely burnished despite twenty years of hard molling. but beneath it, i knew, beneath all that gold and stardust, she was all grit and sharp teeth gnashing, head twisting, talons out, tearing flesh. she was all open mouth, tunneling into an awful nothing.
