𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐧͟𝐨͟𝐱

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀I want it all to be about 𝑴𝑬 .ᐟ

my favourite view 😌

now why would I involve her in anything? I don't want to catch a lecture.

you started it.

hey, stinkier??

morning!!

sitting up a little straighter, she shifted to sitting cross-legged beside him, hands falling into her lap. “the people who you're close to. but not *everyone. okay?” she was delicate with the way she spoke, not really knowing how to broach that subject again. that +

twenty five, still alive, you'll find me chronically online.

“I don't know. how do you feel about introducing me to your friends?” she was still a stranger to most in nox's life, for obvious reasons, and so the concept was a nervous one for now. still, she tried to not let it show, biting more pancake off the fork being held +

dark eyes rolled at the reaction, shaking her head with a laugh as she settled beside him again. “it's literally just pancake. i'm not trying to create some culinary revolution, nox.” still, she plucked a larger piece from the bowl, complete with a dollop of caramel +

when they lace their fingers with yours on an afternoon walk but all you can think about is how they did the same thing to pin you in place as they fucked you last night

“you can't pass judgement until you've tried it.” she pointed out rather swiftly, and whilst she could've gotten comfortable, she was soon shuffling her way off the bed and back onto bare feet. a single digit held up to silently signify for nox to wait, with a giggle, +

beckoned closer, she perched on the edge of the bed, practically folding across his lap on the mismatch of angle and bedding. “uh .. I mean they didn't stay circular. pancake looking. more like .. pancake stir fry?” a little laugh escaped along with her explanation, +

a smile pulled across her lips at the raspy voice, stepping a little further into the room now she knew he was awake — that favourite baggy tshirt of nox's hanging on her frame, as usual. “do you want breakfast? I made .. pancakes. kind of.”