ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ ᴏꜰ sᴡᴀɴ ᴛᴇᴀʀs 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ

[ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ ᴏꜰ sᴡᴀɴ ᴛᴇᴀʀs 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ @FORGEDFLORA]

put your ear to my heart or set your teeth against my throat, give me something pretty to wear beneath my blood—stained clothes .. my darling, the devil knows my name.

[ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ ᴏꜰ sᴡᴀɴ ᴛᴇᴀʀs 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ @FORGEDFLORA]

ᝰ ᥫ᭡ @sinfuloaths

[˛ 𝒔oul's 𝐜Ʀყ . @depthswail]

i loved you 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 than i love myself , that's the problem .

[ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ ᴏꜰ sᴡᴀɴ ᴛᴇᴀʀs 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ @FORGEDFLORA]

She is covered in spit-up and paint, wearing sleep deprivation like Prada.

“Seriously?” Of course her hot water would decided to stop working now.

[ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ ᴏꜰ sᴡᴀɴ ᴛᴇᴀʀs 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ @FORGEDFLORA]

@noisettehell Of course you would say that, heh. Soaking in the thralls of it all.

[ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ ᴏꜰ sᴡᴀɴ ᴛᴇᴀʀs 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ @FORGEDFLORA]

Absolutely, it’ll be fun. She understands exactly how she feels, she was the same way with her pregnancy.

[⁣⊹⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣𝓂𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐞 .ᐟ @wildflxwcr]

is she sure .ᐣ she's been getting more and more exhausted with this pregnancy .

[ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ ᴏꜰ sᴡᴀɴ ᴛᴇᴀʀs 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ @FORGEDFLORA]

@noisettehell Well, I dunno fame seems so overrated to her. Isn’t it exhausting?

[ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ ᴏꜰ sᴡᴀɴ ᴛᴇᴀʀs 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ @FORGEDFLORA]

Come here, she will make her a glass of sweet tea and brush her hair for her. Heck she will even wash it for her if she wants.

[⁣⊹⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣ ⁣𝓂𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐞 .ᐟ @wildflxwcr]

someone brush my hair , i'm lazy . 🫩*

[ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ ᴏꜰ sᴡᴀɴ ᴛᴇᴀʀs 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ @FORGEDFLORA]

@noisettehell Oh, that must be a very fun job.

[ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ ᴏꜰ sᴡᴀɴ ᴛᴇᴀʀs 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ @FORGEDFLORA]

The baby has been screaming for an hour and she can’t seem to figure out why.

Why don’t babies come with instructions again?!

[ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ ᴏꜰ sᴡᴀɴ ᴛᴇᴀʀs 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ @FORGEDFLORA]

Watching the sleeping child in their cradle, so perfectly innocent. Untouched by the sorrows and worries of the world.

Her heart broke for them. If only one could always remain so pure . . .

[ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ ᴏꜰ sᴡᴀɴ ᴛᴇᴀʀs 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ @FORGEDFLORA]

Yawning over a steaming mug of tea, bundle of babe and blanket cradled to her chest as she rocked slowly.

[ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ ᴏꜰ sᴡᴀɴ ᴛᴇᴀʀs 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ @FORGEDFLORA]

@noisettehell What kind of music does he play?

[ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ ᴏꜰ sᴡᴀɴ ᴛᴇᴀʀs 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ @FORGEDFLORA]

Sat before a canvas, paint marring her fair skin and fabric of the white dress she wore.

[ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ ᴏꜰ sᴡᴀɴ ᴛᴇᴀʀs 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ @FORGEDFLORA]

And yet he still remained and a growing pit began to swell within her core. Could it actually be him? Surely not . . .

[ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ ᴏꜰ sᴡᴀɴ ᴛᴇᴀʀs 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ @FORGEDFLORA]

It had been a while since she had last thought of @sinfuloaths. The dreams came like painful reminders of youth that seemed to be waning quicker than she’d care to admit, the glimpses in the grocery line when her imagination got the best of her.

He plagued her like an annoying —

[ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ ᴏꜰ sᴡᴀɴ ᴛᴇᴀʀs 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ @FORGEDFLORA]

song she couldn’t forget. Always in the back of her mind.

So when she caught sight of that all too familiar silhouette from across the room, bodies writhing between in time with the music, she knew it was simply her mind playing tricks.

She blinked once. Twice. Thrice. —