𝙽𝙰𝚈𝙰.

—⠀⠀⠀🕯️* ⠀ a ⠀ dreamer ⠀ who ⠀ forgot ⠀ to ⠀ dream.

[𝙽𝙰𝚈𝙰. @EXHEALR]

https://t.co/gzC4a7ftyu

[𝙳𝚁. 𝙰𝚁𝚂𝙻𝙰𝙽. @laepilogues]

https://t.co/5bQfnBQj4L

[𝙽𝙰𝚈𝙰. @EXHEALR]

|: As I attempt to gather muse back, please feel free to interact with my new baby, @vampyrenne! 🫶🏼

[𝗗𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗛 ‍𝗗𝗘𝗙𝗜𝗘𝗥. @heirtolazarus]

https://t.co/QYkuo4Zd2q

[֯ ⁎ 𓉸ྀི @doverots]

i am someone who did not die when i should have died.

[۟ @sidereumnoxe]

⠀your pain is eased, but you’ll never be free.

[𝙽𝙰𝚈𝙰. @EXHEALR]

Lost are the days of my patience.

[𝙽𝙰𝚈𝙰. @EXHEALR]

She can’t look that bad.

[𝙽𝙰𝚈𝙰. @EXHEALR]

Why does every person she comes across asks if she slept. Why.

[𝙽𝙰𝚈𝙰. @EXHEALR]

Well, he’s not wrong.
In her defense, she tried to warn them. To step away and refrain from coming any closer.

That is incredibly kind of him.

[ The Bat. @STEALTHTACTlCS]

He can only assume the other person she fought is worse off. In any case, he will tend to said wounds.

[𝐉𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒. @EYEOFALIAS]

https://t.co/cirlyQ4Mv5

[𝙽𝙰𝚈𝙰. @EXHEALR]

A back scratcher.
They exist for a reason.

[⌯⌯ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴜɴɪsʜᴇʀ ⌯⁍ @Castle0fGrief]

what else is he suppose to use?

[𝙽𝙰𝚈𝙰. @EXHEALR]

He’s not serious.

[⌯⌯ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴜɴɪsʜᴇʀ ⌯⁍ @Castle0fGrief]

⠀
using a hunting knife
to scratch his back. .
⠀

[𝙽𝙰𝚈𝙰. @EXHEALR]

Two wounds on her arm, a bruised eye, and a bleeding nose.

:)

[ The Bat. @STEALTHTACTlCS]

Part of the charm of being the symbol of the night.

How bad is her injuries?

[𝙽𝙰𝚈𝙰. @EXHEALR]

You’re … really intimidating standing in the shadows, you know?

[ The Bat. @STEALTHTACTlCS]

Hm? Well, well, well.

[𝙽𝙰𝚈𝙰. @EXHEALR]

Yeah, been a while.
Yeah, she’s alive —— barely.

[𝙽𝙰𝚈𝙰. @EXHEALR]

. . . Ahem.

[𝙽𝙰𝚈𝙰. @EXHEALR]

@TheWakandanKing « familiar and famed face of the man that stood opposite her took her by surprise. Mouth agape, the ex-healer took a minute before lastly uttering something.

“Your Majesty,” said Naya, opening the aforementioned door wider, a silent invite.

“. . How can I help you?”

[𝙽𝙰𝚈𝙰. @EXHEALR]

@TheWakandanKing « placed said muffins on the table, then rushed to the entryway — giving herself a brisk glance in the mirror; a little tug here and there, moving strands of hair away. Naya straightened her posture before opening the door — initially, she assumed it was a friend, but the »