┆彡 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐊.

✧˖° 𝖆𝖌𝖆𝖎𝖓 & 𝖆𝖌𝖆𝖎𝖓 & 𝖆𝖌𝖆𝖎𝖓 & 𝖆𝖌𝖆𝖎𝖓 & 𝖆𝖌𝖆𝖎𝖓 .

wherever we may be, it seems many things are. ( the ninth seems to deflate, at least a smidgen, hands slipping back into the comfort of robes. ) how are you * faring ?

( sunken gaze simply stares; as deep as the void, as unscrupulous as it, too. who knows ? ) perhaps i do. your suspicious mind will simply never know, no matter my reassurances. ( slowly, a frown forms. ) it is, after all, my fault you believe it to be so.

( a twitch of the cheek, uncertain in its own manner of meaning. ) yes. don't go spoiling it, now.

/ kinda miss writing 4 rwby augh

with all due respect， which is none，

⠂⠈ i pray the tomb is shut forever. i pray the rock is never rolled away. ⠠⠁†

god loves you， but not enough to save you.

i will not disclose such information to you so easily.

oh ? good. it would give you some flavour.

yes.

hm. what's your secret ? ( a fast release of air from the nostrils, indicates a strained attempt at a chuckle. her respect toward the sixth, as infuriating as the necromancer of the house may be, at least aids in a squint - and - you'll - miss it sense of fondness. )

/ feel free to interact with any of my posts btw, 🥹🤚 harrow might be unapproachable but i love interacting with anyone. ❤️

that is a primitive vehicle, not a child. the bones i wear are not quite so ancient, nor liable to careen me unto my doom. ( debatable. ) however, i shall— accept your ' baja blast ' — if only to witness tridentarius suffer as much as i shall.