@daemultum \ primo : ❝ you deserve better. ❞
it’s quiet around the sister of sin and his dark excellency. if you listen closely, there’s a rustling from the wind in the garden, a place of which she’s come to find herself very familiar with. she’s got books with many a flowers pressed, of which she’d stolen from it. but the biting chill from the weather is too much for her, arms wrapped around herself as she runs inside, closing the door behind papa. he wasn’t exactly himself in that she could see something were troubling him, ailing his thoughts keeping him much farther from her than she would have liked. and it all made sense once the silence was broken, her own mouth open slightly so she could say something, but interrupted. while temperance may be naive, she is not stupid. you deserve better known internationally for it’s meaning. but naivety is what temperance does best, and for a moment, it is quiet once more between the two before it is now her turn to break the silence. ‘ a better pair of shears ? ‘ the lilt of which she asks, you can hear she’s confused. for what would compel the papa to say such things. ‘ you know how much i would love that. ‘ her smile is wide ! she’s trying to keep the energy light and keep it from weighing too heavily on them both.
