𝑻𝑯𝑬 ʷ͟ʰ͟ⁱ͟ᵗ͟ᵉ 𝕽𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖓。

He's going to make a dirt cake!

﹙ 𝒖͟𝒏͟𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅.ᐟ floris 𓉸 . she embraced him & immediately buried her face in his shoulder. “nothing.” muffled. did she need a reason .ᐣ

﹙ 𝒖͟𝒏͟𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅.ᐟ floris 𓉸 . she looked to raz & then back at the corpse. “you sleep now.” turning to her creator, floris extended both arms out to him whilst walking over.

﹙ 𝒖͟𝒏͟𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅.ᐟ floris 𓉸 . she’s a very fast learner & eager for anything macabre. “he was dead & now he is more dead.”

red eyes squint at him, a smirk blooming on her lips. ❛ raz! how could I not recognize you? ❜ she approached him, fingers softly gripping his jaw. ❛ uhm, my body belongs to the Stranger, but you're welcome to reclaim my soul, which has been split from yours. ❜

"No, I am not married." She paused as her own pale gaze flickered over the male figure. "Are you?" She fired back.

ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ “ Lo sé. ” Murmura, aunque una pequeña desconfianza aún titila en su mirada, no obstante, la tentación es más intensa. Primero roza la piel ajena con la lengua, disgustando el calor de su tez ( ... ) ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ

⠀ ❛ He is not afraid of anything or anyone. ❜ Anasthaesya said confidently, defending her father. Though she wasn't entirely honest, she knew Maekar feared one thing: loss. ⠀

Wasn't he blunt? Shaera clasped her hands behind her back, cocking her head at the stranger. "Is that a question you ask every woman you meet?"

“ some people like it. ”

She snorted lightly. "That might be because their gods are a strange bunch. I'm yet to understand them either."

⠀ 𝓃astya laughed loudly as if the man had just told her a joke. ❛ My father? Odd. Just this morning, I heard him complaining about your presence in the castle. ❜ ⠀