‍ ‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍ ‍‍𝖔il‍‍‍‍‍ ‍‍𝓼lick.

⠀you collect scars because you want proof that you’re paying for whatever sins you’ve committed .

when my death begins, i wanna know that i was dying for you. / i died for you.

⠀⠀ ⠀ᅟᅟ ⠀⠀ ⠀ᅟᅟ ⠀⸝ᅟᅟ ⠀⠀ ⠀ᅟ☼ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ─────⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ᅟᅟ ⠀⠀⠀only ⠀⠀ ⠀ᅟᅟ 𝖒͟𝖊͟ . ⠀⠀ ⠀ᅟᅟ

that brief flit of affection allowed cait to brush her fingers along the side of vi's cheek, lowering her hand to watch those emotions cross over features she adored. she understood the grief, the bittersweet aspect of such a gift, and because of that, cait walked behind —

“ violet. ” ⠀⠀ a laugh fell from her lips, and she pushed herself from the wall, walking over and ripping a corner of the paper without warning. “ see? it's partially open now. you can do the rest. ”

— THE FEAST. welp. i mean, if i was caitlyn, i’d probably remove myself too. seems hard being that boring.

YO WHAT THE FUCK

yep, that’s me .ᐟ if you ever need to 𝗖𝗨𝗥𝗦𝗘 𝗔 𝗦𝗜𝗕𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗚 or a 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 or a 𝘴𝘰𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘺 . . . 𝒎𝒚 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒅.

arms fold over her chest, hip propped against the doorway, as mild amusement danced on her features watching vi shake the box. within the box was a jacket, vander's actually, carefully tailored to fit vi perfectly. ⠀⠀ “ just open it and see. ”

“ violet, i love you, but shut up. ” ⠀⠀ a precisely wrapped parcel is pushed towards her, adorned with a bow that was tied and retied multiple times to perfection.

yes, love, we're both dead. ⠀⠀ happy birthday, by the way. i've a present for you.

— THE FALLEN. sheesh. . .one hell of a birthday, huh sis?

violet, i'm as dead as you are. ⠀⠀ i died to spiny, lethal plant.