‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝒸𝚒͟𝚌͟𝚊͟𝚍͟𝚊‍ ‍ ‍𝓈𝚘͟𝚗͟𝚐。

⠀⟢ ⠀﹑ ⠀𖦹𝐡， what ⠀ i ⠀ b͟e͟c͟o͟m͟e ⠀ when ⠀ 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐭 ⠀ gives ⠀ to ⠀ 𝙱𝙻𝙰𝙳𝙴 ⠀ ⦂ ⠀ 𝑎 ⠀ 𝑠𝑐𝑢𝑙𝑝𝑡𝑜𝑟， a ⠀ sovereign ⠀ of ⠀𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐰，

[‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝒸𝚒͟𝚌͟𝚊͟𝚍͟𝚊‍ ‍ ‍𝓈𝚘͟𝚗͟𝚐。 @grtesquerie]

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⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ﴾ ℘ ⁎ ֯ ✞ ﴿
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ https://t.co/a2MxDtFBBN
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[‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝒸𝚒͟𝚌͟𝚊͟𝚍͟𝚊‍ ‍ ‍𝓈𝚘͟𝚗͟𝚐。 @grtesquerie]

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[ studies his progress. satisfied, he moves to the other side. ] well, that’s alright. you’re a journalist ⎯⎯ your hands are made for writing. [ lightly taps the underside of her chin with the scissors. ] look forward.
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[‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ˡᶦᵗᵗˡᵉ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ 𝗮͟𝗻͟𝗴͟𝗲͟𝗹͟， ‍ ⛪︎ @iamrotted]

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₍ grins up. goes cross——eyed trying to watch the blades. ₎ your hands are steadier than mine. the last time i did it, i almost messed it up.
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[‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝒸𝚒͟𝚌͟𝚊͟𝚍͟𝚊‍ ‍ ‍𝓈𝚘͟𝚗͟𝚐。 @grtesquerie]

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no, i do. i 𝒶lways do. [ catches the childlike shift of her hands and suppresses a smile. ] i was only curious. [ * 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠 who they ask for favors ⎯⎯ who they invite to stand this close. ]
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[‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ˡᶦᵗᵗˡᵉ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ 𝗮͟𝗻͟𝗴͟𝗲͟𝗹͟， ‍ ⛪︎ @iamrotted]

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₍ has to sit on their hands to keep themself statuesque. ₎ i normally do it myself. what, have you got not five minutes to give me a hand?
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[‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝒸𝚒͟𝚌͟𝚊͟𝚍͟𝚊‍ ‍ ‍𝓈𝚘͟𝚗͟𝚐。 @grtesquerie]

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[ takes a section of scarlet hair between his fingers, pulling the strands taut, like thread in a loom. carefully snips at the ends; following given guidelines, of course. ] you don’t have someone else who does this for you?
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[‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ˡᶦᵗᵗˡᵉ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ 𝗮͟𝗻͟𝗴͟𝗲͟𝗹͟， ‍ ⛪︎ @iamrotted]

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₍ dove takes perch with a flourish of her skirt. holds index horizontally across point of nose. ₎ don’t cut below here, okay? otherwise it’ll look stupid.
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[ً @sewerscribe]

my flesh- a husk.

[‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝒸𝚒͟𝚌͟𝚊͟𝚍͟𝚊‍ ‍ ‍𝓈𝚘͟𝚗͟𝚐。 @grtesquerie]

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[ picks up the scissors and tips his chin toward a stool. ] then have a seat.
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[‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ˡᶦᵗᵗˡᵉ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ 𝗮͟𝗻͟𝗴͟𝗲͟𝗹͟， ‍ ⛪︎ @iamrotted]

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of course i can sit still. * 😒 the scissors are on the side.
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[‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝒸𝚒͟𝚌͟𝚊͟𝚍͟𝚊‍ ‍ ‍𝓈𝚘͟𝚗͟𝚐。 @grtesquerie]

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if you can sit still, yes.
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[‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ˡᶦᵗᵗˡᵉ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ 𝗮͟𝗻͟𝗴͟𝗲͟𝗹͟， ‍ ⛪︎ @iamrotted]

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can you help me cut my fringe @grtesquerie
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[‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝒸𝚒͟𝚌͟𝚊͟𝚍͟𝚊‍ ‍ ‍𝓈𝚘͟𝚗͟𝚐。 @grtesquerie]

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+ jawbone, akin to the slow tick of a clock hand. 〝 ‘𝑏𝑢𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠’ is depending on your answer. 〞
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[‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝒸𝚒͟𝚌͟𝚊͟𝚍͟𝚊‍ ‍ ‍𝓈𝚘͟𝚗͟𝚐。 @grtesquerie]

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enter : 𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑒, at last. pays her inquiry no mind ⎯⎯ just grins from ear—to—ear, watching as the excitement in her eyes withers like dead leaves. 〝 there she is. 〞 he chimes, drinking in his * admirer, his shadow : a face +
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[‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝚖𝚊𝚍‚ ‍ 𝚖𝚊𝚍‍ ‍ 𝔤𝚒͟𝚛͟𝚕⁎ @guillotineteeth]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
a bag of grain feed rests on her hip, softly huffing from the effort of hauling it as she approaches the barn ⎯⎯ a familiar melody catching her ear. her breathing slows, senses dizzying, suddenly ﹙ … ﹚

[‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝒸𝚒͟𝚌͟𝚊͟𝚍͟𝚊‍ ‍ ‍𝓈𝚘͟𝚗͟𝚐。 @grtesquerie]

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+ and grant ignores it, boring holes into ‘𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑒.’ the chesire killer’s voice comes low and satin soft, like something reserved for the closest of companions, 〝 can i 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑠𝑡 you, camila? 〞 gently taps knife against goat’s +
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[‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝒸𝚒͟𝚌͟𝚊͟𝚍͟𝚊‍ ‍ ‍𝓈𝚘͟𝚗͟𝚐。 @grtesquerie]

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+ steadily gripping the knife. settled comfortably in position, now, cloaked in the shadows, hostage held still. softly humming to the tune of ‘𝑡𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑔 …
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[‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝒸𝚒͟𝚌͟𝚊͟𝚍͟𝚊‍ ‍ ‍𝓈𝚘͟𝚗͟𝚐。 @grtesquerie]

⠀
as he stepped into the barn, greeted by the earthy, sun—baked aroma of hay, he wondered if @guillotineteeth was expecting him ( after all, she’d proved herself fond of cataloging his movements ); as he leaped into the goat pen, +
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[‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝒸𝚒͟𝚌͟𝚊͟𝚍͟𝚊‍ ‍ ‍𝓈𝚘͟𝚗͟𝚐。 @grtesquerie]

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+ wrestled a beady—eyed buck and brought his switchblade to its white throat, he wondered if camila itched for his teeth at her jugular.

the goat bleats and writhes ⎯⎯ grant straps a toned arm around its body, opposite hand +
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[َ @uptoherthroat]

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⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ﴾ ℘ ⁎ ֯ 🔎 ﴿
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[‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝒸𝚒͟𝚌͟𝚊͟𝚍͟𝚊‍ ‍ ‍𝓈𝚘͟𝚗͟𝚐。 @grtesquerie]

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+ grave ... or maybe it fell out when you were running from me … or when i was dragging you by the ankles ... but, you better hurry ⎯⎯ it’d be a shame if you missed your shift. 〞
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[‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝒸𝚒͟𝚌͟𝚊͟𝚍͟𝚊‍ ‍ ‍𝓈𝚘͟𝚗͟𝚐。 @grtesquerie]

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〝 to 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤. 〞 he repeats, scoffing, half amused by her audacity, half piqued by it. the sun trickles through the lacework of tree branches, warming the black blazer clinging to his back; he soaks in the heat, lets it sing a +
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[‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝓩𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚎 ‍ ┈ ‍ ᴳᴵ͟ᴿ͟ᴸ⁎ @maggothearted]

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lowering her shirt, a scoff ⎯⎯ freed hands brushing away bramble entangled in her hair. “home. to shower.” eyes the dirt—stricken ponytail on her wrist, before she pulls her hair out of her ﹙ … ﹚

[‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝒸𝚒͟𝚌͟𝚊͟𝚍͟𝚊‍ ‍ ‍𝓈𝚘͟𝚗͟𝚐。 @grtesquerie]

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+ lullaby to the buzzing beneath his skin, and listens as god reminds him he was born to hunt beneath the cloak of 𝐧ight. pressing tongue against the inside of his cheek, shrugging unsympathetically, 〝 maybe you should check your +
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[‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝒸𝚒͟𝚌͟𝚊͟𝚍͟𝚊‍ ‍ ‍𝓈𝚘͟𝚗͟𝚐。 @grtesquerie]

https://t.co/v2YA2om3WD

[‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝒸𝚒͟𝚌͟𝚊͟𝚍͟𝚊‍ ‍ ‍𝓈𝚘͟𝚗͟𝚐。 @grtesquerie]

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⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ 𝟶𝟶𝟸 ⟢ m͟e͟d͟i͟a𓈒
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[‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝒸𝚒͟𝚌͟𝚊͟𝚍͟𝚊‍ ‍ ‍𝓈𝚘͟𝚗͟𝚐。 @grtesquerie]

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⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ﴾ ℘ ⁎ ֯ ✞ ﴿
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ https://t.co/a2MxDtFBBN
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[‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝒸𝚒͟𝚌͟𝚊͟𝚍͟𝚊‍ ‍ ‍𝓈𝚘͟𝚗͟𝚐。 @grtesquerie]

https://t.co/cFs2CHossZ

[‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝒸𝚒͟𝚌͟𝚊͟𝚍͟𝚊‍ ‍ ‍𝓈𝚘͟𝚗͟𝚐。 @grtesquerie]

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⠀ ⠀⠀ 𝟶𝟶𝟷 ⟢ h͟e͟a͟d͟c͟a͟n͟o͟n͟s𓈒
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