macabremortem:

               Fair enough jab. Maggie certainly wasn’t – who
               was she kidding? She wasn’t a freak. She never
               would be. A liar and a con-artist pretending she
               finally had a family, but nothing more than that.
               Perhaps that was the reason she was so warm to
               the other girl now, because she knew that her
               kindness would be the only way she’d ever earn
               a place. Their forgiveness. Still, giving the other
               a smile, Maggie made her way closer. “No. No I
               am a fortune teller. I hear voices. Look into balls
               and read palms. I just – I know it’s scary here. At
               first – ”

_{❝ yeah. no shit, lady. ❞ eyes moved in time with the stranger, glance growing weary, her lashes coated with tears that found their way to her cheeks right after the first blink. she knew her kind: blonde hair and perfectly applied makeup, their angel features struck by wonder only to grow hostile at the realization of what laid hidden inside the mermaid’s hand-crafted tail. the illusion of beauty, killed by a pair of monstrous legs that were less than human. and maggie, the clueless lass … it would only be a matter of time before her genuine smile twisted into a horrified scowl, the thought of being so cruelly judged causing sally to put up her walls and look away, straight at the big top tent that was now her home. ❝ ain’t you got work to do? scram, stop breathing my air. follow the goddamn voices and leave me the hell alone. ❞}

macabremortem:

              “Now! Sally – you needn’t be so rude with me. I’d
               never be so crass as you.” Spitting in a drink was
               as ‘Sally’ of a maneuver as one could partake in. 
               No, he was more subtle than that. He would only
               put poison in the glass – spitting in a drink. Was
               he a child? Rolling his eyes, he downed his own
               own shot of the liquor before staring back at her.

               “Despite the nature of our – … dynamic, I have
                every intention of being a gentleman. So long
                as you attempt to be a lady.” 

_{as badly as she hated herself for admitting as much, the hotel’s master clearly had a point. though too much alike, there was little the two of them shared when it came to showing some class – who was he trying to impress, anyway? as she closed the gap still left between them, sally bared her teeth at him and wasted no time in claiming the drink he had so skillfully poured for her dubious enjoyment, eyes glaring and peeking out from above the edge of her glass she held close to her mouth. ❝ a gentleman. that’s fucking rich coming from you, hope you know that. ❞ and so, the smirking addict tossed her head back and drank until there was nothing left. not even, or so it seemed, her dignity march had taken away from her too long ago. ❝ are we happy now? ❞}

macabremortem:

                “I – um, I thought I’d introduce myself. I’m Maggie.
                 Can be tough when you’re first coming in here – “
                 Maggie would know. She still hadn’t made a single
                 friend. 

                 ^{( @brokenragdoll | closed starter )} 

_{too busy she had been, wallowing in her own misery to take notice of the friendly eyes watching her from across the lawn, behind the carrousel that nearly caused her to gag when she was first brought to live amongst freaks. tents and county fair rides … it was the absurdity of her new home what called bile to gather inside the mermaid’s mouth. using the back of her ragged sleeve as a cloth for her own tears, sally was quick to wipe her cheeks so not to let her see she’d been crying her eyes out, then put on a quivering smile that couldn’t possibly fool no one. not even a goddamn freak. ❝ you have a third arm hidden somewhere beneath that fancy dress of yours, maggie? ❞}

macabremortem:

                “Come now, Sally – … relax! I’m beginning
                 to think you don’t trust me.”

                 ^{( @brokenragdoll | closed starter )}

_{❝ hell no, asshole. ❞ weeping eyes drank in the sight of absinthe in a transparent glass, tongue slipping through the junkie’s sealed lips to coat the edges of her mouth. rough and painfully dry, aching to wrap themselves around her treat and swallow its contents with the skill of a goddamn sailor at sea. sally would have killed for a taste of his private stash and yet, though desperate and starved for attention, the rag doll was no one’s punching bag. ❝ let a girl guess. you fucking spat on the thing, didn’t you? ❞}

macabremortem:

              “ – would it shock you if I said I’m really, struggling
              to believe you’re real?”

              ^{( @brokenragdoll | closed starter )}

_{❝ are you really gonna pull that shit on me? ❞ cute … and fucking great, audrey’s confession as she opened up to her hurt like a full-blown punch to the face. of all the horrible things she had been told, all the times her soul felt close to shattering, this one took the goddamn cake and caused sally to grin the biggest. the absolute brightest, a maniac spreading of bitten lips sally had no shame in letting grow, smeared with a mixture of pink and red lipsticks for the two women had nearly eaten each other up. not five minutes ago, glued to one another by their mouths, a tangled mess of groping hands and heaving chests. queen bitch had done it again.} 

 _{❝ you know what, baby? fucking bite me. ❞}