[ This one will be found in one of Peter's school notebooks, left right on her porch... It's too special to leave exposed to the elements, so he'll present it to her that way.... ]
[ She finds the first drawing early in the morning, as she takes Helga out for a walk before school — both confused and intrigued at being left a note on her doorstep. At first she wonders if she's been left something by Sodder, or the forces within Deerington but her intrigue turns to a cold feeling in the pit of her stomach when she realise what the note is.
It's not difficult to tell that the drawing seems to be of her: she recognises the crown upon her head. She swallows thickly, blinking back tears — being reminded of what she's done, the horrible things she did.
Who did this?
It's answered with the second drawing, although she's not sure she feels much better about it all. And then the third one, she realises a little more of the details. She'd woken up in Peter's bed, feeling awful and a little sobered up — quick to flit back to the townspeople again. Hazy memories she has been keen to pull at much these days: Paimon. He's the ones drawing these.
She is... sure they're not malicious, though. Much like a child draws their family or friends, that's what it reminds her of. But she's uncomfortable, to be reminded of March and what she'd done, the people she'd hurt. These drawings might have been done out of affection, she understands that — but she's horrified.
They're placed in a box and shoved towards the back of her closet, hidden away with the dried remnants of her Mayflower Queen crown. She'd already destroyed the clothes, or perhaps Ben had dealt with them. She doesn't remember much from those first day or two of April when she'd returned home, still under the influence of drugs. Ben had been there to help her, she knows that much. But all she has left now is the crown. And now.... these.
She'll keep the feathers, though. And quietly return the notebook to Peter, claiming it had been forgotten, or she'd collected it by accident in a recent study session. She can't tell him about this, not when he's just back to school again — but perhaps in time. ]
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May 13th
this was completely unnecessary but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
It's not difficult to tell that the drawing seems to be of her: she recognises the crown upon her head. She swallows thickly, blinking back tears — being reminded of what she's done, the horrible things she did.
Who did this?
It's answered with the second drawing, although she's not sure she feels much better about it all. And then the third one, she realises a little more of the details. She'd woken up in Peter's bed, feeling awful and a little sobered up — quick to flit back to the townspeople again. Hazy memories she has been keen to pull at much these days: Paimon. He's the ones drawing these.
She is... sure they're not malicious, though. Much like a child draws their family or friends, that's what it reminds her of. But she's uncomfortable, to be reminded of March and what she'd done, the people she'd hurt. These drawings might have been done out of affection, she understands that — but she's horrified.
They're placed in a box and shoved towards the back of her closet, hidden away with the dried remnants of her Mayflower Queen crown. She'd already destroyed the clothes, or perhaps Ben had dealt with them. She doesn't remember much from those first day or two of April when she'd returned home, still under the influence of drugs. Ben had been there to help her, she knows that much. But all she has left now is the crown. And now.... these.
She'll keep the feathers, though. And quietly return the notebook to Peter, claiming it had been forgotten, or she'd collected it by accident in a recent study session. She can't tell him about this, not when he's just back to school again — but perhaps in time. ]