❛ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐧 。

eurydice, dying now a second time, uttered no complaint against her husband. what was there to complain of, but that she had been loved?

“ always so noble, aren’t you, chérie ? “ they stop at a red light, and tristan’s hand moves up to his head, fluffing up brunette curls whilst looking into the rear view mirror. “ it’s rather sweet, really, but .. “ he pauses, ↯

you what ? use your words. ( cue a wide grin. of course he is. )

it’s no surprise that he does——it’s just the way ollie’s always been. so pure, until it comes to tristan. a hand rests on ollie’s thigh, and a hum erupts. “ you’ve always wanted to join, no ? “

. . . would i also be a worm

you say this like it’s a bad thing. thank god for that

when i’m on a date and they ask to drive my pista .. no thank you.

my busy bestie. do you want something?

what, like i’m wrong ? poor baby .. i haven’t hit a nerve just yet, have i ?

no ? it’s so easy to get you all hot and bothered, though.

uh huh. still a bad liar, i see.

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ the 𝓭evil’s in the details.⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀

oh really ?

damn can a girl not be overdramatic ?

a fair and even trade in my opinion

LIFE IS SO FUCKING GOOD ! ( 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 bought me a labubu )