ᅠᅠ𝙂𝙍𝙀𝙀𝙉 𝘽𝙇𝙊𝙊𝘿

you’re going to do something bad. you’re going to blame it on god. you’re going to blame it on your father. you’re going to blame it on everything but those bloody knuckles & that bad temper.

ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ( soft yawn. her hair lies in disarray as two servant girls work to tame the knots left by her mischief in the royal gardens. a lesson learned— no more climbing trees, even for the sake of a charming butterfly perched at the top. ) ㅤㅤㅤ

you are lovely even in your madness.

i can’t get your claws out of my gut. i’m thinking of you, and the things you do to me.

am i now to be prey to your lust for flesh?

i am unsure. we shall find out together .ᐟ

very. i adore how they look like jewelry. ** ☺️

@ helaena :

my  mother's  footsteps  were  so  quiet,  i  barely  heard  her  leave.