Stone Circle time doesn’t care about anyone or anything, oh

there’s something snakelike and wrong with her, but she can’t identify it. the chameleon’s ability to compartmentalize and change so suddenly. petal takes it as a gift, and that she’s thankful for. 

the deluge that wet the earth did not deter dahlia; it was better this way. she tried to assure dahlia that she was okay, but sweet petal would know that it’s okay to cry. 

rain brings flowers, she says softly, lowering herself to the fallen leaves to sit beside her sister. sometimes, you just have to let it out. dahlia knew that all too well.