@ivygrcws | plot
In the moments before the silence is broken, something simmers just beneath the skin. Tragic. Kirik knew better, told himself as much ten times over, than to expect anything else. "He's .. cute." It's been a minute, velvety tone resonating. Resigned, poised, and posed against the wall near Sofia, he chooses his next words carefully. Wears a bitter grin, still he fidgets with the cuffs of a sweater they'd bought together. "He know 'bout me? He should."













