ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִ 𝒜ʟɪᴠᴇ ℱ☆𝐑͟𝐄͟𝐕͟𝐄͟𝐑 .ᐟ

god made me 𝓹͟𝓻͟𝓮͟𝓽͟𝓽͟𝔂， you made me 𝐦͟𝐞͟𝐚͟𝐧.

ㅤ she would have been a fool to believe eternal youth would come without caveats, less so to assume the maintenance of an undead ( * 𝘪𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘵 ) movie star would have been one of them ... the least she could do is 𝘱𝘢𝘺. ㅤ

ㅤ the melody blares and cuts short obnoxiously in response in quick succession, her guest met with a furrowed brow ﹠ a comically out - of - character sleep ma— ... safety ... goggles? “ do you have 𝘢𝘯𝘺 idea what time it is. ” ㅤㅤ

and  all  these  words  are  sweet  and  meaningless,  you  can't  trust  a  single  thing  i  say.

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ she tilts her head, frowning, hand resting on her back. ‘ you know it would look a little suspicious... ’ she tilts her head. ‘ what if you put on a show for me? ’

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ it, in fact, was not alright, that she knew. ‘ i am too tired to go in circles, mad. tell me? you know you can't lie to me. ’

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ wordlessly, fingers drag through blonde curls, kiss to her temple. ‘ darling, what's wrong? i can feel your energy. ’

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ glancing up at her, hands resting on her hips. ‘ well, hello there. ’

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ madeline is being mean to me today. would not recommend.