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Since we all doing the do.

⠀ 𝘙𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘥, 𝘊𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘴𝘪𝘢 𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. ✨ ⠀

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// TWT RP is a hobby, NO you don’t have to apologize to me for not responding, NO you don’t have to explain to me you were at work, NO you DO NOT HAVE TO APOLOGIZE FOR SHIT , BECAUSE THERE IS NOTHING TO APOLOGIZE FOR, WE ARE ADULTS AND HAVE ADULTS LIFE, SIMPLE AS THAT 🫶🏻💕

⠀ Rise and shine. ✨ We’ve got a rebellion to crush. ⠀

While she’ll never forget her ultimatum as a Princess . . . She’s enjoying living among ‘common folk’ a little 𝘵𝘰𝘰 much. Opportunities and indulgences abound. Little luxuries in their own right— a girl can’t help herself.

While she’ll never forget her ultimatum as a Princess . . . She’s enjoying living among ‘common folk’ a little 𝘵𝘰𝘰 much. Opportunities and indulgences abound. Little luxuries in their own right— a girl can’t help herself.

⠀ Rise and shine. ✨ We’ve got a rebellion to crush. ⠀

https://t.co/4boUbOLyOH I just threw $40 down the drain, fuck yeah what a way to start the week.

⠀ 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘴 .ᐣ 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘵. #𝕾𝖊𝖉𝖚𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖛𝖊𝕾𝖚𝖓𝖉𝖆𝖞 ⠀

https://t.co/4boUbOLyOH Power nap. Then I've got to do the DMs ... 💧

⠀ ⇙ rather unique sword. The one you just … 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 .ᐣ ’ She hadn't seen anything quite like that before. Not to mention the tales of Scythian's … ‘ In any case — there's quite a 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐮𝐫𝐞 behind those eyes, isn't there .ᐣ ’ ⠀

⠀ ⇙ to royal decorum. ’ The Princess elicits a small chuckle, a flick of her snow-white ponytail given. She rubs her chin — trailing her gaze over Evangeline. ‘ Well, you 𝘢𝘳𝘦 easy on the eyes. Perhaps it's a little of both. Your skill is unmistakable — as is that ⠀ ⇙

⠀ ‘ Hah. My hands were forced to take drastic measures. ’ A momentary peer descends to her intricate blade; before ascending to the skies above. ‘ A rebellion wrought by traitors necessitated a blade in my palm. At the very least … it's far more exciting than adhereing ⠀ ⇙

⠀ ⇙ boundless power. But Cerysia remains focused upon her mark. In her hands, steel ignites; becoming bathed in the dance of violent flames. ‘ … the weight of a goddamned 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 .ᐟ ’ Thus, she charges forth — like a blur, her blade arcing with the intent to disarm. ⠀

⠀ ⇙ As the sanguine spear materializes between Eudokia's digits, the Princess's fingertips flex around the hilt of her weapon. Her knuckles whitening. ‘ More than you can imagine … ’ She can feel that something is … amiss in the air. She knows this woman hides ⠀ ⇙

⠀ How ironic that would be. Alas, the ember king met their eternal intombment within Cerysia's blade long before the time of her kin. The mechanical race of the Masq are at fault for that. Nevertheless, Cerysia's gaze remains unflinching: her breath slow and steady. ⠀ ⇙

⠀ ⇙ flicking a stray lock of snow-white hair away from her gaze. ‘ You're really going the extra mile … a doctor's clinic is often cold and sterile, but— I feel as comfortable right now as I would at home. Makes getting patched up like this far less daunting … ’ ⠀

⠀ She stifles a small giggle into her palm, before leaning back in her chair with a perched brow. ‘ How awful. Vampire's are ghastly creatures. You're 𝘧𝘢𝘳 too easy on the eyes than those bloodsuckers … ahem. Just an observation. ’ The Princess clears her throat, ⠀ ⇙