‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝒶nge͜͡l ‍┈ ‍ ey𝚎̲s ‍◞

ᅟᅟᅟ ᅟ𝕷o͟ν͟ᥱ 𝗠𝖾ᅟlov͜͡e 𝓶𝐸ᅟ𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝑚𝑒 ᅟ𝑀o͡re . ᅟᅟ＊ ♒︎ 𝗧͡𝗵𝖺𝗇 you 𝑷͟𝒐͟𝒔͟𝒔͟𝒊𝑩𝑳𝒀 ᅟ𝒄͟𝒂͟𝒏 ⡐⡐ ✩⸺ 𝐘̵𝓸𝓾'𝓵𝓵 ̵𝗇̵𝖾̵𝗏̵𝖾̵𝗋̵ m͜͡eet͡ ᅟ𝘼𝒏͟𝒐͟𝒕𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗠𝗘ᅟ⤹࿔ ᅟ``

ᅠ no one is looking at that damn violin.

͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ her lips quirk in a pleased smile. “ consider it your late christmas present. ” ͏ ͏

͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ she fishes in her pocket for . . . a pack of cigarettes, unopened. “ all yours, 𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘰. ” ͏ ͏

͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ think i might have something that’ll make your day better.

͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ you seem to be in high spirits this morning.

ᅠ let’s hope the charm won’t wear off in the meantime.

ᅠ then i’m sure you can think of a better one for me.