「 w r a i t h . 」

why should i be the one to live up to my name? / 21+ mun / pfp : @_etoriaka_

[「 w r a i t h . 」 @faalschung]

ㅤㅤ「ʙᴜᴛ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ...?」
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴜʙᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜɪɴ ᴍᴇ ɢʀᴏᴡꜱ
ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ....
ㅤ
ㅤ× #OCRP #MVRP
ㅤ× ʟɪᴠɪɴɢ ɪɴᴋ
ㅤ× ʟᴇᴡᴅ/ɴᴏɴ-ʟᴇᴡᴅ
ㅤ× ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇꜱ ᴏᴋ
ㅤ× ᴍᴏꜱᴛʟʏ ꜱᴇʀɪᴏᴜꜱ/ᴄʀᴀᴄᴋ
ㅤ× ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟ ᴠᴀʀɪᴇꜱ

[「 w r a i t h . 」 @faalschung]

// and then she plunges her hand into his chest and grips his heart to inform him he left the tops of the bookshelves undusted

just to give him a little fear it's good for him

(joking, obv)

[「 w r a i t h . 」 @faalschung]

@Laevatxinn Company sought for company's sake. She nuzzles into his neck, seeking to make a better bed of him yet.

[「 w r a i t h . 」 @faalschung]

@Laevatxinn

Behold, a once in a lifetime event. She comes to him.

No glowering, no bristling - only a wary glance, walking up to him while he lounges in idlery. A dainty hand with dainty fingers daintily fixes his messy locks into what aesthetically pleases her on him.

[「 w r a i t h . 」 @faalschung]

@Laevatxinn He is so very warm, compared to her.
Her hand dares to slip up his torso, to rest atop his chest, searching for a heartbeat to feel in her palm. The only stimulation she desires.

It is, from whatever angle you wish to scrutinize, a loving tangle.

[「 w r a i t h . 」 @faalschung]

She has offered nothing in the way of explanation or even a demand to use him as a seat in the first place. She has taken it as if they've already had the arrangement in place.

[「 w r a i t h . 」 @faalschung]

Her hands fold atop one another over her stomach... and she rests her head against his shoulder, all her proper posture slipping into something more comfortable against another living being.

Her eyes flutter closed, and she sighs, relaxed.

[「 w r a i t h . 」 @faalschung]

// "why not just log out of-" no. what if i miss something i'll never interact with

[「 w r a i t h . 」 @faalschung]

// i wish webtwt let you log into more than 5 accounts

i kinda want to do more on poppy, o, the self-oc.........

[「 w r a i t h . 」 @faalschung]

And she'll do it openly. You only have what I tell you she's doing. What she's willing to openly disclose.

I think you ought to take another look at your books.

[「 w r a i t h . 」 @faalschung]

Such a sweet girl who keeps to herself, with such a sad and lonely existence, you wouldn't suspect her of having ulterior motives would you?

[「 w r a i t h . 」 @faalschung]

What could she do? What could she use you for?

You might be surprised what someone who fought tooth, claw and nail to extend her life would go out of her way for.

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@TheCovetedWolf "... I-I don't get to go out very far, b-but I saw the chance to..."

And she sure knows how to pick her opportunities, always running into the scariest, violent men she can find. This one seems more approachable than the rest somehow.

"... I don't think you're a villain."

[「 w r a i t h . 」 @faalschung]

@TheCovetedWolf "A-a wandering Wraith."

A corporeal ghost and nothing more, clutching the hardcover like a lifeline. At its mention, her grip eases and she holds it out, letting the pages rapidly fan open.
It's front-loaded with depictions of weapons, and the latter half is completely blank.

[「 w r a i t h . 」 @faalschung]

@TheCovetedWolf And after the brief shock, she almost looks offended. Scaring her just to scare her.

"... v-villain, but not one i-i-in control. Y-you sound like you, resent it."

[「 w r a i t h . 」 @faalschung]

@TheCovetedWolf Flinching back, her fingers slide to the edges of the book cover as if to open it wide. The sudden roar of malicious energy makes a black bead of 'sweat' roll down from her temple - she stands there unnerved and stunned that defensive measures weren't needed after all.

[「 w r a i t h . 」 @faalschung]

@TheCovetedWolf "But - d-d-do you think it fits?" she presses.

Such scenery is all too familiar. Uncared for, encroached upon, looked after by a solitary soul that has no reason to abandon it nor look after it.

"... and how do 'they' keep you there?"