๐ซ๐๐๐๐ ๐ฑ๐๐๐๐ & ๐ป๐๐ ๐บ๐๐ใ If the rest of the world was silver, Daisy was ๐๐ค๐ก๐. ใ
'I am not a muse. I am ๐ก๐ฉ๐ somebody. End of fucking story.'
โโยฟDe verdad tengo que decirlo?
Los ojos ruedan sobre las cuencas, la sonrisa cae de lado. Ni uno de los seis ha escapado a la visiรณn de sus botecitos de pastillas y Daisy tampoco es que vaya a hacerse la tonta. Le da completamente igual lo que piensen de eso.
ยฟcon las baquetas? sรญโฆ siempre tengo que tenerlas cerca โโse lo dice con un tono burlรณn en la voz, aunque iba completamente en serioโโ. ยฟtรบ quรฉ necesitas cerca para dormir?
โโ @bythehoneycomb
A copper shadow darkened the surface of the water for a second as Daisy Jones reached for the edge of the pool. A glass of white wine, half empy, layed abandoned there as testimony of the lacking of pills. It had been a while since Billy told her to ยป
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ยซ wet hairlock making contact with the paper at some point.
" I'm sorry. " She muttered looking sideways into his eye and putting her hair aside. " It's nothing like nature-y or...Whatever. I think it's quite miserable but you can judge for yourself. " She handed Billy ยป
Sonrรญe con cierta diversiรณn al captar las baquetas por el rabillo del ojo.
โโDime una cosa, ยฟtambiรฉn duermes con ellas? โโBromea, ya inmersa en el abrazo.
@bythehoneycomb โ
ยซ Billy's command so she didn't even change clothes and simply sat down in front of him, her notebook firmly clutched against her legs. She skimmed through her notes.
" Okay. Actually that Aurora idea of yours wasn't completely bad. What have you been doing without me? " ยป