ℂ𝕠𝕝. 𝔹𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕠𝕣𝕒.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴀʀʀʏ ᴏɴ ᴏᴜʀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍꜱ; ⠀ᴡʜʏ'ᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴜʀꜱᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ❝ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴀ ɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟ ʙᴏʀɴ ɢᴇɴɪᴜꜱ❞ .ᐣ ⠀ ⠀

I'M DYING THE THING HAS HER NAME ON IT AAAA

not that the little dove would ever dream of escaping——wings drape over the other's silhouette, head coming down to rest on their chest. “ yes, yes. i am your worst nightmare, i know. ”

how adorable. propulsors lit up; body draped itself using her wings as she shot herself at the other spinning, essentially becoming a projectile on her own. not one deadly, nor one particularly powerful, but rather aimed at pushing her beloved backwards. a tease & ￬

⠀ grip tight the reins tempered by the light of dawn. what's scorched never fades beneath the skin — until they step onto the promised golden chariot once more. — 𝐏𝐘𝐑𝐎𝐈𝐒 ⠀

plump lips reach forth, though they stop short of a kiss; warm breaths touching the other's philtrum. “ that's pretty gay. ”

" That sounded a little bit more serious than not remembering someone's face.... also, who are you taking about? "

arms coil 'round neck, though toes have to stretch as far as they go to make it possible.

wings spread forth, though posture remains unchanged, save for the slightest tilt of head & the sweetest smile ever. “ shall we.ᐣ ”

“ from one to ten——how often did you dream of me.ᐣ ”

ᅠ “ you soooo missed me. ”

" Eh? Not at all, actually... Or maybe? I have been meeting a lot of new people lately so it's possible some faces slip. Knowing someone has nothing to do with calling them good looking, though! "