LEBLANC, OF THE 𝕭͟L͟A͟C͟K͟ ͟𝕽͟O͟S͟E͟.͟ ——————- &&. ) trapped in the everlasting cycle of 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐋𝐘 LIES.

𝑰’𝒎 𝑨𝒃𝒔𝒐𝒍𝒖𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅

her playthings … how quaint.

“my own people? how * devious of you to suggest… how delicious.”

“maybe, but I do not operate in ionia. are you welcoming me to it so I may co time my work?”

/ a reminder that Vera is NOT a good person ty :3

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where might i find subj - new acquaintances, today?

I couldn’t agree more. You’ll find that not so many feel the same way, unfortunately.

currently waiting for the rain to cease. she needs to move, quickly.

whispers always make their way back to her .. such interesting developments.

the black rose blooms again.

this once. there is much to be done, no?

perhaps, but shouldn’t you be ready at your lady’s word? ah, consider this a helpful gesture!

( a ‘tsk’ can be heard ) of course, I had no intent of offense. what has you so worn, then? care to share?