in this space right here that we have made for each other; you can say anything and i will not abandon you. unwrap the worst things you have done. watch me hold them up to the light and not even flinch.
https://t.co/GOy4c6WwpS will try to behave and keep it real short and sweet. maybe. hopefully. lengthier stuff always encouraged but never expected!!! i can do casual but only on rptwt thanks
brows arched first, high, far from delighted. drawn instead into place of slight surprise, one that spoke her whole person into silence. always, sunny’s face / map of meaning. couldn’t hide what moved through ₊
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suggestion wasn’t a surprise —— those cards were to her what his revolvers were ; an answer to the 𝒖nknown .
should’ve seen it coming , should’ve … so—— why was he so against it 𖤠 the thought of knowing , of certainty . in this instance it just felt 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 , was ⤸
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shrug it off. own hands, steady. his, taken, palm pried open to lay charm flat against exposed expanse of skin. head tilts downwards, closer still, trying to catch his eye. “ you need to put it to rest. ₊
how marginalized communities are often misunderstood or projected onto——NOT an endorsement of harmful tropes. my intention isn’t to portray sunny as a stereotype, but as a full complex individual.
*⚠️ sunny is a roma woman, but her identity is not defined by mysticism. while referred to as an “oracle” in metaphorical or societal terms within the story, this follows sinner’s supernatural themes / reflects
it does me no good; violence has changed me. my body has grown cold like the stripped fields; now there is only my mind, cautious and wary, with the sense it is being tested.
my spade is heavy lord / i cannot dig anymore / i'm in for another win , pick up your cards off the floor / & i'm feeling the pull to the door , to the door / to the draw
skittering instead of toppling. final round spent still. “ hold this? ” steps light while crossing back to him, gun pointed——away, index off trigger. ‘s empty, anyway. “ now, are you ready for my proposition? ”
nerves, foreign as they were on someone like her——born blunt edged and sure handed——did not arrive loud. crept, sudden only in retrospect, settling strange beneath skin that never learned to flush for much. ₊
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brows rose in unison — a subtle show of being impressed.
“ sure did , sunny . ” slow nod , taking the chance to step back now that his help wasn’t needed .
hand dipped down , unclasping a small row of ammo — another six rounds , if she needed . passed over , quiet and ⤸
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shouldn’t have felt it, maybe, but that look of his, caught between approval and trust, knocked self off rhythm. next few shots rang out unevenly; some struck / others strayed, grazing wide or sending cans ₊