ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ 𝓉𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑢𝓁𝑎 𝔤𝑖𝑟𝑙 .ᐟ

ᅠ 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙳𝙰𝚈𝚂 𝙰𝚁𝙴 𝙰 𝙳𝙴𝙰𝚃𝙷𝚆𝙸𝚂𝙷 ᅠ

ㅤ ㅤ he also sniffs her smell、his heart racing. runs while follows the smell、jumping into her ﹠ licking her face.〝ㅤHEY.ㅤ〞 ㅤ ㅤ

❝ we like you. ❞ The worm responding through Vincent, a small slow blink of assurance.

there’s a dramatic huff of annoyance , all too used to being picked on that she didn’t realize it’s with light - hearted intent . “ .. thank you . but , word of advice , don’t grab them by the lenses . you got your fingerprints all over them ; you’d be a terrible criminal . “

⠀ Silas’s scarred complexion kept it’s rather broody and stoic appearance not rising to match the witch’s ill-attempt at humour. Instead, he kept his suspicion, trying to see if anything in her demeanour or stringed words posed any threat. “ And, do ya recall the—

ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ gі᥎ᥱ 𝒾ᥒt͜͡᥆ 𝔱һіs b͜͡ᥣіss𝖿ᥙᥣ 𝔮ᥙіᥱ𝗍. 𝔱he 𝔥᥆ᥙsᥱ i͜͡s ᥒᥱ᥎ᥱr 𝖾 𝗆 𝗉 𝗍 𝗒. 𖬺 𝔱һᥱ d͜͡᥆ᥣᥣs. 𝔱һᥱy͜͡’rᥱ 𝔴atching. 𝔱һe͜͡𝔶’re 𝔞ᥣᥕᥲ𝔶s 𝔴atc͜͡hing you.

𝑹𝒖𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 doesn't matter . I'll 𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒕 you down if I have to .

death is terrible, but still more terrible is the feeling that you might live forever and never die.

⠀the ⠀truth ⠀𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 ⠀come ⠀out. ⠀maybe ⠀not ⠀today. ⠀maybe ⠀not ⠀tomorrow. ⠀but ⠀it ⠀𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥. ⠀the ⠀truth ⠀shall ⠀be ⠀your ⠀𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞.

ᅠ 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝟷 . 𝚓𝚊𝚗𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝟷𝟾- - tw: descriptive injury , slight time accurate misogyny (?) , mention of physical abuse , mention of alcoholism . ᅠ