𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐅𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚 ━━━━━━━━°இ°━━━━━━━━━ 𝗪𝗵𝗶𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗦𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗻 ━━━━━━━━°இ°━━━━━━━━━⠀ ⠀♡ & ↺

⠀ sudden relief over the shadow's flawed & pained porcelain. ⠀

⠀ “i've never not been here . . ” features parted from her usual angered expression. relaxing her cold frame against the glorious warmth of the devil that held her like no other dared to. ⠀

⠀ “you're not obligated to do so, you know. you don't have anything to apologise for.” the replica knew most socially skilled beings had far more of a life & responsibilities than she could ever even comprehend. “were you . . thinking of me?” curious. ⠀

⠀ 💭 ⠀

unenthused. as usual.

something Needs to be Done about me

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⠀ sitting up in an open window, legs dangling & heels tapping against the wall. she's observing the passing people in the streets below. ⠀

if i throw glass swords at people will they finally pay attention to me?

i am not an echo.. i'm a discord. :P i can fuck up your frequency if i wanted to.

⠀ smile developed across her own flawed, porcelain features. “oh no. i think you might like me a little bit.. how truly unfortunate for you.” leaning into the embrace, she almost, barely felt the feeling of belonging. not of home but belonging to someone. ⠀

lilith.⠀ i really want to write a hc branch of living mirror's life being taken in by the Fisalia's but i am shy :D

⠀ she's whispering in people's ears & disappearing before they see her so they think they're going insane. ⠀

⠀ keeping herself quiet but even the smallest bit of attentive affection made her shiver as she'd let out a sharp breath. “my.. knight in shining armour.. stop putting warmth in this glass skin of mine..” phrased in protest yet she didn't want the attention to stop. never. ⠀

⠀ she found much appreciation for the affection & the woman who gave it to her. she'd learned the world wasn't so disgustingly harsh all the time. “& i assume i haven't any choice but to receive your ever abundant affection, hmm?” jokingly spoken, of course. ⠀