𝑫𝑰𝑬 𝑴𝑨𝑫 𝑩𝑰𝑻𝑪𝑯 — 𝓤𝔃𝓲 𝓓𝓸𝓸𝓻𝓶𝓪𝓷 — 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓐𝓫𝓼𝓸𝓵𝓾𝓽𝓮 𝓢𝓸𝓵𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓗𝓸𝓼𝓽

Don’t call me your sun, your moon, your stars. I don’t want to be something untouchable, unreachable, doomed to watch you from afar. I don’t want to have to wait until a black hole swallows our universe whole and we finally brush against each other for the first, final time.

my beautiful princess with a disorder

Spooning that leads to their hand wandering under your clothes, caressing your skin, pressing your body flush to theirs. Their lips brushing over the slope of your shoulder to your neck, every kiss leaving a damp trail of warmth while their hand slowly pushes your pjs lower.

ALL I WANTED WAS YOU.

#murderdrones is he stupid

ᅠ ᅠ either way - there would soon enough be a soft knocking on the doorway. frame one intentionally smaller than Him, one made to mimic Spartan armor. ᅠ ᅠ

“ Mhm. I’m sure you’ll understand eventually , hon.”

Soleil would give a panting - but clearly proud huff , stepping forward off of the malware, before moving to peace heavily against the wall.

“ nno - jot that. just. ” going back to silent - her body’s internal fans getting very , very loud.

Yo ʙᴜᴛʟᴇʀ N⃣𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖓. ᐟ

ᅠᅠᅠ ᅠ Slut of a drone 💙🦋

“ you do? ” IMMEDIATELY testing that out. Lower two arms slipping around the waist - one around the stomach, one looping so their neck is in the crook of her elbow

ᅠ Running most definitely seems pointless. So she’ll instead take those few seconds to further observe the approaching body - scanning every delightful inch to memory. She’ll have something to think about while picking herself back together , eh ? ᅠ

😵‍💫 she’s .. willing to listen. not for any reason asides she’s nice ‘n comfortable. Not that .. she is enjoying her frame’s optics being temporarily covered. What an idiotic idea.