#zieltogen

THE PURE VITRIOL that the simulacrum displayed sent shivers down spine ----- -- something about those eyes left an almost piercing feeling within his gut. he nervously chuckles and shuffles a bit , trying to avoid prolonged eye contact with synthetic gaze as he took a ( very hesitant. ) step closer. a hand reaches down to thigh pocket , rummaging through it as the sound of nuts and bolts clattered whilst looking for something. ' w - well ... if you think you need a little tune up , i got a couple racthet wrenches and tiny screwdrivers on hand. i always carry them in case my tech fibs up , i could take a look at that shoulder for ya' ----- -- if you promise to not kill me and ditch my body somewhere afterwards. '

tortle.....

—— @zieltogen.

she chuckles, a temperate sound falling from her lips with a sweetened breath  ──────  as delicate fingertips adjust the knot of his tie and trickle down the length of satiny fabric. there is a comfortable silence that settles between them, the tender scratch of her nails dragging along its surface filling the space before dusky hues could dare a glance, and her smile to sweeten  ― fingers lifting to cup the supple curve of his cheek. gentle and nurturing.     ❝  there.  ❞    eyes crinkle as her smile blossoms into a grin,     ❝  all better.  ❞    another chuckle and she pulls her touch away, masked cheek left with the bitter reminder of her touch, still lingering within its fiber, her fingers now smoothing over a temple...     ❝  ──────  now, besides the tie  ― how are you feeling? any headaches today?  ❞    

' i swear to god if you even THINK of touching my hat i will kill you. i'm not taking fashion lessons from a man in a weird ass headband. '

" we need to leave. " she starts, tearing her eyes away from the stars and the home crumbling to dust amongst them, fixed instead on @zieltogen ― the newest stranger tasked in escorting the royal mystery. " i no longer have time to waste. "

" how 'bout now? " she questions playfully, bottom lip swelled out in a comical pout, fluttering lashes to amplify those large baby blues, glistening with purity, " even cuter? "

"hey, thanks." she gives him an appreciative nod. "same to you. looks like that style takes a lot of effort daily."