#elizabethwright

Elizabeth Wright, Shelf (via Fraser Muggeridge studio: Artist editions)

(✥);—         All these threats about Luna and Violet were beginning to irritate the blonde and he decided that he was better off as far away from everyone as possible as there was a chance he would start snapping people's necks. It was safe to say that he was the slightest bit grouchy. So, he just stayed in his room, lifting up the pillow to retrieve the friendship bracelet underneath. He never wore it. It told too much about him. It was another tick that people could use against him. But it was from his sister in Virginia and he hadn't seen her for just under two decades, it was all he had to remind him of her. He shifted to sit cross legged on his bed only to sigh, closing his hand around the bracelet, as he glanced up at the door. "What do you want?" he asked the source of the creaking floorboards.

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