₊˚⊹♡ 𝓛ady

i'm shattered porcelain， glued back together again， invincible like i've never been.

i'm sorry for making you wait. i've finally arrived at your heart.

we were intertwined in red rings of blood and loneliness.

“ Rough day? “

ᅠ with a pleasure! picking her up soon, don't let her wait. ᅠ

An almost sheepish smirk fell upon the poet's lips. He presented her with a hand-picked bouquet of flowers along with a heart-shaped vial filled with black sand. "I hope this isn't overdoing it but you seem to be in need of something special... Happy Valentine's day, Lady."

ㅤ ㅤ Free kiss for all you lovers out there, how about it 〜？ ㅤ

ᅠ mm... this cutie definitely would love to spend some time together. doll up, it's time to celebrate ~ ᅠ

He takes her hand and places a kiss to her knuckles before leaning in to whisper in a romantic tone. "...I am gunna need to borrow a few bucks, though."

He composes himself and wraps his arms around her, bringing her nice and close and gazing into those pretty two-tones. "Don't you worry, baby. I won't let you go without."

Aaaand he doubles over, slapping his knee and laughing his ass off. "Oh. Oh— God. That was too good. You... You should've seen your face!" He stands straight for a moment to point at her then starts cracking up again.

Biting his lip more, now adding trying to nip at the side of his cheek. He's fighting a losing battle here. "I would. But I'm gunna have to borrow some money if that's cool." Face scrunches slightly to try to compose himself.

Biting his lip, trying not to laugh. His voice actually catches a bit as he tries to continue. "Yeah. That's right. Can't beat that rock so why try?"

He pauses for a moment, arms crossed and eyeing her, waiting for her reaction. He's also fighting a little grin.

— Slowly, he glanced up. Ah. He leaned back in his chair, boots kicking up onto the desk. “Lemme guess,” he drawled, smirk already forming. “You missed me.”