𝖣𝖾𝗂𝗆𝗈𝗌

Tεяяσя ιѕ тнε кεч, ƒσя тнεяε'ѕ α ƒιиε lιиε вεтωεεи ραяαlчzιиg dяεαd αиd gαlναиιzιиg ƒяιgнт. || 𝙼𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝟸𝟷+ || 𝙰𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎

[𝖣𝖾𝗂𝗆𝗈𝗌 @DeviousEnmity]

-𝔻𝕖𝕚𝕞𝕠𝕤, 𝔾𝕠𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕋𝕖𝕣𝕣𝕠𝕣

-𝔾𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕜 𝕄𝕪𝕥𝕙 ℝℙ

[𝖣𝖾𝗂𝗆𝗈𝗌 @DeviousEnmity]

@DivineBearer Touché, but in my defense, I got busy.”

He took a seat beside her and reached towards the tray to grab a drink. He made a face as he examined the bottle of a moment. “Looks fruity, but as long as it has alcohol, I’ll manage.”

[𝖣𝖾𝗂𝗆𝗈𝗌 @DeviousEnmity]

@DivineBearer “Were you trying to use a carrier pigeon?”

[𝖣𝖾𝗂𝗆𝗈𝗌 @DeviousEnmity]

@LovesIncarnate || Zeus is like that. The ads have gotten fucking annoying.

[𝖣𝖾𝗂𝗆𝗈𝗌 @DeviousEnmity]

Good to know it’s still obvious. Although I’ve been making an exception lately.

[Hєвє @DivineBearer]

Always looking so done with everyone.

[𝖣𝖾𝗂𝗆𝗈𝗌 @DeviousEnmity]

@DivineBearer Truth be told, he knew exactly why she was pissed at him. He just wanted to get under her skin a little more just for the hell of it. To him, it was slightly entertaining. “Thinking isn’t my forte, you know this. Give me a hint. Did I forget your birthday?”

[𝖣𝖾𝗂𝗆𝗈𝗌 @DeviousEnmity]

@DivineBearer “Enjoying seems like the better option. For the sake of conversation, care to tell me why you may or may not be annoyed?”

[𝖣𝖾𝗂𝗆𝗈𝗌 @DeviousEnmity]

And for good reason.

[Hєвє @DivineBearer]

You know, I hear that excuse a lot.

[𝖣𝖾𝗂𝗆𝗈𝗌 @DeviousEnmity]

That’s for your benefit.

[Hєвє @DivineBearer]

That’s very cryptic.

[𝖣𝖾𝗂𝗆𝗈𝗌 @DeviousEnmity]

He’s been a little preoccupied lately.

[Hєвє @DivineBearer]

It’s already that kinda day. More importantly, where has he been?

[𝖣𝖾𝗂𝗆𝗈𝗌 @DeviousEnmity]

And not even passed breakfast time.

[𝖣𝖾𝗂𝗆𝗈𝗌 @DeviousEnmity]

@DivineBearer (C) discomfort was written in bold all over her face. It was slightly amazing to see her fidget.

“You look like you are out past curfew and afraid of being grounded. Relax.” He pushed one of the glasses across the able and over to her. “Drink up. It’ll make you feel better.”

[𝖣𝖾𝗂𝗆𝗈𝗌 @DeviousEnmity]

@DivineBearer (C) minute after they sat down, a waitress brought over two glasses and left the entire bottle of whiskey on the table before walking away. Just how he liked it.

As he filled the two glasses, he lifted his gaze and it was clear this wasn’t her scene. Her (c)