the hall.
β wait β .Ν.Ν.β late to ππππ .α£ β bright smile faded into mild confusion. she glanced down at the papers in her hand before looking around. β am π supposed to be somewhere right now .α£ β
she barely had enough time to return the affection or get one more word in before he was already moving again.
β uh β― yes .α£ β
jean called after him, the answer arriving a second too late as his footsteps echoed from halfway across
the second he spots her , it was as if his feet break the floor in a skid . screeching sound while halting as quick as he could . a jog back to her , though still in a rush . hands hold her face , quick kiss to her forehead , β΄
swerving as he rushed past, the movement sending her files slipping from her grasp.
β woah .α β
the items suspend in a shimmer of telekinetic force before guided back into her hand.
β i just got deja vu, β she grins. β hi, honey. β
πππππππππ‘ππ was probably the most overused word to describe their strange family, and itβs still somehow not enough. it didnβt quite capture how messy, passionate, stubborn, and convoluted they all were. yet despite everything, despite
βi know he cares,β lorna scoffs with a weak smile.
she swallows a few times as she surveys the thinning crowd of students passing through the foyer. her eyes move back to jeanβs, the edges of her smile wavering a bit.
kind of assurance she hoped lorna would hear beneath those words. no pressure nor expectations β― just the promise that sheβd be here whenever sheβs ready to delve deep into whatever sheβs been holding back.
thumb brushed once across the