𝐥𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 a mess is simply an understatement. Puffy, baggy eyes & haphazard hair was what Stella was greeted with, ❛ M—Mum … ?Hi, 𝐈-𝐈'm fine, just … tired, like usual. Where were you ?❜
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𝐓𝗁𝖾 owlet’s form stirred at the sound of her mother’s voice. Slender hands push into the mattress so Octavia could lift herself up. Head cranes to face Stella, glowing magenta hues staring back to the lady. To say that Via
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