#devinevirtue

█ 𝒖𝒏𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒅 ,     always   loved ⤿ @devinevirtue.

She perceives his tone as genial, collected calm voice in spite of her awful deficiency ⸻ ah, but she's not so foolish to assume compassion from her dear Harbinger, was he not rumored to hate mistakes ? A strict one ? (or is she remembering wrong ?)

Judith's eyes fall onto where the mess is. ❝ Well you see. . . ❞ Her excuse began lamely, saunters over to pluck weeks worth of discarded documents. ❝ Forgive me, my master. I am merely an illiterate fool you see, I would not be able to recognize which paper is of use to you or not. ❞ She lies just as listlessly, unfortunately - Judith could never properly lie, mischief is quite so clearly sparkling beneath her spectacled eyes.

A tapping finger upon the bottom of her lips as she ponder. ❝ I also did not know how to approach, my master. You've been so serious - a week without a smile in sight, it leaves a witnessing admirer forlorn, surely. ❞

█ 𝒖𝒏𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒅 ,     always   loved ⤿ @devinevirtue !

❝  Only to look at ? ❞ Well either way, she takes the apple, marvel at the lack of imperfection ; bright red, unblemished. ❝  As expected, Mr. Wally. You are the most friendly. ❞

❝  However, perhaps not for long ! I, Ms. Judith, challenge you to a friend-off, starting now ! ❞ & from her pocket, she retrieves a handful of granny strawberry candies and offers it to him.

█ 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒎 𝒐𝒓 𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒋𝒖𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏, accepting.

She would crawl inside his mouth and make a home of his body. ( Tapeworm girl aesthetic. )

        dan heng was normally a quiet person, someone that could go almost unnoticed in the astral express, as he spent the majority of his time in the archives. the dreams about the life he had before, the one he did not understand fully just yet, had become more recurrent, however, leaving him rather restless at times. it had gotten to the point where he would purposefully put off sleeping, only so that he wouldn’t be plagued by it. he hadn’t expected anyone to be around to hear it, though, which is why he was surprised to see welt nearby as he stepped out of the room in search for some water. he was silent for a moment, before speaking quietly.  “ i’m afraid i wouldn’t know where to start. ”

❝Oh, like the plague Il Drago. Like the plague. I did wonder why it was so quiet…❞ Silence was never a good thing. She could be forgiven for thinking it was, at least at first, when no whispers of chaos or untoward politics had crept into the sphere of her attention. Yet experience had told her the calm only ever came before a storm. Any second now he was going to pop that wonderful little bubble of contentment and bring a fresh dose of carnage into her life. It was inevitable. Such was the price of dealing with the fabled Il Drago himself.