‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍ 𖥻 𝓣𝐇𝐄 𝖲𝖧𝖸 𝐎͟𝐍͟𝐄͟ ༝

ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ * 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧’𝐭 win. And more importantly, having palms so capable of ripping her limb to limb in such proximity was enough to make her blood run cold. ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ

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ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ to her finger, still awaiting an answer as the voices of her mind lured her away. She silently praised his pa͟t͟i͟e͟n͟c͟e. “ … Are you sure ? You really don’t have to— “ Attempting to tame her hair would be a battle the soldier + ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ

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ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ the world for its graces and not through adhered pessimism was suffocatingly foreign. She just wasn’t created that way. Eternally bound to the curse of 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔. The bundle of quills doesn’t even realize Flippy had finished applying the bandage + ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ

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ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ he faced. This version, as she would call it, somehow preserved his ( * h͟u͟m͟a͟n͟i͟ty ) — still found the beauty outside of society’s 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝. The good around them, life itself, something so many unknowingly took advantage of. Flaky envied that ; to see + ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ

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ᅠ ᅠ She monitored gloved hands as they tended her wound ; something so 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 and * 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒊𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒕 shouldn’t be treated with such profound c͟a͟r͟e. His gestures were soft, delicate, an unspoken contrast to his timeworn uniform — the many battles + ᅠ ᅠ

ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ It was true, he did see her completely differently to the rest. Whereas everyone else was quick to say what they wanted and felt, it was often to him far to brash and impulsive. Flaky on the other hand, despite her quietness was far more thoughtful with her words-- ᅠ

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‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍ 𖥻 𝓣𝐇𝐄 𝖲𝖧𝖸 𝐎͟𝐍͟𝐄͟ ༝@quilledfate·22 Mar

ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ knew off the top of her head. All for 𝒉𝒆𝒓. ( … 🩸 ) A sigh breaks through uncomfortable silence, meeting his hopeful eyes with her own. She needn’t say anything for him to get the message — only a downward tilt of her chin, a subtle nod of 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐚𝐥. ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ

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‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍ 𖥻 𝓣𝐇𝐄 𝖲𝖧𝖸 𝐎͟𝐍͟𝐄͟ ༝@quilledfate·22 Mar

ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ special. Not really. Just a dull girl, hidden beneath a blanket of * 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐬. She stared at the bandaid he gave her, eyebrows knitting together in a concoction of frustration and guilt. He was t͟ryi͟ng. In fact, Flippy tried harder than anyone she + ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ

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‍ ‍‍‍‍ ‍ 𖥻 𝓣𝐇𝐄 𝖲𝖧𝖸 𝐎͟𝐍͟𝐄͟ ༝@quilledfate·22 Mar

ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ She granted the soldier time to finish his thought ; listening was the least she could do after … * 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈. Flaky had grown rather good at it, wallowing in her own mind while others rattled on and on about n͟o͟t͟h͟i͟ng + ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ

ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ He himself saw himself, or rather used to see himself as more of a guardian to her. Helping out the vulnerable one, using his own bravery to hopefully build her own. Alas, that would never last long, not with.... him... Always lurking inside. He could see the-- ᅠ

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ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ She can still * 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 where his claws 𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐃 her Ö̶̻̭̀͐P̷̡͖̭̗̻̯̜͂̂͛̿̂̎̂̆͝͠͝E̷̡̧̟̼͖̰͍̭̻̥͐͊̊̇̒͊̀̀ͅN̸̟͉͎̻̆̽͆͗̏́̔͂̊̔͠͝ ( ❕ ) ᅠᅠ ᅠ ᅠ “ … Flippy, I— “ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ

ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ Perhaps it was ( *never ) of pure intention. Maybe the predator within preyed on her fragility, feeding on that weakness, waiting. Always w͟a͟i͟t͟i͟ng. + ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ

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ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ( … ) Surprisingly the girl didn’t run, choosing instead to disguise her panic with a lengthy * 𝐩𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞, posture ridged and unmoving. This invitation, this offer to ‘ 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑 ‘ was nothing more than a ticket to an early gr͟a͟v͟e. She could see it in + ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ

The sight of blood, while usually a trigger, thankfully wasn't enough to set him off this time. A deep breath was made as he approached, again tilting his head to get a closer look at her hair. "Hmmm, I can see what you mean. . . I'm no hairdresser, however if there's any way I-

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ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ “ I do it myself … “ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ

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ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ “ Usually, they take one look and decide it’s not in their expertise. The ones who try end up getting poked and— ( 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒉 ) It’s just more trouble than it’s worth. “ Her focus descends to the strewn remnants of past attempts, bandaids mimicking tally marks + ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ

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ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ Flaky silently proceeded under the 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆 of his gaze, pinching the red thorn and tugging it from her flesh with a * wince. Carmine bubbled from the pin sized wound, a single drop as bright and pr͟i͟s͟t͟i͟n͟e as the prettiest cherry on a tree. + ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ