❝Urgh. I need some coffee.❞

A lopsided smirk lifted at the black-haired womans lips, one that radiated sympathy. ❝Honestly? Neither do I. Or not really, at least. All I know is that apparently it feels good and that it's how babies are made.❞

❝Oh boy, I don't feel so good.❞ Takes a cautious sip of her coffee.

—; ʜᴇʀ ᴅᴀʀᴋɴᴇss ɪs ᴀ sʏᴍᴘʜᴏɴʏ ;— • ᴀᴄᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ ʀᴇʙᴏᴏᴛ • sᴘɴ ᴏᴄ • ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴠᴇ • ᴇxᴘᴇʀɪᴇɴᴄᴇᴅ • sʜɪᴘs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴄʜᴇᴍ. • tl.gd/n_1somjb2

Wondrous things could flourish in obscurity, things of noble simplicity and quiet grandeur; something so chaste as a solanum growing and thriving in the comfort of a peaceful night. So pretty to look at and yet, like all the things burgeoning in the dark, they could be baneful --

and hazardous. Perhaps that was the reason I felt so incredibly drawn to the gloomy things in life, why I would much rather plunge into darkness than stand in the blinding light. Those dark and sinister things - they reminded me of myself. What can I say? Appearances are --

often deceptive, and while I appear to be just an average young woman with a slate loose - which is perfectly normal for artists of any kind - I am but the opposite. Over the time being I have learned to keep it hidden from the people in Sioux Falls, so there had never been --

unwanted attention or unfortunate incidents. I never interfered, no matter how much I wanted to every once in a while. To them I was nothing but a quiet, perhaps a tad lonely person with a big heart and an even bigger smile. Although sometimes, or so it seemed to me, they gave --

me funny looks whenever I walked down the streets to gather new utensils for my work. And it kept me wondering if maybe they were suspicious. Just as this very moment. My steps aren't slow, nor do I appear to be in a hurry. Basket full of different things such as new --

brushes, a choice of fresh fruits and a bottle of milk I walk the same street as always, passing several people I might have known once, perhaps even called my friends. Now they merely look like strangers to me. So yes, my life is in fact a lonely one, but it is by no means my --

own fault. As I keep moving, footsteps nimble and light, I do notice something out of the ordinary though and alarm bells start ringing in my head. Once I reach my neighbour's house I stop dead in my tracks, staring at the very spot where I thought to have seen something --

akin to a shadow, a dark silhouette zipping by. An image so fleeting, anyone else would have failed to notice or dismissed it as a figment of their imagination. But I know better. As mentioned, I am far from ordinary, even though I try my best to appear that way. Alas, --

whatever that shadow may have been, there is nothing I can do. I have sworn to myself that I would stay true to my ways and never ever interfere. So instead of following said phantom or doing anything of the sort, I let a sigh pass my lips and leave after a few seconds, --

setting off to go home and finish my latest magnum opus: "Le côte sombre". Nothing bad could happen in this place after all, right?

|| My muse for Baby is kinda absent right now, so I'll spend some time on Bᴇᴀᴛʀɪx LᴇBʟᴀɴᴄ! Go follow me there if you want 😁 ||

|| I'm pretty much out of order lately. Got a really bad cold and headaches and all but I'll try and be active tonight. No promises though 😅 ||

❝These boots are ridiculously impractical but... I kinda like 'em!?❞

|| I nearly forgot this account existed. OwO ||