#charm4

sent in by, @charm4 : " can you see how many fingers i’m holding up ? "

ㅤTHE MANOR IS FILLED WITH SMOKE & DEBRIS, yet another broken lamp lay in the corner- though he's pretty sure 𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎 himself, when he was thrown into it by the demon, that is. knowing his mom, she'd be having a fit over that lamp the moment she walked through the front door. nothing pissed the short woman off more 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎 not just once, but twice in the short span of twenty-four hours.

sitting in a wicker chair in the sun room, his aunt kneels before him, holding up her fingers as if to determine if chris needed "better help"- seeing as he'd do anything to avoid leo, though? he was shaking his head despite the throbbing behind his eyes, and pushing her hand aside.

@charm4 : you know what ? don't . i'm going to ignore that .

" what? it's the truth. " she spoke coldly, " if you can't handle honesty, don't ask for an opinion. " fingers rake through blonde locks of hair, quietly shaking her head in disbelief, " it's why my mother said if i have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all. " did she ever listen? no, of course not. rosalie would unfortunately remain mute for eternity even if some of her family members would prefer that from time to time. " would you rather i lie and said you look nice? "