" oh my god, not this again. " eye rolling as far backwards as capable with irritated sigh. " poor grace, given another opportunity for life, which you've been so desperately fighting for this entire time, and you're not even worth the trouble. " fingers absentmindedly picking off the imperfections from the tethered, blood stained blouse. " titus wants power, and he will gladly die trying. are you prepared to sacrifice faith for the cause? "

𓂀 “What’s got you ready to scurry off already?” ... @huntforth

liquor from evening prior lingered with breath of morning, echoing a persistent percussion inside head. eyes squint at the text message on dimly lit cell phone screen before dropping it back to the nightstand with little regard. " my father has urgently requested my presence at home. " it's offered with sigh, body arching as limbs outstretch with a gentle moan. " i'm sure it's clean up duty for another titus tantrum. " neck arches backwards to catch glimpse of the woman she was currently entangled with. " what? are you going to miss me? " inquiry posed with same tone, accompanied with arched brow.