𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐃

when a man plays god for a while, he ends up thinking that he is one.

i imagine it must be difficult in their home. no one ever sees mrs. lawrence. i hear she's unwell. may god save her. i can't imagine how taxing the ceremony must be upon her.

just wondering why you're around. kinda dampened my day.

change your fate.

ᅠ 𝗌𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗎𝗂𝗇𝖾 ͏͏ lips ͏͏ ₊̇ ͏͏ 𝗌acrosanct . ͏ to be sickeningly─── 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 ﹠ violently craved .

𝒅𝒐𝐧’𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡.

you can say that again.

such impure thoughts... ( 'like your little outings,' she nearly says. ) we are lucky to be rid of her. may she treat the lawrences better.

have any children? ( it's a different district, any children they may have would be in a different school. ) pray forgive my curiosity.

𝙄 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙪𝙡𝙩𝙨

ᅠ don’t you 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 i know exactly where i stand .ᐣ this world is 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 me to hold your 𝐡͟𝐚͟𝐧͟𝐝.

i didn't want her to face the same fate as eden. offred wormed her way into my head with all of her smart girl bullshit. it clouded my judgement. ( a beat, letting hand fall. ) pray forgive me.