Why would she use flint when flesh burns so well?

She's doing this to send a message. Unless Julie would like to be added to the pile?

Good boy. Smart boy. She shifts the fire poker, stabbing it into the flame. There's a crunch, followed by a panicked gurgling as blood pours onto flame and attempts to extinguish it.

There's a small joy in the little things. The crack of broken fingers. The whimper of fear when they realize the truth of their situation. The muted squelch as muscle and bone is crushed and broken underneath her heel. It's the little things.

She sets the poker aside, the end of it drenched crimson. The flames continues to burn, the tortured gurgles now silenced by the crackle and pop of fire. "Thank you" She picks up the cup, never turning her attention onto Julie. A sip is taken, the woman absorbed in her reading.

Matilda has such a large home. It's almost like a castle. Yet, nowhere in that space, in any hallway or room, is there a mirror. How strange.

i think my ways are wearing me down.

Oh no. That would be much better than what she is at this point.

Don't think about it too much.

Curious enough to die for it?

THEN DON'T THINK ABOUT IT.

[The Evans family dynamic just reminds me of that Jack Stauber song Choice.]

[Also, I will be lurking a bit on Anaresia Blavergrave. Go say hi!]

you and i both know this ends in blood.

i always had a repulsive need to be something more than human.

Nightmares (Ft Matilda Evans, She Of The Woods, and Dorian Evans) Read: tl.gd/n_1srvg87

False. Howard named Katherine, not Matilda. Matilda would have named her either Madeline or Caroline.

i get lost in pretending to be human

childhood is this: you suffer, you hate, you forget. you forget what it was but you never forget how it felt. you still hate and you still hunger for revenge. you didn’t think you would feel this way.

the trace of your steps leads right back to where i took my breath for the last time.