#🌲 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖆𝖇𝖞𝖘𝖘 𝖌𝖆𝖟𝖊𝖘 𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖔 𝖞𝖔𝖚 ━━ ‘ I'D KNOW MY SISTER LIKE MY OWN MIND ; DYNAMIC : IVY X BUNNY ’

[abyssurvived]

@nitebit sent ❝ you know me. i’ll be late to my own funeral. ❞ from here! ( accepting! )

          features twist, blend barely withholding the urge to swat at @nitebit’s shoulder—-- it’s a near thing, blend settling for turning her disgusted expression towards her instead. it’s not that blend is ignorant of their eventual deaths, but that’s not to say that she’s keen on thinking of them happening anytime soon ( although, with the shit they get up together, it’d be no surprise if their demise is just around the corner ), ❛ —-well first– y’ain’t dyin’ so let’s get that straight. second, there’s a lotta more t’worry ‘bout if y’late to yer own fuckin’ funeral. ❜

[abyssurvived]

@nitebit sent ❛ we're gonna die in these woods. ❜ from here ( accepting! )

          it wasn’t exactly ivy’s plan for a night out after long awaited reunion—- not that she’d complain about current company, but slogging through the woods in hopes of finding either some poorly confused ( and incredibly violent ) pensioner or whatever ghoul decided this weekend was the weekend to wake up and wreak havok wasn’t exactly high on blend’s list of bonding activities. mud near drowns them both, rain sodden earth sinking up to their ankles and dragging their already weary feet down with a heavy squish! inbetween swivelling her torch between every tree and any patch of mud in front or to the side of them, blend almost misses bunny’s words—- almost. 

          annoyance between them wasn’t a new thing ( could siblings even be siblings without strayed thin patience? ), but blend’s not proud of the sheer anger that bubbles in her at the shrugged words, her sudden freeze in movement accompanied by a welltimed branch snap and particularly loud squelch as she shifts ( as well as she can ) to spin the blinding torch towards her sister, ❛ —-now why, on god’s green earth would y’even say such a godamned thing? y’just tryin’ to get us killed? I told you—- until we see Mr Burns coming at us with a walkin’s stick or smell death come alive I don’t want to hear shit from you. got it? ❜

[abyssurvived]

            blend is unbearably reluctant to release bunny, as if removing physical contact will find ivy once again waking up from a nightmare crueller than reality, as if by releasing dear-friend from her arms will mean that bunny will suddenly run from her ( as if blend wasn’t the one to vanish ). cheeks are squeezed before trembling hands find bunny’s own, thumbs rubbing across enclosed hands ( doesn’t know who she’s trying to prove that this is real to, but supposes both could do with the reminder ). 

              sudden laugh escapes blend at bunny's words, arms once again wrapping her tight & safe blend’s arms, laugh suddenly turning wet as more bubbles of tear ebb from her—- blend buries her face into soul-mates hair, reluctantly releasing her once more as earthy-green orbs take in missed features—- ❛ —-of course buns, I’ll always find my way back to you. ❜

she doesn't know what to say, but her arms find themselves wrapping around Ivy just as tightly. everything around them fades into the background and nothing else matters except this moment. a moment that she's lived over and over again throughout the years, never giving up hope that she'd see her dear friend again.

"i knew it." she says, in between gasps. god, she can't catch her breath. her hand comes up to hold her chest, as if there's a chance her heart will beat itself out of her body. "i knew you'd find your way back."