⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ﹙ 𓍝. ﹚ ⠀⠀⠀

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ she didn’t want to hear that. carmine didn’t like that kind of conversation, especially about feelings. wiping blood off his jacket, an irritated noise emerging. “̲ missing someone is a miserable feeling, you know. ’̲’̲

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ a denial being conveyed, body remaining firm. that constant indifference that only she possessed. “̲ you. you shouldn’t be here. ’̲’̲

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ voracious, look cutting like blades. no new trace of draught, inconstancy emerging in a shot. “̲ why not? i deserve to say. ’̲’̲

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ kicking partial dirt, footsteps being shifted away. pinning up red locks, indignation showing in carmine. “̲ enough, i’m leaving. ’̲’̲

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ eyes focused on another, arrogance conveying sovereignty through the brutality of war personified. dismissing his hand away, a curse arising. “̲ i’m not having this fucking conversation. ’̲’̲

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ grumbling, it was their turn to grab opposite arms. not as delicate as they would like, an abrupt act of an unconscious impulse. “̲ you should have come to see me ... i almost died. ’̲’̲

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ mumbling. they didn’t even know where to start. an embodiement, with a risk of death? the war itself in that situation? there was a cut on her throat, now healed. pure display. “̲ well, you should know everything. ’̲’̲

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ PURGE AT 9.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ WHY.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ liar.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ it’s nice.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ why did i fight ... with * her?

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ apparently i need therapy.

⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀*⠀🕊️⠀…⠀.⠀⠀!! ⠀⠀⠀sanctimonious⠀little⠀thing⠀.⠀ ⠀

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ weaving braids of their own hair, sighing.