𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬.

ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏʟᴇ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ, ᴡᴇ ʜᴜʀʀɪᴇᴅ ᴀʟᴏɴɢ ᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴀʏ, ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴏɴᴄᴇ-ɢʟᴏʀɪᴏᴜꜱ ɢᴀʀᴅᴇɴ ɴᴏᴡ ꜱᴛᴇᴇᴘᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴅᴇᴄᴀʏ.

[𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬. @RulesOfRose0]

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𝔽𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕤𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕤 𝕦𝕡𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕣𝕒𝕧𝕖.
𝕃𝕖𝕥 𝕦𝕤 𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕒 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕝𝕕 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖
𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕝𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕓𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕤.

🏇 𝕌𝕞𝕒𝕞𝕦𝕤𝕦𝕞𝕖 𝔼𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕥! 🏇
𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥: 𝔸𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕝 𝟚𝟟𝕥𝕙
𝔼𝕟𝕕: 𝕋𝔹𝔻
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Original pin below.

[𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬. @RulesOfRose0]

https://t.co/hh4ffmv8ZY I'll be doing a new programming to help me with time management, burnout avoidance and overall a more versatile use of my hobbies.

I'll reply in the during morning and evening, as long I'm not busy. Same for weekends.

Hope it'll work ✨

[𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬. @RulesOfRose0]

— honeyed tea, the scent filling the room, and carries a cup over to set gently on the coaster before her. There is no malice in his tone, merely a statement of fact delivered with that characteristic personality.

"I will retrieve the sugar. How many cubes?"

[𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬. @RulesOfRose0]

Everything possesses its designated place, from the alignment of the quills on the desk to the precise angle of the bedspread. He moves to the —

[ً @themagicless]

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“i see ...”

she sounds familiar, because she sounds a bit like ... yusra. the unforgiving brambles of ill-maintained rosebushes remind her of the sharp and stringent rule the heartslabyul monarch had established long before her arrival,

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[𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬. @RulesOfRose0]

— logic. This particular tale deals heavily with the consequences of ignoring boundaries for the sake of curiosity. I believe you will find the protagonist's struggles rather illuminating, given your own penchant for finding trouble where there should be none."

He pours the —

[𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬. @RulesOfRose0]

— door, the brass handle polished to a mirror shine. With a gloved hand, he pushes it open, gesturing for her to precede him into the room beyond. The scent of old paper and dried rosemary drifts out, warm and heavy.

"After you."

[𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬. @RulesOfRose0]

"Someone who refuses to simply wither when the garden grows unruly."

His gaze remains fixed on the path ahead, though the tip of that wine-red tail gives a singular, betraying twitch. The ears flatten slightly against the intrusive chatter of a painting they pass, a —

[ً @themagicless]

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there’s the briefest presence of a smile, riddle’s denial doing nothing to convince her that this is merely the most logical decision, and nothing at all to do with the care he surely harbors for the ramshackle prefect.

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[𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬. @RulesOfRose0]

— hedgehog arguing with a flamingo mallet.

"Though the heroine is somewhat more reckless than I would typically endorse. She disregards the hedges to speak to the roots directly. It causes a great deal of unnecessary trouble for the gardener."

He stops before a dark wood —

[𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬. @RulesOfRose0]

— trivial trinkets, is rarely arbitrary."

Riddle's gaze drifted to the stoat charm still swinging from his phone, then back to Yuri.

"And for the record, I only called you hopeless because you missed a spot. A prefect must maintain a certain standard of presentation."

[𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬. @RulesOfRose0]

"Veterans?"

He scoffed, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth despite his best efforts to maintain a stern facade. The wine-red ears flicked dismissively.

"I am hardly a veteran. I am merely a year younger and significantly better at keeping chocolate off my face."

[⋆⭒˚.⋆ જ⁀➴ 𝕷𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝 .ᐟ @ofmisfortunes]

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his remark about the stoat didn't go unnoticed, causing a strange feeling to bubble to the surface through the shape of a poorly restrained laughter. the irony wasn't lost on them, especially since the memory of their own accident was still fresh in their mind.
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[𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬. @RulesOfRose0]

He leaned back, the chair creaking slightly. The sun was dipping lower, casting long shadows across the café table and painting the storefronts in hues of amber and rose.

"Though, I suppose there is truth to the 'made for each other' sentiment. Magic, even in such —

[𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬. @RulesOfRose0]

— allowed the silence to settle, thick with things unsaid.

"However, stating you do not need to is entirely different from lacking the desire. Do try not to mistake my patience for a lack of interest."

[𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬. @RulesOfRose0]

That stubborn refusal to advance the interaction was noted with a slight tilt of the head. A hand moved to adjust a collar, needing to occupy itself with something other than reaching out.

"Being satisfied with the status quo is a rare trait among the student body."

Gray —

[⋆⭒˚.⋆ જ⁀➴ 𝕷𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝 .ᐟ @ofmisfortunes]

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their very own database of smart jabs has been reduced to zero at that. after all, they've done worse. they've kissed. there was no justification other than their shyness, and, according to the natural order of things, that, too, felt stupid.

" i don't need to — "
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[𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬. @RulesOfRose0]

— eyes narrowed slightly, searching for any hidden motive behind the sudden adherence to boundaries.

"Though if you are perfectly content, I suppose I have no grounds to force the issue. It would be against the rules to impose my will where it isn't wanted."

A brief pause —

[𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬. @RulesOfRose0]

— because we are… feeling sentimental."

He straightened his posture, though his hand remained firmly anchored in theirs, thumb brushing over their knuckles.

"One last turn? I promise to keep my feet to myself this time."

[𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬. @RulesOfRose0]

The confession of seeing his shadow startled him more than the defiance ever could.

His hand on their waist twitched, a small reflex of surprise that travelled all the way to the tip of his tail, causing it to flick erratically against the dusty floorboards. To be seen not —

[⋆⭒˚.⋆ જ⁀➴ 𝕷𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝 .ᐟ @ofmisfortunes]

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his words unconsciously led them to a very specific place. back at the entrace ceremony where a verbal, very graphic, lash-out happened. while unsure if riddle was referring to this specific moment or their defiance in general, they couldn't help but to feel —
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[𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬. @RulesOfRose0]

— eyes. The horse ears atop his head swivelled forward, fully attentive and soft.

"Now, regarding the room. Since you went through the trouble of blackmailing Crowley for it, and I admit, I am impressed by that audacity, it would be a shame to let it go to waste simply —