/ god forbid you come up with something on this platform and expect authors not to blindly rip your work .. apparently i’m asking for too much nowadays
“ no, no—-! just, your hair, ” lock held between two digits to broadcast over shoulder a moment. “ it’s getting * long. ” resuming braid, quietly, “ very pretty, ‘nyra. ”
exquisite crystal flute slipping, gleaming glass shards seemingly coating every inch of the courtyard, some too close to the pool for comfort. “ i just got one yesterday ! are my edges choppy ? dead ? ”
𝑠ilver brow furrowed—— faux pout as he bends. arch of foot beyond its limit, she sighs. “ your 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑟, ” finger to point, highlighting 𝑐rimso͟n print. “ 𝐟𝐮𝐧 afternoon ﹖ ”
⠀ turn of head first﹐ slow﹐ shoulders next﹒ “ you ought to grow an inch or two﹐ princess﹒ ” ... jaime bends nevertheless﹐ just a bit / just enough to make her work for it﹒ “ before my back gives out﹐ yes ﹖ ”
“ a little * 𝑖nconve͟nient. ” as honest as she comes, irises half—mooned toward remark. the chill of storm coaxes bumps along porcelain. jesting, “ the gods 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑡 have a plan ﹖ ”
𝓽͟𝗲𝗺𝗽. 𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗱 —— modern ﹠ fandomless portrayal of myrcella baratheon from a song of ice and fire. banter, serious, and crack. penned by https://t.co/B0RU5Byx6n she / her. twenty-one. filter by takenbywings.