May 16, 2016
"Not exactly a romantic weakness, but there's always your love of pink panties." Anna may, in fact, be twirling a park of said panties on her finger, grinning. (miltonwinged)
She stares in utter horror. Partly because of her modest raising, where such things would be terribly taboo, but there’s also a pang of dissonance. This is an angel. An angel is waving her preferences around like they’re a purim noisemaker.Â
The only thing that could possibly make this any more obtuse, is if Anna sprouted wings at that very moment.
“Pourquoi tu me fais ça?”
