⠀ a few moments of somehow 𝙫𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙗𝙡𝙮 annoyed silence, only to let out a soft “oh,” upon being set free. “ th.. thank you, ” q replies, awkward and stilted, eye roaming aimlessly, unsure of what to focus on. ⠀

⠀ “ oh, ” another pause, ten seconds of tension - filled silence passing as the ghost quietly inspects her injuries. “ i’ll… be sure to thank him. ” ⠀

⠀ with his scanning abruptly halted, q straightens out again, singular iris darting downward as if in thought. “ just a thank you, ” he stiffly assures her, and although warmed, the cold feels all the more prevalent in the air. ⠀

⠀ 𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜. ⠀

⠀ maybe the darkness had a point . ⠀

⠀ “ i 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙚, ” his response cuts through a sigh, tone clipped. ⠀

⠀ a singular cerulean iris zeros in on the warlock, “ 𝙚𝙭𝙘𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙢𝙚, ” ⠀

⠀ “ my name is 𝙦. ” the ghost spits. “ valona is my guardian. ” ⠀

⠀ ooc.⠀ THE BOY ⠀

ᅠ ᅠ ⠀⠀⠀𝖺⠀𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇⠀𝗈𝖿⠀𝗍𝗐𝗈⠀𝖛͟𝐢͟𝐨͟𝐥͟𝐞͟𝐧͟𝐭͟⠀𝖊͟𝐭͟𝐞͟𝐫͟𝐧͟𝐢͟𝐭͟𝐢͟𝐞͟𝐬͟. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ THE QUEEN.⠀ ᅠ ᅠ

whizzing about the tower in a sweater fitted to his shell. it … wasn’t his idea.

it’s certainly … fitting.

oh no. what a shame.

fuck

/ shoots out a turd

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