⊰   ｢ ℛℒ ｣ ;;

                 ❝ Are you saying I look ill, Robert? ❞

        ⊰   ｢ ℛℒ ｣ ;

send me your url and i’ll post 3-5 icons that sum up my muse’s feelings on yours

same, tbh

Another wave of nausea assaulted her as she rose up. Having just expelled her morning meal, Rosalind’s face contorted in displeasure as she once again got on her knees in front of the latrine.

This had been a recurring incident for the past couple weeks. Being the stubborn and absent-minded woman she was, Rosalind had yet to visit a medical practitioner. Instead, choosing to attempt to carry out her daily life and seeing her ailment as nothing more than a common cold.

As the sound of approaching footsteps reached her ears, the ginger raised and turned her head towards the bathroom’s entrance. “If you’d be so kind as to leave, I'll be downstairs shortly.“ There was no need for her brother to chastise her once again.

        Robert glanced up, the song dying on his lips.        “It bothers you?” His gaze was intense as he        realised that the experiment seemed to have        some sort of taste in music.                         ——————-”Fascinating.”        He went back to singing.

Jackie screamed.  She was trying to eat apple pie a la mode, and now the poor pie and ice cream were suffering because she wasn’t eating them because Robert fucking Lutece was singing a terrible song!

Ms Lutece’s words & written books had always been   a part of her daily ritual. The scientist’s novels about the   major importance of this city & further influence it had o-   n the technological progress did much to mesmerize the   young girl even if Physics per se were not her forte. Yet   the fact that Ms. Lutece was on the way to visit her filled   the lamb’s heart with utter excitement -- oh, she would   finally get her chance to ask all these questions which El-   izabeth had written down so far ;; her thirst for knowledge   knew no limit after all. -- alabaster teeth impatiently dug  into a soft bottom lip once small heels carried her across  the wooden parquet below ;; they would meet in the library.