hmm. she somehow fears she’s backed herself into a feelings corner.

y’know, just your average “curse to be buried alive over and over again, die, wake up the next morning” kind of thing.

thanks? or i’m sorry? i don’t really know what to say to that.

come tuck me in to my dirt pile. <3

at least it makes conversation. i don’t always get a lot of that.

does he need some help cleaning up?

not at all.

bending over to pick up swords, carrying them in her arms.

http://melinoë.xn—6ii/. AM I SHADOWBANNED? CAN YOU SEE ME?

i am what i am and what i am is an illusion.

“how do you, um. drop this many swords?” brow raises, holding two in each hand by the hilt.

go ahead. at least it’s a change of scenery —- i’ll wake up in the morning, just fine.

it gets lonely down there. you just don’t 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘵.

“. . . right.” brows furrowed, eyeing him up and down. “nice going.”

“alright, then. let’s get these back where they belong, shall we?”

ooc. why why why am i shadowbanned

ooc. good morning can you see me

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