
@moonlit-theft requested an audience.
contacts of burnt sienna lingered at,
demeanor revealed phlegmatic disposition.
back straightened, cold thumb lay rested
against
pale skin — resembling that of snow.
‘ You don’t look good. Are you well? ’
— {˙ღƸ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒღ˙} —— “You really don’t, but,” A grin appears on her lips, lidded eyes peering up at him, “You’re...