I've been having outrageous Alma feels + PB finds (possibly).

[originmother]

Girl,

I will not have it, if they do not know me. My babies. They need me. Only me.

✗ Alma

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[allyoucaneat]

I would always know you, Mother. Though I'm wondering, would this face of yours be your own or a body you've possessed?

[originmother]

My own.
Pretty small face, long dark hair, pale skin. Pretty little ALICE FACE.

Did she taste.. happy?

[allyoucaneat]

She tasted afraid.

Will you be happy with that face, Mother?

[originmother]

[ This pleases Alma and a girlish giggle sounds all around them. The giggle then focuses in on her and she is smiling. ]

If you .. come to me.. with this face.

[allyoucaneat]

I would come to you with any face. You are and always will be my one, my Mother.

[originmother]

Yes. Mine.

They are always searching for you, but you are not theirs. You are mine, we are together now. It is their turn to feel the darkness, bury them, my son. Drown them in that sea of misery.

[allyoucaneat]

Let them search, let them come to me if they wish. We are unstoppable and they will all die for what they have done to our family, for what they have done to you. I will stop at nothing for this revenge, I swear it.

[originmother]

[ Alma moves her arms to welcome her favorite son to her. An embrace that she intends. ]

Come.

[allyoucaneat]

[An embrace that he gladly welcomes and comes to, arms around her, face to her neck.]

Mother.

[originmother]

[ She softly hums to him a song he knows all too well, that he's all too familiar with. Her hands are to the back of his head and she gently strokes down his hair.

"You set me free from the darkness that drowns me. I am no longer a prisoner. My baby, my child, my son. We have forever to play." ]

[allyoucaneat]

[Paxton hums along with her as she sings, eyes closing, rocking his body with hers and clenching at her body with his needy fingers. He's happy here, in her arms, no matter what she looks like. She makes him feel like a child again, before he turned full of rage and hungry for revenge.]

[originmother]

[ A child he will always be, hers and forever hers. Never spoiled, always perfect, never ruined, regardless what has been done to him. Paxton is perfect. Alma no longer needs to fill her empty arms with stuffed babies, with rags, with lifeless objects. She has Paxton. Alma moves her arms from around him and guides him to sit with her. Then he is requested to lay and curl himself up on her lap so that she may hold him, best she can, as he is grown. ]

[allyoucaneat]

[Paxton curls on his side facing her, his head on one of her thighs as he gazes up at her, his hand petting her thigh by his cheek. All he can do is smile, content. This was what Armacham and Harlan had robbed him off, this sweet contentment only his mother could give.]