Post by JETTA PELLEGRINO MORAY on Apr 17, 2015 3:53:13 GMT
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When you were little eels, your own mother abandoned you in the ocean. Two little things with no where to go in the world. Flotsam and Jetsam. You were always the second, the younger, but you took it upon yourself from the beginning to look after Flotsam. You were the more direct, the right-hand…or right-eye so to speak. [break][break]
You entwined with your brother, becoming two halves of the very same being. You finished each others sentences with ease and seemed to share thoughts. He was your everything…until you found your new mumsie.[break][break]
She came for you and raised you like her own. The only person who was always there for you — to protect, to educate, to love you: your mumsie dear, your Ursula.[break][break]
Your best friend has always been your mother. Ursula. She was the only mother that you and your brother ever knew. Ursula rescued you from a life of confusion.[break][break]
She taught you the tools and tricks of her trade. You and your brother, Flotsam, became her children. Her poopsies, her babies. To her, you were everything and to you, she was the world. Everything that she desired, you laid out before her in neat little lines. You entwined yourselves on her shoulders — both beauty and loyalty in the strangest of forms.[break][break]
You would live out all of your days there, upon her shoulders. Her confidants. [break][break]
Success. That is what drives the very fiber of your existence. You wanted to do it all — intelligent and cunning, you never had a problem fixing Ursula’s little problems. Her little henchmen…but you were so much more than that.[break][break]
It was you who first noticed the mermaid princess and her fascination with the world outside the water. It was you who told Ursula that dear Ariel of Atlantica wanted something more. And how pleased it made your mumsie.[break][break]
You planted the words in her head — words of grief and how mumsie could make it all disappear for Ariel. Words that she was so eager to believe. Ursula sent you after the little deal and you enticed the red-haired beauty back to Ursula’s lair…where she now belonged to your family. [break][break]
She signed away her life and it was up to you to make sure that mumsie’s deal went according to plan. You sabotaged and destroyed everything, making sure Ariel and that prince never got to kiss one another and ruin what Ursula had in store.[break][break]
And it worked. Three days passed and no kiss, which meant the world was Ursula’s. But not without a price. The price came and along with it, took your life. [break][break]
You woke up and things were different. You don’t know who you were before, nor do you care. For all you know, the false memories in your head are the truth. You’re a girl — Jetta Moray. You’ve got your sister *FLOTSAM and the woman you consider to be your mother, Salamanda Hawkings.[break][break]
Together, the three of you run an apothacary…More specifically, Salamanda does all the honest work and you and your sister run errands and get your hands dirty. Everyone else is a threat — an annoyance. Everyone else in the world should burn except for your family. If you had it your way, you would put strychnine in every potion Mother makes. But you don’t. You believe in duty and success, and more importantly: the satisfaction when mother looks at you with a smile on her lips.[break][break]
The love that you have for your sister in this world is far greater than you have ever known. You want to get lost within her for she feels like the very extension of yourself. Twins — but also something more. [break][break]
Mother. Mother and sister are everything to you. [break][break]
A boy’s best friend is his mother.[break][break]
When you were little eels, your own mother abandoned you in the ocean. Two little things with no where to go in the world. Flotsam and Jetsam. You were always the second, the younger, but you took it upon yourself from the beginning to look after Flotsam. You were the more direct, the right-hand…or right-eye so to speak. [break][break]
You entwined with your brother, becoming two halves of the very same being. You finished each others sentences with ease and seemed to share thoughts. He was your everything…until you found your new mumsie.[break][break]
She came for you and raised you like her own. The only person who was always there for you — to protect, to educate, to love you: your mumsie dear, your Ursula.[break][break]
Your best friend has always been your mother. Ursula. She was the only mother that you and your brother ever knew. Ursula rescued you from a life of confusion.[break][break]
It’s not like my mother is a maniac or a raving thing. She just goes a little mad sometimes. WE all go a little mad sometimes. Haven’t you?[break][break]
She taught you the tools and tricks of her trade. You and your brother, Flotsam, became her children. Her poopsies, her babies. To her, you were everything and to you, she was the world. Everything that she desired, you laid out before her in neat little lines. You entwined yourselves on her shoulders — both beauty and loyalty in the strangest of forms.[break][break]
You would live out all of your days there, upon her shoulders. Her confidants. [break][break]
You’ve never had an empty moment in your entire life, have you?[break][break]
Success. That is what drives the very fiber of your existence. You wanted to do it all — intelligent and cunning, you never had a problem fixing Ursula’s little problems. Her little henchmen…but you were so much more than that.[break][break]
It was you who first noticed the mermaid princess and her fascination with the world outside the water. It was you who told Ursula that dear Ariel of Atlantica wanted something more. And how pleased it made your mumsie.[break][break]
You planted the words in her head — words of grief and how mumsie could make it all disappear for Ariel. Words that she was so eager to believe. Ursula sent you after the little deal and you enticed the red-haired beauty back to Ursula’s lair…where she now belonged to your family. [break][break]
She signed away her life and it was up to you to make sure that mumsie’s deal went according to plan. You sabotaged and destroyed everything, making sure Ariel and that prince never got to kiss one another and ruin what Ursula had in store.[break][break]
And it worked. Three days passed and no kiss, which meant the world was Ursula’s. But not without a price. The price came and along with it, took your life. [break][break]
She isn’t quite herself today.[break][break]
You woke up and things were different. You don’t know who you were before, nor do you care. For all you know, the false memories in your head are the truth. You’re a girl — Jetta Moray. You’ve got your sister *FLOTSAM and the woman you consider to be your mother, Salamanda Hawkings.[break][break]
Together, the three of you run an apothacary…More specifically, Salamanda does all the honest work and you and your sister run errands and get your hands dirty. Everyone else is a threat — an annoyance. Everyone else in the world should burn except for your family. If you had it your way, you would put strychnine in every potion Mother makes. But you don’t. You believe in duty and success, and more importantly: the satisfaction when mother looks at you with a smile on her lips.[break][break]
The love that you have for your sister in this world is far greater than you have ever known. You want to get lost within her for she feels like the very extension of yourself. Twins — but also something more. [break][break]
Mother. Mother and sister are everything to you. [break][break]
She is all that is left now.[break][break]
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