writers_muses Prompt 80

[a_pretty_fire]

I asked them to stop, once. I was just a little girl. I had a heart beating in my chest and mud on my petticoats and I thought I could shape the world if I just wished hard enough. If wishes were fishes we’d live in the sea. I’d like to swim in a sea like that. I didn’t know that the pixies wouldn’t listen. The pictures aren’t just in my head, they

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[rebcake]

Oh dear. Princess sees a lot, but I don't think she sees herself very clearly. She was a Saint, though nobody knew it. Not Mama, not the Priest, not even Drusilla herself. She may be wicked now, but that isn't her whole self. I wonder if she might still be a Saint. I can't imagine God would let one get away, though he does make them suffer. Unless God has been so swallowed up by the cars and music and lights and glitter, that he has misplaced his precious Daughter. I can see that happening. But maybe her time to bloom has not yet come...

[a_pretty_fire]

A saint? Oh, I think you've been looking in the wrong crystal balls. I've always been wicked. The priest told. He took my confession and turned it into an answer. I don't look at myself anymore. The mirrors lie.

ooc

[loveme_fearme]

I'm loving how you balance Dru's flowery yet morbid speech patterns. It gives it this fluidity and makes her so fun to read.

OOC

[a_pretty_fire]

Thank you!