Druella had never been known for being appeasing nor Victorian. When they were younger he quite liked the edge she carried.
Her chin tilted upward as her eyes met his, not backing away an inch.
โ โ { She shouldnโt be ๐๐ฃ๐จ๐ช๐ก๐ฉ๐๐ฃ๐ him at all. His form towering over hers while Cygnus stares down, admiring that cruel ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ข๐ถ๐ต๐บ๏ผ }
Features forming into a look of concern while he speaks. โThatโs so awful, heโs such an ugly crier.โ lips form a thin line, โwell, I trust you to tell him to go fuck himself and get over it.โ
โ โ โ well, fuck โโ heโs floundering.
โheโs . . .โ chewing over his words carefully . . . โheartbroken, something about you not saying good morning to him. i told him, he was being ridiculous but, well, i couldnโt work out the response through the tears.โ