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                           ” ––- ‘TIS BUT a scratch. “

i plan on being semi-active for the foreseeable future, so if you'd like to thread and/or chat, don't be shy <3

Reason why you follow thembecause wow such good petrame love so much aaaah-- also ariis a total sweetie hhhh

A thing you like about their characterpetra is like the most kind person in the series idk if anyone told me otherwiseim gonna shove'em into my toilet tbh

Do you interact? Why/why not?w ELL not yet but i think i left a starter?idk tbh aaaah---

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                                   ' h a p p y ? ' 

            Such a familiar word for such rare occurrence— she remembers times dubbed ‘happy’, yet she believes this word faulty. A facade to obscure the cruelty of the world from a fearful mind. The world that she lives in a world of danger, of life’s risk, and of fear— the only thing that once hid her from such truth was the ignorance behind innocent eyes, stained with the beliefs of others, never living by her own regard. 

            The word is untrustworthy as she believes that she has never truly felt 'happy'. Time is trivial, constantly dancing in winds of the past, being gusted away with every second that carries on, and she puts not a label on her emotions. Deep thought is put into answer as explaining such complicated view would result in not gain, but wasted effort. She looks not for a discussion, but an answer suitable to herself, and the superior who stands so curious before her. A glance is offered toward the scarf, woven black about her neck, and she answers plainly.

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                                               i don't mean to be invasive, petra. ’  

okay, he kind of does. caramel eyes flicker; a tiny, mischievous candle flame ready to spring on whatever timber lay near. but he means well. he always means well.

usually. 

     "Ah...'twas not my intent to startle you, konan mín. 'Twould seem to be quiet is to be a curse also."

          Apology coloured wintered words, the temporary sorrow of an erstwhile child having done wrong unto a well-meaning parent painted across salted features as the serpent bowed his head, eyes of ice cast only to the wonders of rugged ground and swirling dust in reticence's vein. In truth, the realms would surely gape at the thought of Midgard's chained protector being aught but a beast of noise, a harsh cry of foul play jangling in golden breasts as poisoned laughter played upon gilded lips, but Jörmungandr would speak naught of such hated foes to one untouched by the greedy sweat of coin-hungry palms.