*slides Over A Bucket Of Drone-friendly Candy*

*slides over a bucket of Drone-friendly candy*

*her lip quivers sadly* th-thanks anon *starts eating it like she hasn't eaten in days*

You're more than just a spoiled brat. You're a traumatized child... you went through things nobody ever should, even before your first death...

No wonder she couldn't love me... *weeps even more* who could love a damaged little dumpster diver who lived most of her life like Rapunzel, locked away in her room, singing to the birds like a complete loon.

Maybe mother was right... maybe I should've married Frumplebucket's son... THE REAL TREVOR GAYLORD ya know before Cyn snapped his neck at the gala

Was it nice though when J was your childhood friend and she was your favourite? What was a happy memory you two shared?

Well, I used to be abhorrent at sewing... but... she kept encouraging me... It reminded me to always be determined... But... another favourite memory was when there was this one time I went to the cemetery alone the first time... I was so scared. I was in the mausoleum, crying, it was so cold... And then she came in, like a knight in a faerietale. She carried me all the way back home, but she took me through the maid corridors and snuck me back into my bed so when Mother and Father came, I wouldn't be scolded She stayed by my side all that night because I was too scared to sleep. .... I miss her so much...

"Ooh, that sounds fun," she said out loud, she paused to think before she stated, "I can stay out a little longer." I don't have to rush home.

“It’s not like I was a saint when I was your age either… and they wanted me to basically run an empire… ended up spending more than a human lifetime sharing space with a dragon like a princess in a tower instead. I scared them… I was different, I asked too many questions, poked into one too many dark corners.” Vanessa would try to explain about her own past, feeling unsure of the exact words to put together… and clearly nervous.

“I… really don’t know how to explain things in a way that articulates how much I went through… I have so much to make up for… all those times I should have been there… Just… try to understand that I know more about what you are going through than it might seem… even if it might not make sense.”

“And… considering what my relatives were like when they were alive, well…. Let’s just say… helping you scavenge was on the milder side of the things they did…”

You were young. You didn't know better.

-trying not to shout- this happened last night, anon... J tried to kill me during an argument...

great... crikey... I feel like I'm gonna have to get used to sticking myself every couple of days to keep healthy..

@nate-doorman-elliot

He offers a patch cross

.... *looks upon it*.... I never liked needles... She used to sit with me, she'd let me hold her hand tight as the doctor would give me an injection.... *picks it up and crams it in her shoulder, wincing in pain, oil trickles from the entry wound*

th-thanks Nate.

[TESSOLVER SLEEPMODE ACTIVATED]

*exhales as she hears that*... I have some time before it comes back