♱ •° 𝕹𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐫

𝕸y 𝖓𝖆𝖒𝖊 𝐢𝐬 𝗞𝘂𝗿𝘁 𝗪𝗮𝗴𝗻𝗲𝗿, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝕸𝖚𝖓𝖎𝖈𝖍 𝖈𝖎𝖗𝖈𝖚𝖘 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑰𝒏𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝑵𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒘𝒍𝒆𝒓! 𝑭𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒆! 𝕴𝖈𝖍 𝖒ö𝖈𝖍𝖙𝖊 𝕱𝖗𝖊𝖚𝖓𝖉𝖊.

Shaking like a chihuahua for undisclosed reasons.

( * a smile crosses her lips , and she turns to face the priest . ) heya, kurt .ᐟ merry christmas, suga’ .ᐟ yer up 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺 . ( * in her hands sat a carefully wrapped gift — the paper’s creases speaking volumes about how —

( * bandaging her fingers — she's returned from the war of wrapping presents . . . )

***BAMF*** *The sulfuric scent of brimstone blossoms in the air like watercolor, fogging around rouge as Nightcrawler surprises her with a series of teleportation-based-hugs.* Hallo da!

she might be lost . . .

Did'ja come t'join m— 𝙃𝙀𝙔 .ᐟ My drink .ᐟ Give it 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤, y'fuzzy blue ̠v̠a̠̠g̠a̠̠b̠̠o̠̠n̠̠d̠ .ᐟ ( * her scolding isn't truly in anger . holding a grudge against 𝓚urt was nigh impossible, especially for her . )

Idiots.

she's sipping her coffee . . .

︎ grumble….