،̲،̲ 𝓝𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐑͟𝐈͟𝐄 .. ⟢

︎ ︎ ⸝⸝ trusting our fate to a boy we hardly 𝓴now ..͟. the 𝓠𝐮𝐞͟𝐞͟𝐧 will not 𝓪pprove. *̲ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⍀ 𝖧𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗇’𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 ᴍᴜʀᴅᴇʀᴇᴅ 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝓢𝗄𝗒𝔀𝖺𝗅𝗄𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝖪𝖾𝗇𝗈𝖻𝗂. ⍀ ⠀⠀

( the jam filled desserts seem to act as blood &. viscera. the powdered sugar must be muscles? who knows. so, so, so angry over nothing! ) i’m fine! i know my limits.. sort of.

angrily stuffing her cheeks full of desserts.

⠀ you ' ve run out of time .

⠀ ⠀

( curved brims begin to falter at her probing, sea-foam gaze falling lower; away from fawn-like depths that never seemed to miss a thing. ) I’m worried, 𝓅admé . . . something feels 𝘰𝘧𝘧 as of late. more so than usual. I don’t want you left alone for the time being.

ྀྀ ⠀ ཾ༵ ☠︎ .⠀ ݁ 𝑎𝑙𝑙 m͟e͟n͟ have 𝓈ecrets ﹠ here is 𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙴 so let 𝔦𝔱 be 𝓀nown ⠀ཾ༵ 𑁍

ᅠᅠ 𝒴𝘰𝘶 𝑑𝘰𝘯‘𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝓫𝓮 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩. ᅠᅠ

if you haven’t noticed already, you tend to always be on my mind. ( a small peck to the cheek, mechanical hand woven ‘round one of her own. ) I’m just happy to see you, is all.

good.

⠀ ֯  ⁎ ،̲،̲ i 𝐚𝐥𝐰ays p͟lay 𝔣air ... exactly as 𝑓air as my opp͟onents.

no one wants the pastries i bought …