࣪˖ ＊ ︶ 𝓽𝘈𝘓𝘠𝘈 𝓿𝘌𝘚𝘚𝘈𝘙.

Put into words. ❝Anytime, sweetheart.❞ Vax'ildan placed a kiss on top of her head, before leaning against the workbench. ❝Make anything new lately?❞

⠀ ❛ thank you , dad . i love it ❜ . the word doesn’t feel foreign on her tongue as it used to feel , anymore . talya likes that . ⠀

“Oh —— okay!” Brows creased as she slowly pushed her fingers forward and then back. “It's ridiculous how easy it is to get stuck in these.”

She may or may not have her fingers stuck in this contraption. Again.

A soft smile, laying beside her. ❝Everything alright, Talya?❞

Exhausted. The floor looks comfortable. He's going to the floor.

Immediately throwing away the disguise. ❝Sorry.❞

The demon tilts it's head Smoke curls around the other.

ㅤ "You know, I think Percy may be mad at me." ㅤ