// Just a little PSA, that most seem to forget. Your partners? Everyone you interact with? They are not mindless writing machines with endless muse. The point I am coming to with this is this: you have little idea as to what may be happening behind the screen. So please, +
her gaze lowers to the ground. lips unfurl and part, as she speaks in such a lilting tone as a rose spins betwixt fingers.
a exhale.
“ beauty is everywhere... “
but yet, why does darkness linger?
sylleblossoms... they are her sister's favourite. the sister who does not know of her existence. a soft sigh, as the blue flower falls from her hand.
it is crushed beneath her feet as stormy, violet eyes weep and a raging tempest surrounds her. it's a furore.