Moonstone Quarry L.O.V.E./E.V.O.L.

not much for it now baby but the press of moving forward, pink eyes alert but for sleeping. oh, there's only so many ways to say i fucked up and let myself be pulled away from you, if i see you again will you still love me like i do, and she's run through them all in more ways than one. kinkajuú isn't the only one she's hurt in this, huh, she thinks of her funny monotone monochrome brother. never has she been one to worry what anyone thinks of her and her adventuring spirit but now, now she thinks maybe she's been too rash and this is punishment. 

but the starlet doesn't sulk and especially not when she has things to explore. of course she spies the treacherous walls and immediately thinks, i hafta climb down that, and of course she does so with a natural recklessness that'll lead to her early demise. in the current she's mostly okay - 'til she catches on a rough spot and slips at the very end, her heart in her throat. the ground underneath her is solid and reassuring and she doesn't feel any sharp sharp pains: upon closer inspection at the nearest clear pool she's bleeding a bit under her eye and her elbows protest her movements slightly. "sleep it off," witchbaby hums to herself, and slides into the water with eyes closed, a shock of red against the deep clarity of the pool around her.