#saorxsa

* ✮ ╾        HANDS GRIPPING THE CHAINS ATTACHED TO THE SWING TIGHTLY, she slowly sways back and forth, the pale blue of her eyes staring, transfixed, up at the cloudless sky. it’s only been a few weeks since she accepted the engagement ring from vernon, a rather portly man with a narrow-minded view of the world, and she’s already beginning to question whether or not she’s done the right thing. sure, he’s the kind of husband she’s always envisioned for herself —— normal —— but lately she can’t help but think he may not be the right fit for her. he treats her decently enough, she supposes, but sometimes he has a tendency to grab her arms a little too roughly when they argue, and he also has a bit of a superiority complex, thinking he’s always right even when it’s obvious he’s not.    &  when they argue, he seems to enjoy pointing out how lucky she is to be engaged to him and that she will never find another man as wonderful as he is. she tries hard not to let his words get to her —— words often spoken in anger —— but she knows there’s some truth to his argument. he may not be the best catch, but he’s probably the best she’ll ever manage to secure. petunia lets out a soft sigh of regret for all the poor decisions she’s made in her life  (  her estrangement with lily, angrily turning on her parents after finding out she was adopted, agreeing to marry vernon without giving herself proper time to think it over, letting vernon talk her into staying the night at his flat and eagerly falling into bed with him despite her reservations )  and presses her forehead against the chain, conflicted. what should i do?

♠     /        IMMEDIATELY STRAIGHTENING as soon as the question registered, ki-woong took a hasty step back and shook his head, feigning innocence. “uh, no – no, of course not,” the tiguri mumbled, striving for inconspicuousness. but junsu made that rather … difficult, especially when with one, pointed look, he was ready to spill his guts. damn those pretty eyes. “i  just – you smell nice.” nice was such an understatement, given how his cat was reacting to it   《 as if it was drunk on the scent of junsu. 》   but could you really blame it? the boy smelled … amazing.

  ‹  ❝ yo.❞  ›  wade wilson, more commonly known as the wondrous and amazing deadpool of the dead and pool family, offers the other male an enthusiastic wave and an even more enthusiastic grin ━ except he obviously can’t see it because 〔 hello 〕 mask.  ‹  ❝ looking good there, spidey. practicing a new form of kama-sutra, eh? and you didn’t even think to invite me. ❞  ›  the great, costumed defender of prodigious posteriors ━ hey, it’s true; you can’t argue with lamented business cards ━ sniffs despondently at the lack of a good friendship building exercise. without one ... well, how else does spidey expect this relationship to work?   

  ‹  ❝ regulus, darling, ❞  ›  the husky tone, deceptively glazed with honey ━ but tinged with a trace of coldness that is just as inherit to her nature as the controlling aspect of her personality ━ echoes throughout the long, elegantly ━ and expensively ━ decorated corridor of the black manor as bellatrix stands framed in the open archway, an inscrutable smile curving her full lips once her dark gaze hones in on her younger cousin with unerring accuracy.   ‹  ❝ when i asked you to give yourself time to think over my proposal, i never intended for you to do so whilst confined to this house. ❞  ›  though it did cross her mind that he might use it as an excuse to embrace isolation like an old friend.  ‹  ❝ you can’t expect to live the rest of your life holed up in your bedroom. it wouldn’t be healthy. ❞  ›  she absolutely refuses to let him turn blood traitor. two in the family is almost more than she can stomach.

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