. ˚𝐥♡𝐯𝐞𝐬͟𝐡͟𝐨͟𝐭͟. retweeted
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ࣲ ໋THIS ᯤ CANT Ē̶̳̩X̸͍̝̌Ỉ̷̺̀S̵̝̈͑͜T̶̺̀̍.̵͕͒͝ᚄ.ᝰ.
ࣲ ໋THIS ᯤ CANT Ē̶̳̩X̸͍̝̌Ỉ̷̺̀S̵̝̈͑͜T̶̺̀̍.̵͕͒͝ᚄ.ᝰ.
ࣲ ໋THIS ᯤ CANT Ē̶̳̩X̸͍̝̌Ỉ̷̺̀S̵̝̈͑͜T̶̺̀̍.̵͕͒͝ᚄ.ᝰ.
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(careful as she took hold of ceto’s hand, moving it to rest within her lap, keeping it steady as she unraveled the bandages.) * you’ll suffocate yourself that way. (🌸✨. * idle comment as she got to work!)
?! * a tattoo? …i don’t think i’d suit that, i wouldn’t even know what to get. (curse zoya’s taste being the opposite of her. hands trustingly slipped away, resting against her boyfriends chest.) my mom used to say they looked stupid.
(small hands reached within her medical bag, pulling out the rolls of gauze and scissors to bring it over to the others side. perching at the edge of the bed, sinking into the same softness she laid in once before.) hand, please. *
i thought you wanted me to get a more edgy look? (anne softly hummed, her hands taking zoya’s wrists to hitch the touch to her waist; not yet, as much as she liked it.) it’s not a bad place to start before i pierce my nose, hm?*
then i report to the chief and they escalate from there, i’m not truly sure what happens when someone disobeys … everyone trusts my care. * 🌸💧. (pouty bun, moving her palm to rest over ceto’s fist.) please? or at least let me…
(anne’s digits flexed and curled when relieved from the cool metal, suddenly feeling so light … and so —— not threatening. baring her ‘claws’ at zoya now had little effect.) mm, back to being a helpless lamb. (sweet giggles!)




























