ᅠᅠ*̲ᅠ‎ 𝕯𝗘𝗠𝗢𝗡–𝒮𝖫𝖠𝖸𝖤𝖱⁎༘ ‎ᅠ

i etch my face upon my wicked flesh. / i am my own devastating god.

⠀ ⠀ we ⠀ 𝓁ive ⠀ and ⠀ we ⠀ 𝗱𝗶𝗲. ⠀

“ go ahead, you can laugh, i must've looked ridiculous. ” if the roles were reversed, abigail would've been the first to crack. “ i'm fine, i cannot get hurt anyway. it was only embarrassing. ”

a low groan is emitted, not from any physical damage, abigail cannot feel pain in her body, but from an embarrassement. she felt it, eyes on her. “ ... * 💧 ” meeting the other's eyes, she lifted a hand and gave a little wave.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ she's my sister, of course you can! ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ take as many as you want, honey! ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ she's distributing these across the timeline, freshly baked! ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍

crossing walls like she owned them, no hesitation. then she trips, 𝑟𝑖𝑑𝑖𝑐𝑢𝑙𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑙𝑦.

would you like a massage?

without hesitation?

Do you want a smoke?

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀˖︵ ꕀ⠀ ♱⠀ i can't 𝙱𝚄𝚁𝚈 my head, under the 𝓈and —— and hope it makes me 𝒻eel ⠀┈─ 𝐋 𝐄 𝐒 𝐒 ⠀