*Buenos dias everyone, if anyone wants to RP, let me know "
(I'll rp with ya)
*Hi moon! :D*
(how are you)
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So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
There had been fliers around the town for a few days it seems, an advertisement for a performance that had gotten the townsfolk stirred up with excitement. And the time had finally come, a stage somehow having been set up overnight for the performance, empty for now as people gather in the towns square, a soft murmer rippling through the crowd
There had been fliers around the town for a few days it seems, an advertisement for a performance that had gotten the townsfolk stirred up with excitement. And the time had finally come, a stage somehow having been set up overnight for the performance, empty for now as people gather in the towns square, a soft murmer rippling through the crowd
There had been fliers around the town for a few days it seems, an advertisement for a performance that had gotten the townsfolk stirred up with excitement. And the time had finally come, a stage somehow having been set up overnight for the performance, empty for now as people gather in the towns square, a soft murmer rippling through the crowd
Ash wanders over, watching from the back quietly.
A subtle smoke spreads over the stage and down into the crowd, light flickering into the air. As the crowd goes quiet, a thundering boom echos out from the center of the stage, whipping the smoke up into the air and away from the stage for a moment, and when it settles, a band is there, already set up. Theres a guitarist, drummer, pianist, and finally a singer who grabs a mic infront of him a crackle of electricity racing through it down into the wire connecting it to the speakers. The man, who seems to be an elf of some sort with pale skin and silver eyes, their black hair short as they speak into the mic, voice almost hypnotic "Thank you all for coming, and thank you for this warm welcome. I hope you enjoy the show." he smiles, as they start to play
So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
Benimaru looks him in the eyes, his own strange. The pupils entirely different from each other, an X and O “I don’t care what you think, so don’t even say anything.”
He hands her a bundle of leaves in the shape of a flower, a gentle giant “We all mess up, even gods.”
The person’s face is pretty beaten in, and they are very unconscious. Damian begins playing once more:
Ash shrugs "Still seems bad."
"More some than others.." she takes it, examining it "I kinda starved myself..."
Donn sighs and sets them down gently
“Again, if you turned infernal, would you rather burn forever having no control over your own actions, or be freed from it all?”
“Oh you did, then let me help you out. I’ll make you something to eat, I’m a decent cook. Do you have any tarrasque?”
Damian sees them doing such and calls over to them “Hey there, I wouldn’t help them if I were you. Scum of the earth I’d call them.”
"I rather die than get burned.." he shrugged.
"I can only eat blood. Anything else tastes like ash and makes me vomit."
"How so?'
“Then I am in the right, and you are arguing pointlessly.”
“Oh. Then take some of mine, if you were wondering I’ve got loads to spare. Although it is a bit warm.”
“Harassing one of the people here, decided to teach them the difference between flirting and harassment. Then I beat them for continuing regardless.”
"Not really mate.." he scratches the back of his neck "If yer killing people just cause they're going to hell, seems like your diverting fate."
"I-I couldn't. In order to eat, I drain a body. Leaving it a husk. My partner doesn't want me to kill anyone anymore..."
"Mn, disgusting. I'll take care of him." He said.
He looks at them, his eyes confused “Do you not understand what going infernal means? Or does it mean something different here?”
“Firstly that sounds pretty toxic from your partner. Secondly you don’t have to worry about that, I’ve died before, and at this point no one will stop me from leaving hell.”
“If you want to, I’d rather leave them to learn their lesson in the dirt.”
"No no, I know what infernal means but it's fate. If they were ebad, then they go down".
"I know he's toxic, I am too..." She muttered, running her hand through her hair.
"It's okay, I'll take care of him for ya."
“Yeah it definitely means something different here. Going infernal is random, anyone can go infernal no matter how they were in life.”
“Well if you’re toxic then you would have already drained my blood. Don’t worry about it so much. You are good.”
“You do that I suppose. If you want to enjoy yourself though, I’ll always be here, playing the lute.” He does exactly that.
Benimaru looks him in the eyes, his own strange. The pupils entirely different from each other, an X and O “I don’t care what you think, so don’t even say anything.”
He hands her a bundle of leaves in the shape of a flower, a gentle giant “We all mess up, even gods.”
The person’s face is pretty beaten in, and they are very unconscious. Damian begins playing once more:
Ash shrugs "Still seems bad."
"More some than others.." she takes it, examining it "I kinda starved myself..."
Donn sighs and sets them down gently
“Again, if you turned infernal, would you rather burn forever having no control over your own actions, or be freed from it all?”
“Oh you did, then let me help you out. I’ll make you something to eat, I’m a decent cook. Do you have any tarrasque?”
Damian sees them doing such and calls over to them “Hey there, I wouldn’t help them if I were you. Scum of the earth I’d call them.”
"I rather die than get burned.." he shrugged.
"I can only eat blood. Anything else tastes like ash and makes me vomit."
"How so?'
“Then I am in the right, and you are arguing pointlessly.”
“Oh. Then take some of mine, if you were wondering I’ve got loads to spare. Although it is a bit warm.”
“Harassing one of the people here, decided to teach them the difference between flirting and harassment. Then I beat them for continuing regardless.”
"Not really mate.." he scratches the back of his neck "If yer killing people just cause they're going to hell, seems like your diverting fate."
"I-I couldn't. In order to eat, I drain a body. Leaving it a husk. My partner doesn't want me to kill anyone anymore..."
"Mn, disgusting. I'll take care of him." He said.
He looks at them, his eyes confused “Do you not understand what going infernal means? Or does it mean something different here?”
“Firstly that sounds pretty toxic from your partner. Secondly you don’t have to worry about that, I’ve died before, and at this point no one will stop me from leaving hell.”
“If you want to, I’d rather leave them to learn their lesson in the dirt.”
"No no, I know what infernal means but it's fate. If they were ebad, then they go down".
"I know he's toxic, I am too..." She muttered, running her hand through her hair.
"It's okay, I'll take care of him for ya."
“Yeah it definitely means something different here. Going infernal is random, anyone can go infernal no matter how they were in life.”
“Well if you’re toxic then you would have already drained my blood. Don’t worry about it so much. You are good.”
“You do that I suppose. If you want to enjoy yourself though, I’ll always be here, playing the lute.” He does exactly that.
*If Wendigo wants to continue this.*
"Mn..." He shrugs and sighs "I don't know man."
She shrugs and fidgets with the bouquet "I am... Worse than anyone probably thought..."
Donn tilts his head and scoops the body up over his shoulder.
So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
Benimaru looks him in the eyes, his own strange. The pupils entirely different from each other, an X and O “I don’t care what you think, so don’t even say anything.”
He hands her a bundle of leaves in the shape of a flower, a gentle giant “We all mess up, even gods.”
The person’s face is pretty beaten in, and they are very unconscious. Damian begins playing once more:
Ash shrugs "Still seems bad."
"More some than others.." she takes it, examining it "I kinda starved myself..."
Donn sighs and sets them down gently
“Again, if you turned infernal, would you rather burn forever having no control over your own actions, or be freed from it all?”
“Oh you did, then let me help you out. I’ll make you something to eat, I’m a decent cook. Do you have any tarrasque?”
Damian sees them doing such and calls over to them “Hey there, I wouldn’t help them if I were you. Scum of the earth I’d call them.”
"I rather die than get burned.." he shrugged.
"I can only eat blood. Anything else tastes like ash and makes me vomit."
"How so?'
“Then I am in the right, and you are arguing pointlessly.”
“Oh. Then take some of mine, if you were wondering I’ve got loads to spare. Although it is a bit warm.”
“Harassing one of the people here, decided to teach them the difference between flirting and harassment. Then I beat them for continuing regardless.”
"Not really mate.." he scratches the back of his neck "If yer killing people just cause they're going to hell, seems like your diverting fate."
"I-I couldn't. In order to eat, I drain a body. Leaving it a husk. My partner doesn't want me to kill anyone anymore..."
"Mn, disgusting. I'll take care of him." He said.
He looks at them, his eyes confused “Do you not understand what going infernal means? Or does it mean something different here?”
“Firstly that sounds pretty toxic from your partner. Secondly you don’t have to worry about that, I’ve died before, and at this point no one will stop me from leaving hell.”
“If you want to, I’d rather leave them to learn their lesson in the dirt.”
"No no, I know what infernal means but it's fate. If they were ebad, then they go down".
"I know he's toxic, I am too..." She muttered, running her hand through her hair.
"It's okay, I'll take care of him for ya."
“Yeah it definitely means something different here. Going infernal is random, anyone can go infernal no matter how they were in life.”
“Well if you’re toxic then you would have already drained my blood. Don’t worry about it so much. You are good.”
“You do that I suppose. If you want to enjoy yourself though, I’ll always be here, playing the lute.” He does exactly that.
*If Wendigo wants to continue this.*
"Mn..." He shrugs and sighs "I don't know man."
She shrugs and fidgets with the bouquet "I am... Worse than anyone probably thought..."
Donn tilts his head and scoops the body up over his shoulder.
“Fair enough, I do it because I think it’s right, but who knows. I might be a monster.” He watches the body turn to ash and blow away in the wind
“Everyone is worse than they want to be. If you were perfect you’d be dead. You have to believe in yourself or no one will.”
Damian doesn’t mind it, but they feel something in the man’s pocket, really hot.
Benimaru looks him in the eyes, his own strange. The pupils entirely different from each other, an X and O “I don’t care what you think, so don’t even say anything.”
He hands her a bundle of leaves in the shape of a flower, a gentle giant “We all mess up, even gods.”
The person’s face is pretty beaten in, and they are very unconscious. Damian begins playing once more:
Ash shrugs "Still seems bad."
"More some than others.." she takes it, examining it "I kinda starved myself..."
Donn sighs and sets them down gently
“Again, if you turned infernal, would you rather burn forever having no control over your own actions, or be freed from it all?”
“Oh you did, then let me help you out. I’ll make you something to eat, I’m a decent cook. Do you have any tarrasque?”
Damian sees them doing such and calls over to them “Hey there, I wouldn’t help them if I were you. Scum of the earth I’d call them.”
"I rather die than get burned.." he shrugged.
"I can only eat blood. Anything else tastes like ash and makes me vomit."
"How so?'
“Then I am in the right, and you are arguing pointlessly.”
“Oh. Then take some of mine, if you were wondering I’ve got loads to spare. Although it is a bit warm.”
“Harassing one of the people here, decided to teach them the difference between flirting and harassment. Then I beat them for continuing regardless.”
"Not really mate.." he scratches the back of his neck "If yer killing people just cause they're going to hell, seems like your diverting fate."
"I-I couldn't. In order to eat, I drain a body. Leaving it a husk. My partner doesn't want me to kill anyone anymore..."
"Mn, disgusting. I'll take care of him." He said.
He looks at them, his eyes confused “Do you not understand what going infernal means? Or does it mean something different here?”
“Firstly that sounds pretty toxic from your partner. Secondly you don’t have to worry about that, I’ve died before, and at this point no one will stop me from leaving hell.”
“If you want to, I’d rather leave them to learn their lesson in the dirt.”
"No no, I know what infernal means but it's fate. If they were ebad, then they go down".
"I know he's toxic, I am too..." She muttered, running her hand through her hair.
"It's okay, I'll take care of him for ya."
“Yeah it definitely means something different here. Going infernal is random, anyone can go infernal no matter how they were in life.”
“Well if you’re toxic then you would have already drained my blood. Don’t worry about it so much. You are good.”
“You do that I suppose. If you want to enjoy yourself though, I’ll always be here, playing the lute.” He does exactly that.
*If Wendigo wants to continue this.*
"Mn..." He shrugs and sighs "I don't know man."
She shrugs and fidgets with the bouquet "I am... Worse than anyone probably thought..."
Donn tilts his head and scoops the body up over his shoulder.
“Fair enough, I do it because I think it’s right, but who knows. I might be a monster.” He watches the body turn to ash and blow away in the wind
“Everyone is worse than they want to be. If you were perfect you’d be dead. You have to believe in yourself or no one will.”
Damian doesn’t mind it, but they feel something in the man’s pocket, really hot.
Ash sighs and sip his coffee "That's kinda a bummer..'
"I can't believe myself! I don't know how!" She yells, her nails digging into her palms and painting her flesh red "I have never, since day one, believed I can be better and every time I try, I fail!"
*Making yet another character cuz my brain doesn't shut up*
(Nice. Want to rp?)
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So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
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(how are you)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
*Intro time :D*
There had been fliers around the town for a few days it seems, an advertisement for a performance that had gotten the townsfolk stirred up with excitement. And the time had finally come, a stage somehow having been set up overnight for the performance, empty for now as people gather in the towns square, a soft murmer rippling through the crowd
Ash wanders over, watching from the back quietly.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
A subtle smoke spreads over the stage and down into the crowd, light flickering into the air. As the crowd goes quiet, a thundering boom echos out from the center of the stage, whipping the smoke up into the air and away from the stage for a moment, and when it settles, a band is there, already set up. Theres a guitarist, drummer, pianist, and finally a singer who grabs a mic infront of him a crackle of electricity racing through it down into the wire connecting it to the speakers. The man, who seems to be an elf of some sort with pale skin and silver eyes, their black hair short as they speak into the mic, voice almost hypnotic "Thank you all for coming, and thank you for this warm welcome. I hope you enjoy the show." he smiles, as they start to play
*aw, is quiet now*
*Sorry, a 10 year old's mother is trying to rope me into running a D&D campaign for her children*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*oof, sorry to hear that.*
*Take your time, i don't mind waiting ^^*
(back)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
*I'm back now*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*Wendi*
*I want to make a Spirited Away inspired tavern*
*What do I do*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
(hey Lawrence)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
*If Wendigo wants to continue this.*
*Make it*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*Hey hon!*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"Mn..." He shrugs and sighs "I don't know man."
She shrugs and fidgets with the bouquet "I am... Worse than anyone probably thought..."
Donn tilts his head and scoops the body up over his shoulder.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
(how are ya)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
“Fair enough, I do it because I think it’s right, but who knows. I might be a monster.” He watches the body turn to ash and blow away in the wind
“Everyone is worse than they want to be. If you were perfect you’d be dead. You have to believe in yourself or no one will.”
Damian doesn’t mind it, but they feel something in the man’s pocket, really hot.
*Making yet another character cuz my brain doesn't shut up*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Ash sighs and sip his coffee "That's kinda a bummer..'
"I can't believe myself! I don't know how!" She yells, her nails digging into her palms and painting her flesh red "I have never, since day one, believed I can be better and every time I try, I fail!"
Donn searches it, eyes narrowed.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
(Nice. Want to rp?)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover