⠀ evening already? time has seemingly slipped through her fingers，though blissfully. it is only now that she has returned from trail riding，carefully replacing the various tack on their own designated wall mounts. ⠀

⠀ 》 every month or two i log on emma and make a 2—3 tweet long drabble and then disappear . probably bc i always have 0 writing partners and interactions here ⠀

⠀ * 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙥𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙘 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣: katherine，you look hellacious. come，join me for a glass of bourbon. finely aged malt is sure to breathe life back into you. ⠀

⠀ 》 properly returning to emma soon i hope <3 ⠀

⠀ orange bleeds across the sapphire horizon，the sun a glowing circle sliced in half by crystalline waters. she breathes in the fresh scent of saltwater，detoxified with a drawn out exhale. it’s unlike emma to stir so 𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗹𝘆. ⠀

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ (⠀⁎ 𖢻 ྀ ཾ༵⠀) ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀

⠀ her drink of the evening? bourbon on ice. she swirls the tumbler with grace，the rhythmic movement of her wrist hardly detectable. the bold sting of royal liquor lingers on her tongue，not a single drop unappreciated. ⠀

⠀ with care，she twirls a krakoan flower between fingertips adorned by a fresh，white manicure. ⠀

⠀ 》 me when . ⠀

⠀ 》 this entire account is literally just made up of random drabbles ... scrolling thru it is satisfying but also sad because it looks like it’s just me talking to myself 😭 ⠀

⠀ surely raven hasn’t grown tired of her criminal antics. after all，what would she be without them? ⠀