𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐎𝐍.

               - ——𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃. & yes,  he looks fabulous

When the man remerged his hair stuck to his forehead      &      the white of the dress shirt flushed transparently to his chest.    I hadn’t questioned for what reason might one of my father’s most well tailored      &      expensive suits now smell of 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫.    I said there was humidity enough.    It was not until months after I learned my father never made it out of the ribanceira.    I lost the count of how many times I returned to search for the body      &      never encountered not one bone buried in the fluvial or an article of textile addled.

                @vairuler​​ :   ❝ guess you’re no stranger to fury, either. ❞

❝  𝐒𝐎  𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓  𝐀𝐑𝐄  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐎𝐃𝐃𝐒  𝐖𝐄  get  out  of  this  without dani  chastising  us  about   making  a  mess  ?    our  fearless  leader  is  too picky . .  [  it’d  be  easier  to  take  them  down  in  one  fell swoop ]  . . but  that’s  just  me !    ❞  impatient ,  & yet it was well known to the entirety of their team that illyana rasputin believed in dani , supporting all of her decisions . soul sword taps lightly against earthen soil beneath their feet .  inner chaos calmed by the necessity to work as a cohesive team .

@ipanema​

          ❝        well    –    i’ve been practicing a face  ,        ❞          speaking into a nave of sincerity superficial as burrowed heavens of teetering ribvaults  ,    coronets rising from the obfuscation of his shoulders plucking dimples tenebrous    &&    satanophanous in which lay trapped modules of light    &&    ultimate counterpoise .      he pushes his bottom lip out enough for a subtle frown    &&    a sorry bevel at the crease of his eyes  ,    all delicate    &&    vainglorious detail sweltered in jest .          ❝        she’ll go a bit easier if we’re sorry about it .      or at least  ,    if we look it .        ❞