#adoresyou

‘     i     prefer     more     of     a     traditional     sort     of     music.     ’     𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍     𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄     /     𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄     𝐎𝐅     her     past     ,     one     that     was     filled     with     joy.     a     blend     of     𝓰𝓱𝓸𝓼𝓽𝓵𝔂     tambourine     music     and     𝕛𝕠𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕤,     melodic     vocals     filled     the     air,     creating     a     ｗｈｉｍｓｉｃａｌ     soundscape.     oh,     the     pure     hearts     of     Wanda,     her     brother,     and     everyone     else     ɢʟᴏᴡᴇᴅ     with     🇼​​🇦​​🇷​​🇲​​🇹​​🇭​     and     ˡᵒᵛᵉ.     but     it     was     those     warm     memories     that     also     carried     a     dark     past     for     the     scarlet     witch     ;     something     that     would     play     'pon     her     mind     in     her     𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚜.     if     only     things     were     so     simple     back     then,     but     so     it     seems     that     𝙛𝙖𝙩𝙚     had     other     plans.     a     shift     in     sight     towards     other     ,     𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨     a     cup     of     tea     towards     the     individual     before     wanda.     ‘     but     you're     music     isn't     so     bad.     ’

                                 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐎𝐑 @adoresyou

❛  Jesus Christ.  Did the bartender piss in your michelada?  ❛   𝑭𝑹𝑶𝑴  𝑩𝑬𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑫  𝑩𝑳𝑨𝑪𝑲,   𝑶𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑰𝒁𝑬𝑫  𝑪𝑨𝑻-𝑬𝒀𝑬𝑺  perched on the edge of her wrinkled snub nose,  Madonna casts the slight-statured diva beside her a disparaging look.  For their past few brunches,  Adore had been relatively luminous.  A fun time and acceptable contribution to Madonna's generally stormy demeanor.  This particular Sunday,  though?  Undeniable attitude,  and she had tolerated just about as much as she could  (  two minor offenses,  at best.  She is not a tolerant woman  ).  She is four micheladas in and too inebriated to realize that any critique on Adore's attitude would be very much pot-calling-kettle-black.  With her elbows resting delicately on the tabletop,  Madonna shakes out one of her last cigarettes from her pack  —peering down the carton with just as much dissatisfaction as she had when staring at Adore.

    ❛   Seriously.  ❛   

second-to-last cigarette drawn from the carton,  placed between her plump lips.  Her gaze returns to Adore.   

❛  What's wrong with you?  ❛

his nerves are alight with anxiety. he can feel the realms in chaos but he must wait. waiting is the worst part because the action is all about timing. the god is pacing and he cannot help the strides when a hand catches his bicep. let me distract you... she says in her intoxicating voice. the expression on his face softens almost immediately as fingertips glide down to his forearm. "And how may I ask would you accomplish such an impossible task?"