𝐗𝐕𝐈𝐈 — 𝕿𝙷𝙴 𝓜𝒪𝒪𝒩 .
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⠀⠀ ☆ ( 🌪️⠀ ) ... 𝓙ᴜꜱᴛ ʜᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴇ, 𝓣ʜᴇ 𝓦ɪᴄᴋᴇᴅ 𝓦ɪᴛᴄʜ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ 𝓔ᴀꜱᴛ .ᐟ ─ ⋆˚࿔ ༄ an independent portrayal of 𝙉𝙀𝙎𝙎𝘼𝙍𝙊𝙎𝙀 𝙏𝙃𝙍𝙊𝙋𝙋, the eminence of munchkinland. mdni. mature themes
⠀ ❛ i don’t see a chair when i look at you . i see someone who needs help ❜ . she says , sternly . ❛ to love herself . to let go ❜ . ⠀
“and be alone again? you don’t think people see me and see this chair instead?” tears trickled down her face as she stared at the fire.
⠀ of course he does , yero . come here . ⠀
⠀ ❛ i’m sorry . but time has passed . things have changed and you must let go of the past , nessa ❜ . ⠀
that cut her like a knife across the heart. wife. wife? hearing that. it almost killed her. “wife.” she choked out through tears. turning her back to her, she wheeled over by the fireplace and got quiet. what could she say? she lost everything now.
⠀ ❛ i don’t want challenges . i’ve had enough of them in my life . i want love . i want a tranquil life and to feel safe and wanted . he has given me that ❜ . ⠀
“your man is like all men. he has wants and desires i’m sure you can’t give. after all, what man wants to stay as tin?” that’s when she cackled. “you are so naive. you have power and need a real man who can challenge you. he can’t do that…” she shook her head.
⠀ ❛ don’t you 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘦 compare me to nessarose , this is completely different ❜ , she says , the idea making her stomach churn . ⠀
that’s when she scoffed, rolling her eyes at her daughter’s toughness or whatever this was. “you’re not fooling me.” she smirked, leaning her head in closer. “he’ll leave you like he did your sister’s other sister… for glinda. he will always want her…”
⠀ ❛ you will have to get through me first ❜ . zephyra cuts her sharply , having clearly had enough of nessa’s delusional behavior . ❛ 𝘪 am his 𝘸𝘪𝘧𝘦 . and you will have to accept that this fact will not change ❜ . ⠀
nessa swallowed hard as she listened to her, her knuckles could’ve turned white if she tried with her grip on the chair arms. “no. he will learn to love me. i’ll find me and bring him back and everything will go back to the way it was before. it has to…” —
⠀ zephyra was holding back a laugh , her own distaste starting to slip through the cracks of her composure . ❛ no . 𝘺𝘰𝘶 need him . your obsessive love destroyed him ❜ . her tone is sharper now . ❛ he found someone . he is happy ❜ . ⠀
nessa’s grip on the arms of her chair tightened as she listened to her, feeling that anger boiling up. “because i love him no matter what. and he needs that now more than ever.” she stated, not wanting her confidence to be shook because of her.
⠀ ❛ that changes nothing ❜ , she says simply . ❛ not to you , i don’t . let us not argue about what is settled , hm .ᐣ the weather is so nice today . it would be a shame ❜ . ⠀
nessa glared, approaching her slowly but still hovering above her. “so, you do know where he’s at…”
⠀ ❛ i’m sorry . 𝘸𝘦 .ᐣ 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 .ᐣ you’ve barely returned yourself . you cannot read it . and you have the audacity to say you want something that is not yours 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 .ᐣ glinda is a formidable witch . unlike you or father ❜ . ⠀
“i must know. because if glinda has magic now then who knows what else she is capable of.” she said, shrugging her shoulders. “we must get it back.” she added, folding her arms.
⠀ she’s tense , guarded , her expression serious . she feels like a vulture’s prey , a feeling so horrible and yet familiar . ❛ i fail to see how that information concerns you ❜ . ⠀
tapping her chin, she smirked to herself as she tilted her head to observe her daughter. “my, my… you’ve come into your own.” she slowly began to circle around her daughter. “did glinda do some spell in the grimmerie to give you a child?”
⠀ she does not break eye contact . ❛ what makes you think i would be willing to give you that information , if i knew .ᐣ ❜ ⠀
“really.” her tone wasn’t questioning. she didn’t believe it. how hard was it to find a man made out of tin? honestly. “that’s interesting.” she said, her shoes turning red which gave her the chance to float. those shoes had a mind of their own.
⠀ ❛ do not ❜ , she warns , her voice lowering , ❛ don’t you dare talk about him or my son . don’t you lay a hand on them , 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 . whatever you need to sort out with me is between you and i ❜ . ⠀
her face fell for a few moments before she rolled her shoulders and stepped closer to her daughter. “how is your… tin man doing?” there was a sense of foreboding in her tone.
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