#maidshe

               Portia    can’t    help   but    strike    a    pose;    the    silk    against    her    skin    is   the    NICEST    she’s    felt    in    a    while.     She’s     not     above      flaunting     what    she’s    got    if    she    can    help    it.   (    She    KNOWS    she    looks    hot.   )                 “Milady,    as   wonderful   as    these    are   –   you   REALLY    didn’t    have     to!     Don’t    get     me    wrong,    I    feel    GREAT   in    them!     And     thank    you    VERY    MUCH    for    giving    them    to    me!”                 This    said,    she    still    holds    herself    with     confidence     seeping    through    her    pores,    pushing    her    sleeves    up.             “I    feel    so    high    brow!”                  Portia    sticks    up    her    nose    and    adapts     a    snooty     tone,    clearly    playful:                 “Now,     I     shall    go    to    the    city     streets     and    mock    the    POOR!”

                                      NADIA had a  SMILE  gracing upon her already  ETHEREAL  features as she saw Portia dressed in such finery she had offered her and her heart was  GLADDENED  that Portia loved it. Her smile turned wider as Portia adapted the snooty aristocratic tone, a small  LAUGH  escaped her lips as fingers went to touch her own lips as if a part of her which to conceal it.

                    ❛   —  PASHA,  WAIT ! ❜     false  hands  outstretched  towards  the  star’s  patron,  tears  streaming  from  corrupted  eyes.    it  was  a  game  the  two were  playing  for  some  time,  &  the  devil  intended  to  with.    the  figure  fell  to  his  knees,  letting  out  a  cry  as  contact  was  made  with  the  ground.   ❛   please,  HELP  ME.    it...  it’s  in  my  head !    it  hurts ! ❜

@maidshe

*   /   𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝 : 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠

          ❝ — yowch !  ❞  comically, the doctor shoots right back up. he knew better than to crouch around his sister, all too eager to remind him of what a fool he was !  he supposed  SHE  did a fine job replacing the loving hand of lilinka, and the,  erm,  much firmer touch of maz. all of the fine women in his life were quite  SKILLED  at keeping him in place, either way. at first he seemed shock. yet, as his face contorted in confusion, then annoyance, and landed finally on amusement, he offered her a wry smile. 

              ❝   𝙿𝙴𝙾𝙿𝙻𝙴 𝙽𝙴𝙴𝙳 𝚃𝙾 𝚂𝚃𝙾𝙿     saying that !    my hair is one - hundred percent natural .    ❞