A Tabaxi, about 5'2 which is rather short for their species, walks along the path. They carry a travelers back that is packed full of something. A length of rope in on one side while on the other is a collapsible tent. They appear to be around the species of the Scottish fold, with short grey fur and an extremely long tail that is longer than their body. They wear a black crop top and a brown leather jacket with fleece lining and a pair of black shorts. They wear multiple items of wooden jewelry that seems to be hand carved.
Loriche is working on building the frame for a new siege engine, and the process is a very loud one.
They raise a brow, their fur bristling a bit
Loriche is absorbed in the Leichttraktor-like design, bolting the supports on.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
A Tabaxi, about 5'2 which is rather short for their species, walks along the path. They carry a travelers back that is packed full of something. A length of rope in on one side while on the other is a collapsible tent. They appear to be around the species of the Scottish fold, with short grey fur and a extremely long tail that is longer than their body. They wear a black crop top and a brown leather jacket with fleece lining and a pair of black shorts. They wear multiple items of wooden jewelry that seems to be hand carved.
Following along behind them is a slightly taller Tabaxi, standing at 5'4 with a wide and slightly heavy set stature. He carries a medium sized pouch, with a leather messenger bag strung over his shoulder. He appears to be a member of the Bobtail species with mid length, light brown fur and a short tail. He wears a backwards hat, a black trenchcoat over a shirt that says "Power Word: Thrill" In aggressive letters, as well as black cargo pants and combat boots.
The smaller one grins "Where ya thinking we should set up?" They ask, grinning, their tail flicking about.
A Tabaxi, about 5'2 which is rather short for their species, walks along the path. They carry a travelers back that is packed full of something. A length of rope in on one side while on the other is a collapsible tent. They appear to be around the species of the Scottish fold, with short grey fur and an extremely long tail that is longer than their body. They wear a black crop top and a brown leather jacket with fleece lining and a pair of black shorts. They wear multiple items of wooden jewelry that seems to be hand carved.
Loriche is working on building the frame for a new siege engine, and the process is a very loud one.
They raise a brow, their fur bristling a bit
Loriche is absorbed in the Leichttraktor-like design, bolting the supports on.
They walk over and silently crouch down beside them "Hey, whatcha doing?"
*seeing as how Saphuno was supposed to my therapist character, and jester was just too charming with Damian, I have a gift for you guys. In the spirit of the chilly season, I give you this milf, with a policy of non-exclusivity. (edit: as in, she is willing to help and care for anybody, not truly interested in a romantic or sexual life, just making people feel loved. [also, pillow momma, super cuddly])*
It's been a few weeks since the destruction of the public garden, and now, within the boundaries of it, it seems as if a small, winter wonderland town has formed. It snows constantly within this square 2 1/2 mile area, and it seems like a small and cozy hideaway.
In the direct middle of the town, there is a large igloo that sports an open sign at the entrance. Those brave enough to enter pass into the threshold of a cozy cafe, run by a tall polar bear woman, with chubbiness to rival Saphuno's own. She seems approachable, and has a friendly look in her blue, slightly dull eyes.
*this shall not be buried.*
Riotan strides inside, moving slowly and gingerly as though his joints are sore. He seems irritated and bored.
"Hello, little one" Yuki says gently, adjusting her glasses. "Welcome to Aspen Cafe."
Riotan squints at her. “Oh. That’s what this place is?”
"Yes, child. Do you not know how to read, or have you injured your head, perhaps?" She says, tilting her head, concerned.
“I can read! I just didn’t look at the sign…”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
A Tabaxi, about 5'2 which is rather short for their species, walks along the path. They carry a travelers back that is packed full of something. A length of rope in on one side while on the other is a collapsible tent. They appear to be around the species of the Scottish fold, with short grey fur and an extremely long tail that is longer than their body. They wear a black crop top and a brown leather jacket with fleece lining and a pair of black shorts. They wear multiple items of wooden jewelry that seems to be hand carved.
Loriche is working on building the frame for a new siege engine, and the process is a very loud one.
They raise a brow, their fur bristling a bit
Loriche is absorbed in the Leichttraktor-like design, bolting the supports on.
They walk over and silently crouch down beside them "Hey, whatcha doing?"
“Oh hi!” She cranes her neck to look around and down at him. “Making a war machine.”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
A Tabaxi, about 5'2 which is rather short for their species, walks along the path. They carry a travelers back that is packed full of something. A length of rope in on one side while on the other is a collapsible tent. They appear to be around the species of the Scottish fold, with short grey fur and an extremely long tail that is longer than their body. They wear a black crop top and a brown leather jacket with fleece lining and a pair of black shorts. They wear multiple items of wooden jewelry that seems to be hand carved.
Loriche is working on building the frame for a new siege engine, and the process is a very loud one.
They raise a brow, their fur bristling a bit
Loriche is absorbed in the Leichttraktor-like design, bolting the supports on.
They walk over and silently crouch down beside them "Hey, whatcha doing?"
“Oh hi!” She cranes her neck to look around and down at him. “Making a war machine.”
A Tabaxi, about 5'2 which is rather short for their species, walks along the path. They carry a travelers back that is packed full of something. A length of rope in on one side while on the other is a collapsible tent. They appear to be around the species of the Scottish fold, with short grey fur and a extremely long tail that is longer than their body. They wear a black crop top and a brown leather jacket with fleece lining and a pair of black shorts. They wear multiple items of wooden jewelry that seems to be hand carved.
Following along behind them is a slightly taller Tabaxi, standing at 5'4 with a wide and slightly heavy set stature. He carries a medium sized pouch, with a leather messenger bag strung over his shoulder. He appears to be a member of the Bobtail species with mid length, light brown fur and a short tail. He wears a backwards hat, a black trenchcoat over a shirt that says "Power Word: Thrill" In aggressive letters, as well as black cargo pants and combat boots.
The smaller one grins "Where ya thinking we should set up?" They ask, grinning, their tail flicking about.
Zephyr rubs the underside of his chin, purring with thought. Shortly after, he points to a small clearing.
"Good idea!" They chirp and walk over, setting down their pack with a thud "Man, if I knew we'd be hauling all this, I would've put all my points in strength" they joke.
A Tabaxi, about 5'2 which is rather short for their species, walks along the path. They carry a travelers back that is packed full of something. A length of rope in on one side while on the other is a collapsible tent. They appear to be around the species of the Scottish fold, with short grey fur and an extremely long tail that is longer than their body. They wear a black crop top and a brown leather jacket with fleece lining and a pair of black shorts. They wear multiple items of wooden jewelry that seems to be hand carved.
Loriche is working on building the frame for a new siege engine, and the process is a very loud one.
They raise a brow, their fur bristling a bit
Loriche is absorbed in the Leichttraktor-like design, bolting the supports on.
They walk over and silently crouch down beside them "Hey, whatcha doing?"
“Oh hi!” She cranes her neck to look around and down at him. “Making a war machine.”
They chuckle "Why?'
“To blow up my friend’s house.” She answers nonchalantly.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
A Tabaxi, about 5'2 which is rather short for their species, walks along the path. They carry a travelers back that is packed full of something. A length of rope in on one side while on the other is a collapsible tent. They appear to be around the species of the Scottish fold, with short grey fur and an extremely long tail that is longer than their body. They wear a black crop top and a brown leather jacket with fleece lining and a pair of black shorts. They wear multiple items of wooden jewelry that seems to be hand carved.
Loriche is working on building the frame for a new siege engine, and the process is a very loud one.
They raise a brow, their fur bristling a bit
Loriche is absorbed in the Leichttraktor-like design, bolting the supports on.
They walk over and silently crouch down beside them "Hey, whatcha doing?"
“Oh hi!” She cranes her neck to look around and down at him. “Making a war machine.”
They chuckle "Why?'
“To blow up my friend’s house.” She answers nonchalantly.
"Why man? Why you gotta harsh the vibes like that?"
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
*seeing as how Saphuno was supposed to my therapist character, and jester was just too charming with Damian, I have a gift for you guys. In the spirit of the chilly season, I give you this milf, with a policy of non-exclusivity. (edit: as in, she is willing to help and care for anybody, not truly interested in a romantic or sexual life, just making people feel loved. [also, pillow momma, super cuddly])*
It's been a few weeks since the destruction of the public garden, and now, within the boundaries of it, it seems as if a small, winter wonderland town has formed. It snows constantly within this square 2 1/2 mile area, and it seems like a small and cozy hideaway.
In the direct middle of the town, there is a large igloo that sports an open sign at the entrance. Those brave enough to enter pass into the threshold of a cozy cafe, run by a tall polar bear woman, with chubbiness to rival Saphuno's own. She seems approachable, and has a friendly look in her blue, slightly dull eyes.
*this shall not be buried.*
Riotan strides inside, moving slowly and gingerly as though his joints are sore. He seems irritated and bored.
"Hello, little one" Yuki says gently, adjusting her glasses. "Welcome to Aspen Cafe."
Riotan squints at her. “Oh. That’s what this place is?”
"Yes, child. Do you not know how to read, or have you injured your head, perhaps?" She says, tilting her head, concerned.
“I can read! I just didn’t look at the sign…”
"Okay, hun, no need to shout." She says softly, smiling at him. "Can I get you anything? Or, maybe you need to talk, and be held?"
Rio blinks and grimaces. “Alright ma’am, I don’t know what you’ve got going on, but I’m not some degenerate with mother issues.”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
A Tabaxi, about 5'2 which is rather short for their species, walks along the path. They carry a travelers back that is packed full of something. A length of rope in on one side while on the other is a collapsible tent. They appear to be around the species of the Scottish fold, with short grey fur and an extremely long tail that is longer than their body. They wear a black crop top and a brown leather jacket with fleece lining and a pair of black shorts. They wear multiple items of wooden jewelry that seems to be hand carved.
Loriche is working on building the frame for a new siege engine, and the process is a very loud one.
They raise a brow, their fur bristling a bit
Loriche is absorbed in the Leichttraktor-like design, bolting the supports on.
They walk over and silently crouch down beside them "Hey, whatcha doing?"
“Oh hi!” She cranes her neck to look around and down at him. “Making a war machine.”
They chuckle "Why?'
“To blow up my friend’s house.” She answers nonchalantly.
"Why man? Why you gotta harsh the vibes like that?"
“No, no, the house is evil. It’s, like, alive. And it won’t let him leave.”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
A Tabaxi, about 5'2 which is rather short for their species, walks along the path. They carry a travelers back that is packed full of something. A length of rope in on one side while on the other is a collapsible tent. They appear to be around the species of the Scottish fold, with short grey fur and an extremely long tail that is longer than their body. They wear a black crop top and a brown leather jacket with fleece lining and a pair of black shorts. They wear multiple items of wooden jewelry that seems to be hand carved.
Loriche is working on building the frame for a new siege engine, and the process is a very loud one.
They raise a brow, their fur bristling a bit
Loriche is absorbed in the Leichttraktor-like design, bolting the supports on.
They walk over and silently crouch down beside them "Hey, whatcha doing?"
“Oh hi!” She cranes her neck to look around and down at him. “Making a war machine.”
They chuckle "Why?'
“To blow up my friend’s house.” She answers nonchalantly.
"Why man? Why you gotta harsh the vibes like that?"
“No, no, the house is evil. It’s, like, alive. And it won’t let him leave.”
"Okay, sure. I've tripped before but you're just crazy crazy.' they shrug and chuckles.
A Tabaxi, about 5'2 which is rather short for their species, walks along the path. They carry a travelers back that is packed full of something. A length of rope in on one side while on the other is a collapsible tent. They appear to be around the species of the Scottish fold, with short grey fur and an extremely long tail that is longer than their body. They wear a black crop top and a brown leather jacket with fleece lining and a pair of black shorts. They wear multiple items of wooden jewelry that seems to be hand carved.
Loriche is working on building the frame for a new siege engine, and the process is a very loud one.
They raise a brow, their fur bristling a bit
Loriche is absorbed in the Leichttraktor-like design, bolting the supports on.
They walk over and silently crouch down beside them "Hey, whatcha doing?"
“Oh hi!” She cranes her neck to look around and down at him. “Making a war machine.”
They chuckle "Why?'
“To blow up my friend’s house.” She answers nonchalantly.
"Why man? Why you gotta harsh the vibes like that?"
“No, no, the house is evil. It’s, like, alive. And it won’t let him leave.”
"Okay, sure. I've tripped before but you're just crazy crazy.' they shrug and chuckles.
“I’m not crazy! It’s magic, you know? Bad magic!”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
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Loriche is absorbed in the Leichttraktor-like design, bolting the supports on.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
The smaller one grins "Where ya thinking we should set up?" They ask, grinning, their tail flicking about.
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
They walk over and silently crouch down beside them "Hey, whatcha doing?"
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
“I can read! I just didn’t look at the sign…”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Oh hi!” She cranes her neck to look around and down at him. “Making a war machine.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
They chuckle "Why?'
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
"Good idea!" They chirp and walk over, setting down their pack with a thud "Man, if I knew we'd be hauling all this, I would've put all my points in strength" they joke.
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
“To blow up my friend’s house.” She answers nonchalantly.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Why man? Why you gotta harsh the vibes like that?"
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
(hi wendi)
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
*Hey mate, what's good.*
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
Rio blinks and grimaces. “Alright ma’am, I don’t know what you’ve got going on, but I’m not some degenerate with mother issues.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“No, no, the house is evil. It’s, like, alive. And it won’t let him leave.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Okay, sure. I've tripped before but you're just crazy crazy.' they shrug and chuckles.
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
“I’m not crazy! It’s magic, you know? Bad magic!”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.