Ariah Blake.
@redolentspectre
[ ➹ ] ❝Can't turn back now, I'm haunted.❞ — Of Melinoe. «#Swift»
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– margins, orbs flittering around before returning to focus interest on the heavily printed pages resting on her knees. Princeton B. Speare.
Rather quickly, a darkened area pooled against the pages of her book in which consuming the ink and fusing the words – Princeton B. Speare.
– into a large block of shadow. A small frown rapidly creeped onto her forehead and rested there, only to crumble – Princeton B. Speare.
– away seconds later as her gaze rose, a set of verdant crystallines coming to settle on Princeton B. Speare.'s darker counterparts, ghosting –
– there for several seconds. Plump brims spiralled skywards into a brilliant bream, however briefly it lasted. "Hey, Princeton B. Speare.."
Folding the small novel closed, the female moved to rest her dainty palms atop the cover, slender digits absently – Princeton B. Speare.
– curling around the edge. Her gaze momentarily caught sight of the gentle, red graze seeping from the minuscule pores – Princeton B. Speare.
– donning Princeton B. Speare.'s cheeks, yet no thought was spared towards it. It seemed considerably unimportant. The edge of her margins –
– gentle pushed up for just a moment whilst she manoeuvred her lithe frame, angling it towards Princeton B. Speare.. "I'm doing alright, –
– I suppose. And yourself, Princeton B. Speare.?"
– brushed against her, no matter how brief the contact remained. "Oh, this?" She inquired with a skywards hike of – Princeton B. Speare.
– a fair brow, dainty palm nonchalantly tilting the novel within her hold to allow Princeton B. Speare. a clearer glance at the battered –
– cover. "Some old book about spirits and such." Princeton B. Speare.
It wasn't hard to grasp the notion that Princeton B. Speare. showed little concern towards the novel, nor the content printed inside, yet –
– he seemingly deemed himself nice enough to build a facade of remote regard towards the matter. Not that she would've – Princeton B. Speare.
– have dwelled on it should he hadn't. "Interesting enough. I've read better." Princeton B. Speare.