ISABELLA SWAN.

; ——

its kinda harsh but you’ll sort of get used to it. (snickering at her)

yup. lemme see. (fishes in his pocket— it’s just a cheap red bic.) here you go.

you can scribble on a paper and smoke it like a joint or just do this .. ( uncaps the pen & disassembles it till it’s the thin, transparent part, with the blue ink at the end. ) you just light it where the ink is.

want to try?

wha’?

/ like catch me being lloyd or sensei wu

you can’t get addicted to stuff that isn’t drugs so this is how i got into smoking ballpoint pens

// i lowkey have ninjago muse.

lipstick lullabies.

you know, if I wasn’t particularly fond of you, this would be rather insulting . . . your perception of vampires is truly warped, miss swan —— I guess I’ll be lenient, though. for now, anyway. ( ivory enamels flash mid-grin ╱ golden optics rolling in light of said jest. )

should be break out the cloves of garlic ﹠ holy water, too? ( twinge of amusement etched across visage, sharp eyes narrowing in question that might have well been moot. ) . . . last I checked, that stuff doesn’t exactly work, bella.

this resurgence of the volturi making their presence known is . . . intriguing, at best. * 💢

⠀⠀⠀⠀ . . okay. ^^

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ( it’s so burnt. it’s so ruined. )

⠀⠀⠀⠀ i forgot!!!!!