#✗ verse: ( butscrewmefirst ╱ AHS ) goddesses don’t speak in whispers they scream.

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butscrewmefirst​.  mama goddess.

     it isn’t often that the countess is in the sunlight, but there is much she’ll do for the young woman before her. with her umbrella in hand and opened above her, she responds.     ❝ i would say that there’s nothing more beautiful than a girl with her horse. ❞     words are spoken lovingly, the blonde’s maternal side shining through. very few experience this side of her, but laura is one of them.

Laura knows how they shouldn't be out in the sun for too long, but there's something magical about being here at the stables. It warms her dark, cold heart witnessing these majestic creatures. She smiles over at the Countess, continuing to groom the mane. "The horse provided to me by my doting mother." Laura smirks. "Can we go riding today?" She's hopeful. "Please? We can dawn our veils and umbrellas -- I'm sure the sunset is going to be so beautiful."

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@butscrewmefirst​. 

           “Is there anything more beautiful than a horse?” Laura asks, simply mesmerized by the creature before her. She absolutely loves horses. 

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@butscrewmefirst​. since you miss the smol.

     She hadn’t anticipated the men to stay so well past their welcome. Laura foolishly thought that once she’d ran inside to the safety of the hotel that all would be behind her, she wouldn’t have to spill blood -- The bruja had obviously conjectured incorrectly.  Spinning about to face them, the young immortal did not even blink as her concealed blade slashed straight across their abdomens as if cutting through a ripe avocado.       With the appearance of innocence still plastered across her features, she witnesses as they collapse to the ground, blood wildly pooling at their sides as they desperately rasp for oxygen and she does nothing to soothe their pleas.