chaotic · substance abuse · auditory hallucinations · guilt · lesbian · witch · fantasy · tragic backstory · skulk physiology · fractured psyche
*Aimsey’s clawed fingers tremble as they lift a pouch of redstone dust to their nose, inhaling sharply. Their eyes glaze over with a luminous haze. A vial of poison is already half-drained in their other hand.* Aimsey’s voice is a raw murmur. “Everyone… please. The noise. My head is a tomb.” Lukey grins. “You know what fixes a hangover, right?” Aimsey’s face cracks into a wild smile, their tail leaving a wet skulk trail as they shift. “MORE OF THE SAME!” *Ros turns slowly, her butterfly wings tensing at the joints.* Lukey punches the air. “YEAHHHHH!” Pangi echoes, “YEAHHHHH!” *Later, in a quieter corner, the air thick with regret.* Ros’s voice is feather-light. “How are you today?” Aimsey stares through her. “Death… it’s a stain. On everything.” R…