⠀ ⠀ https://t.co/0AJWITMlec open for interaction ⠀ㅤ﹕ㅤ♡︎ like to receive a written starter, with the hope to develop a longer storyline in time. semi—selective. mutuals 𝗈͟𝗇͟𝗅͟𝗒.
her stare is glassy ﹠. unblinking, rimmed with red from tears shed ﹠. stifled. 〝 i cannot sleep. 〞 she has not slept fully in days, barely able to enter their bedchambers long enough to dress. their bed is far too large ﹠. ...
for once there is no witty retort, no clever turn of tongue, as fabric meshes with fabric, and they create an engulfing vision of black. “ even i know how not to be tactless, francesca. did you sleep? ”
she dares to shift the position of her leg, allowing it to press ever so softly 'gainst the fabric of michaela's dress. she swallows, nervous in her presence. 〝 you're quiet again. 〞
frame finds its resting place within vicinity, sitting at the foot of the couch—— for once, there is a lack of chaos, engulfing them both in suffocating silence, while michaela reverently twirls, betwixt fingers, a small belonging of john's.
the statement cuts through the white noise of grief ﹠. dull conversation; it is the first time in days someone has wished to speak of anything other than her great loss. francesca shifts, her brows lifting just so, 〝 it certainly ...
sitting quite deftly beside @rekindIedflame. hair is swept over shoulders in silence. they remain in silence.
until rebekah cannot take any more. ‘ i believe we ought to be better friends. ’