𝓼𝓱𝓮 - 𝖉𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖑.

AARAE ,    minor  goddess  of  stars .      ❝    divinity  out ,   ichor  rotting  within  veins .   ambrosia  turns  poison  in  the  end .   stars  became  weights  and  constellations  my  shackles .     ❞

‘  you like croissants?  ’    the question comes out as surprise,   brows furrow at the other.   it was strange.   she found them too crumbly.   but then again aarae was very picky in everything,   something that she is sure drives the girls crazy from time to time.   eyes flicker back down the the oddly shaped breakfast treats,    ‘  i TRY to be nice from time to time.  ’

‘  it is if you are naturally gifted.  ’    aarae says with a shrug of shoulders,   eyes flickering away from the other.   nose crinkles in slight disgust,   showing weakness was VILE.   didn’t the girl know you couldn’t be weak in this world?    ‘  am i supposed to care about this sob story?  ’

‘  oh,   are we serious today,   arisa?  ’    aarae coos at the woman as fingers brush hair out of her face,   leaning back back into her chair.    ‘  what do you want me to do with this information?  ’    aarae would love to help her but she’s unsure.