𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐒 ╱ 𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐃 ╱ 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐃𝐈𝐄

»Sister-dear, but I raise a lion's den. If only you had discerned their loud displeasure — the twist of their eyebrows, lips nigh meeting earth. Amusing doesn't begin to delineate that entire audience."

⠀ ❛❛ 𝐂redit , after all , is due where it is due. Although , a mere myth to those who plunders. Mayhap , she'd like to conduct her own studies — unless , that , too , is an impossible task to comprehend. ❜❜ ⠀

⠀ ❛❛ 𝐅lattery is certainly a word for it. Try 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 to produce what is 𝙣͟𝙤͟𝙩 hers. ❜❜ ⠀

⠀ ❛❛ 𝐑eads , will read , have read. ❜❜ ⠀

»There something on my physiognomy that you cannot see to cease gawking at?" 𝐈nquisitive nature persisted, eyebrow lifting as query is hurled at she. "Please, do explain yourself."