... Thank you. Everything intact, I hope?

... I cannot lose her twice.

That is... very good to hear. I will not speak of this again, Professor. And I implore you to not rope your students into your... plots. That is all.

It was most ironic that the arm of the church held more secrets than he ever shook hands. There were secrets he kept even from Flayn. His deepest and his first was kept in his pocket: his first fable. Her last story. It was meant to be read to Flayn. But how could he ever—

If you ever interact with any of my tweets you will be pun-ished for it

[smacks 𝔖𝔢𝔱𝔢𝔱𝔥's ass] Buenos dias, Seteth! #/nohomo

Good morning to everyone except those who've yet to understand personal space.

Good morning, Seteth.

I'm hearing a lot more meowing than usual. 💧

🌱/ (hiatus until further notice... probably) looks older than usual here but i just want her to like. k!ll me you feel

[It's warm. Unbearably. He could not recall the last time he felt true inebriation. Were these his sheets? They must be. Or maybe not. The Academy used the same cotton since he came here. A vision looking like tholtia appeared before him.] You should... [be asleep. zZz.]

You're free to ask me directly, Hilda.

... Do they? I haven't given my brows much thought. Why, is it very strange?

Do you think I preen them this way...? Because I do not.