⠀ “ el gusto es mío . ” ligera sonrisa en labios obsidianos . ella era tímida , y las primeras introducciones no eran su fuerte después de todo . ⠀ “ ¿ y tu eres ? ” pero , la curiosidad le viene fácil a la peli - negra . ⠀

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⠀ ( * ⁎ ݁ ུ ✮ 𝙲𝒽𝓇𝒾𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓃ℯ ℭ𝔲𝔫𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔥𝔞𝔪 ) she moves like a GHOST — trailing darkened - fabric behind like a specter , eyes set deep in its natural state . “ nice uniform . ” ⠀

ノ⠀ ू ໋ ֪ ⠀@SUIClDEATH

⠀ ⠀ * ﹐ ‍𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊 ‍𖬺͟ ‍𝖚𝖓𝖚𝖘𝖚𝖆𝖑 ‍. ‍ . ֯  ˛  ◌ ྀྀ  ⁎ ⠀ ⠀

⠀ ⠀ * ﹐ ‍𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊 ‍𖬺͟ ‍𝖚𝖓𝖚𝖘𝖚𝖆𝖑 ‍. ‍ . ֯  ˛  ◌ ྀྀ  ⁎ ⠀ ⠀

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ … ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ terrible ⠀mistake⠀.⠀ ⠀ ⠀

⠀ she’s plucking the petals from a decaying rose — they’ll become a necklace soon . ⠀

she would love that — she still has that black rose violet gave her pressed tight between the pages of a book … it would make a gorgeous accessory , wouldn't it ?

⠀ raising a sharp , dark brow — she’s used to the staring , but she’ll get defensive sometimes . ⠀

⠀ it’s not like she minds — it’s often she steals glances , be it for her appearance or overall existence . ⠀ rose is extended , carefully handled in between two long nails shining a deep black . “ don’t worry , it’s dead already . ” ⠀

yeah , it’s basically my second home . why ? you scared of the woods ? — it’s peaceful .