Hiding...

Where is bread....

//panic [CLICK] [quick, panicked breathing] “Tree dear??” [shuffling as Tree quickly gets off the floor and runs at Bread] [fabric rustles as Tree hugs Bread tightly] (Quiet but less panicked)“Bread...” [CLICK.]

[click] "Let's settle down, hm darling?" [soft sounds against the floor as they sit] "Oh, it's alright, I won't leave you." [quiet humming along with sniffles] [click]

//titties out

Pylades: I'll take care of you. Orestes: It's rotten work. Pylades: Not to me. Not if it's you.

Once I was told But like any misfit I spit on some good advice

I am jus.. I am just sitting here....

// if you ship j-nelias/peterm-rtin get the fuck off my account. i dont want you here. /srs /not an april fools joke

'Cause darling I was born to press my head between your shoulder blades

“I’ll take care of you.” “It’s rotten work.” “Not for me, not if it’s you.”

Mother turned on me, eyes electric with hate. “It’s all your fault,” she shouted, putting her face down close for mine. “Your fault!”

Oh...it’s mother’s day...:(

//new layout momence 😏

PYLADES: i’ll take care of you. ORESTES: it’s rotten work. PYLADES: not to me. not if it’s you.

i have to go, i think he just came home

I hate you for what you did And I miss you like a little kid

Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shootin' stars 💫