#rdknght

Although  his  words  can’t  reach  her  ears  ,  they  touch  her  HEART  in  ways  few  could  ,  for  Meulin  is  made  of  positive  thoughts  and  endearing  QUIRKS  all  enveloped  in  an  ETERNALLY  youthful  body  .

❛  NO  .  .  .  pAi  .  .  n  .  IT  will  go  aWAY  .  ❜

Strenuous  it  is  for  habitually  screechy  voice  to  not  EXCEED  a  whisper  ;  in  this  moment  of  SERIOUS  talk  ,  she  keeps  her  voice  at  a  reasonable  level  along  with  CONTROL  over  her  signature  feline  puns  . Her  voice  is  cracking  ,  between  highs  and  downs  ,  fingers  clutching  at  her  black  skirt  --  but  she  delivers  her  words  to  his  face  .  She’s  read  the  VILE  and  deeply  saddening  statement  onto  his  lips  ,  it’s  lingering  right  at  the  corner  and  she  REJECTS  the  pessimism  forming  around  them  .  An  angelic  smile  plastered  onto  her  face  ,  she  grabs  hold  of  both  his  hands  .

rip in fuck mate, why not choose a different character?

“Reel talk, Nubs—you ever gonna stop poppin’ your pan over stupid people?”

She’d been watching him out of the corner of her eye as she picked at the prongs of her trident, her back against the wall, her ink-black braids slung lazily forward over her shoulder. Yeah, that came out before she’d decided whether she wanted to. But she was committing to it now, she guessed. Couldn’t pin down the reason; something about his eyes, maybe. Some kind of existential exhaustion that sleep couldn’t shake.

So, she took a shot at what it could be. It felt like she knew it. Better to try now, while they were still alone.