☆.｡.:* the tenderness with which she is held does not abate the astonishment that percolates from the sudden action. the girl does not yelp. weeks & months have taught the lark in her throat to remain quiet when she once would cry out in surprise. a sudden movement, a small sound, anything of that manner will now become an ingredient for death.

     she has accidentally inked a recipe for carnage on her skin & she is slowly finding out what the ingredients are.

     but now is not the time for her to muse over that. von lets her feet flutter in the air, paddling through briefly before she is let down by the taller male. fondness marks the tug of coral lips upwards. slender fingers nimbly move forward to pat soft brown hair, feeling the strands toying between.

    it is hard to believe sometimes that he is a terrifying weapon tossed onto the field when right now all he reminds her of is a gentle puppy.

    ❝　　you did well vinnnie. i’m proud of you.　❞  praise easily sits up & pries itself off her tongue to leap onto the other boy knowing it would leave him charmed. for him, she sometimes wonders if she would swallow living stars.