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Who Doesn't Like a Good Soiree?
CW: Self-harm, emotional trauma
Back in the quiet dark of her room, Peg sat on the edge of her bed. She didn't bother with the light, she could see well enough in the dark and this way Veronika and Miranda wouldn't worry. She looked across to the shelf where Dolly sat. Still eyes, pleasant smile, perfect dress. She looked down at herself, her bloody torn gown discarded, her hand now neatly bandaged, a loose sleep gown covering her green skin. She started to take down her hair from its once neat braided bun, her fingers running along the thorns of the roses that grew in a crown around her head. She pushed the palm of her hand down onto one of them, causing it to bleed again through the bandage.
"Did I do alright?" She asked across to the doll, unmoving, unanswering, still eyes, pleasant smile, perfect dress. "I didn't hurt anyone. See?" She held up her hand, the dagger wound opened again by the thorn she had pressed into it, red seeping through the white bandage. "I was good. I tried to help." She murmured, her voice small, as she set her hand back down.
"No, no I wasn't! I would have gotten up." Her voice climbed a bit and she grips the edge of the bed. "I would have." She protest softly, almost a whimper. She feels the familiar pain shooting through her head. Was it worse tonight? She tries to block it out. She doesn't have to listen. But she can't escape it. She never could.
You are meant for pain. Your only good is to hurt.
"That's not true!" She cried out before stifling the sound to not disturb the others. She hoped they slept well. That Mira had no nightmares. That Vera would let herself sleep.
Look at you. Perhaps you should have let yourself age and die at a desk. A waste.
She looked down, shuddering a bit, and pulled her sleeping gown closer around her. Perhaps...no. She looked back across to Dolly with her still eyes, pleasant smile, perfect dress. "I'll do better. I'll try harder. I can do it. I can." She sat a long moment looking at the doll before she stood, retrieved a simple walking dress from her closet and put it on. She brushed her tangled red hair and set it into a single braid that came down over her shoulder. Tonight would be just another night, a memory to look back on, even to enjoy. After all, who doesn't like a good soiree?
Continue reading...
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Who Doesn't Like a Good Soiree?
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Peg's Playlist
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Memories in Rain
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Consequences
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Mother Knows Best
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Always Too Much
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The Early Days
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The Akmon Appreciation Society
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Who Are You Fooling?
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Pretending
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Grim Things
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Childish Make-Believe
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Failure
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Afraid to Die
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Loved Until
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To Trust Yourself
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A Normal Life
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Roses and Thorns
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Through a Glass Darkly, Part One
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A Little Better?
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The Younger Orlov Daughter
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Choices and Actions
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Through a Glass Darkly, Part Two
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Roses and Thorns Revisited
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Adventures in Avalon
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Home
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Eyes
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Of Bravery and Cowardice
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Heroes and Villians
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Scars and Gaping Wounds
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