‍ ‍ ‍ * 𝑚rs. 𝒘𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘯 .

@demonfiiles fingers rested on his palm as her hand found his shoulder, bringing her frame closer. she's missed this.

@clarividus holding out his hand. ( * you got it 😌 )

dancing in the kitchen, @demonfiiles?

GIF Sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ Cᴀʟʟ‼ ♡ ғᴏʀ ᴀ ɢɪғ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ 🔁 ғᴏʀ ᴀ ɢɪғ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇxᴛ

❝𝒅𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒂 𝒃𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒏?❞⠀ {ɴᴏᴛ ɴᴇᴡ ᴛᴏ ʀᴘ} {ɴᴇᴡ ᴛᴏ ᴠᴇʀsᴇ} {ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴠᴇ/sᴇᴍɪ-ʟɪᴛᴇʀᴀᴛᴇ} #ITRP #MVRP

sleepily cuddling up to @demonfiiles, blue eyes still shut. mumbling into his neck. ( 😴 )

( … @clarividus )

... what do you mean you 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 sleep———?

@demonfiiles the moment they reached the safety of their little sanctuary, arms slowly wrapped around his neck, face burying. eyes fell shut, releasing a breath she didn't know she'd been holding. what would she ever do without him? she could never ...

@clarividus the lack of communication during the drive home always made him concerned — 𝘣𝘶𝘵, he had always respected it … though he couldn’t stop his hand settling upon her knee. of course, hon’.

finally home after a rather draining case —— she's barely spoken a word on their way back. pizza and cuddles, please, @demonfiiles ... ?

a shaky breath escaped painted lips as cerulean optics focused on what was seemingly behind the ﹙ * 𝒓𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 ﹚, staring at ... 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨?

ᅠㅤ 𝓲 don’t 𝙲𝚁𝙾𝚂𝚂 the line, i 𝒑𝒖𝒕 myself on it .ᐟ ᅠㅤ ᅠㅤ

how did you sleep, darling? the storm was pretty bad last night.

maybe a cup of tea could help with that? a cookie? no?

a small 𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘴 escaped her brims as she carefully cleaned the fresh 𝘤𝘶𝘵 on her throat —— 𝒘here did that come from? surely, just a piece of jewellery or something like that ...

why can't we just get along.