ππΎπππ πππππ ! !
@flospomum
ΰΌ β γ πππππ ππ πππ π γβ Forever, @beersbookscigs.β π£he πpple bitten by Eve. Locked in the Tower of Heaven. Forced into servitude by God. ( * *πͺ¦ποΈ)
ππππππππ π ππππ ππ ππππ βββ β βββ Based on the concept of God becoming a tyrant. Angel of Life. Apple of Eden. MV. Preshipped. π―he π’entle β‘ & β» [α΄α΄Ι΄Ι΄α΄α΄ ΚΚ #πherryπie]
Itβs never good when she doesnβt spin that wool on time. . . Sheβs running to the kitchens, still tying her apron. Maybe they wonβt get mad if she has brunch ready early !
Thereβs a weak hint of a smile ; a thankfulness in her eyes that she is unable to hide from him. βI-I owe you, Friend.β She whispers, blood seeping from her mouth as she wipes it on the sleeve of her gown. β. . . I-I always freeze. . . I canβt fight.β
A blink as he looks down at the golden blood on her hand. He feels a tiny flicker of /something/ in his gut, his brows furrowing slightly. "Fine. I'll get you a band aid too."
we live under an oligarchal regime thatβs it.
π : replies will come tomorrow! my parents got me and my man tickets to Hairspray at the equity house i used to work at ! ( bc i love to brag about my man : itβs such a plus that heβs a musical theatre guy π where did he even come from ? like was the guy forged for me? )
Staring at πππ ππππππ§ from behind a statue. βP-Psttt!β
She hopes the Sun longs for her as much as she longs for the Lady Sun ! Maybe one day Sun shall return ; Maybe one day theyβll defeat *His Eternal Winter. . .
ππ€π§πππ«π π’π, πππ©πππ§, ππ€π§ π πππ«π π¨ππ£π£ππ. ππ€π§πππ«π π’π, πππ©πππ§, ππ€π§ π πππ«π π¨ππ£π£ππ. ππ€π§πππ«π π’π, πππ©πππ§, ππ€π§ π πππ«π π¨ππ£π£ππ. ππ€π§πππ«π π’π, πππ©πππ§, ππ€π§ π πππ«π π¨ππ£π£ππ.
Innocently mimicking his movements as she stares down at the ground. β. . . I t-tried. . . I-I froze.β A pause. β. . . . H-How do you do it? d-do you justββ shut off inside?β
The moment Billy hears the growl, a small smirk crossing his face. "Then do it. Go berserk." Billy tilts his head, arms folding across his chest. "You have that blade you showed me. Kill them."
She is sweet, kind, gentle and ever-loving! Butβ the Ruling Class π’πͺπ¨π© πππ‘π‘ !
Leaning against the wall, thereβs a sigh. Thereβs a war in her mind! And thereβs a war going on out there. . . somewhere ; her home freezes and bleeds. And sheβs * stuck in this tower. . . . .
. . . . They should be friends. She * knew she liked The Olde Gods!
β β β He just. . . drinks. . . . and drinks. β
Uh, oh. The training yardβs on fire.
Leaning her back up against the wall, thereβs a half-hearted laugh. β. . . T-They do not play fair. Not ever.β There it is again. That sadness. That sadness bubbling into anger. βI-I wish I could justβββ Go as ballistic as Billy on them. G R O W L !
"You do." Billy almost looks concerned, but as quickly as that emotion appears, it disappears. "Or they clearly fight dirty."
β Some people are so poor that all they have is money ! β
Thatβs impressive! That beats her record! . . . . How does he do that?
β β β . . . He can't say anything. ( drinks about sixteen cups of wine a day ) β
π : new temp name. why not have fun as she descends into revenge- filled madness ? ( itβs a reference to this : youtu.be/ZP3uaslUQLc?siβ¦ )
Can anybody hear her song? Her sweet lyre? βββ a song of hope for freedom.