bramble rose .

independent original character written by kitty / kristine.

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&  —  *  ❝  daayaan .

“really?! can i come along?!” the girl clapped excitedly. “i’d love to come along, if you’ll have me!”

for all her readiness to rise and fight and ache and bleed, she is very much a girly girl at heart. and that extends to food. especially sweet food. sweet food to match her sweet tooth. “baking, for sure. if only ‘cause i, y’know, get to eat it afterwards.” a beat and then: “my parents are caterers so i grew up around food.”

which her brother kind of hates. but that’s a story for another time, really. “honestly, this is so exciting! i’m so excited!” more happy clapping. “let’s go, let’s go! you can’t be late!”

 it's  always  been  difficult  for  her  to  get  along  with  people.  so,  when  it  happens,  she's  more  than  happy  to  invite  them  along  to  whatever  it  is  that  she's  up  to.  ❝  sure!  we  can  always  use  more  opinions.  i'm  convinced  my  staff  has  just  trained  themselves  into  saying  ' yes,  bella,  everything  is  great! '  all  the  time.  ❞

 she  can't  help  but  laugh  at  the  girl's  comment.  ❝  technically,  you  can  eat  the  food  you  cook,  too.  but  it's  not  sweet.  so,  i  don't  really  like  cooking  that  much,  either.  ❞  she  smiles.  ❝  that's  awesome!  was  it  any  kind  of  food,  like  whatever’s  requested,  or  something  specific?  ❞

 ❝  alright,  alright,  ❞  she  giggles,  starting  down  the  path  toward  the  bakery.  ❝  it's  just  a  couple  of  blocks  away.  ❞

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 indefinite  hiatus  and  blog  changes.  hello,  yes,  i’m  making  one  of  those  announcements.  i  just  feel  as  though  no  one  ( with  the  exception  of  very  few  people )  is  really  interested  in  writing  with  me  /  olympia  /  arabella  anymore,  which  is  absolutely  fine!  you’re  not  obligated  to  and  i  hope  this  doesn’t  sound  guilt  trip-y  because  that’s  really  not  my  intention.  i’m  simply  stating  facts.  and  honestly,  i’m  kind  of  glad  that  the  interest  is  minimal  because  i’m  really  not  that  attached  to  the  rpc  as  i  used  to  be.  in  truth,  i’m  not  as  attached  to  writing  as  i  used  to  be.  i  still  love  it,  i  still  want  to  do  it.  i’m  just  having  a  difficult  time  with  writing  these  days,  which  i’m  sure  you  can  all  tell  with  how  sloppy  my  writing  is  /  has  always  been.  these  days,  i  think  i  just  want  to  focus  more  on  my  personal  writing.

 with  that  being  said,  i’m  not  going  to  give  up  on  olympia  or  arabella  completely.  i  think  i’m  going  to  make  both  of  their  blogs  private  and  only  interact  with  those  who’ve  shown  interest.  i’ll  rarely  be  following  new  people,  and  i’ll  no  longer  put  any  effort  into  promoting  my  blog.  this  is  mainly  because  i  don’t  want  to  add  any  pressure  on  myself  to  do  replies  and  such,  especially  when  my  time  is  so  limited  as  there  are  so  many  other  things  i’d  like  to  do.  i  won’t  be  online  here  all  of  the  time,  i’ll  probably  blog  hop  between  here  and  my  personal,  if  i  even  get  on  tumblr  for  the  day  at  all.

 other  places  to  find  me  if  you’re  interested  in  maintaining  contact  while  i’m  gone:  personal  blog  /  twitter  /  instagram

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&  —  *  ❝  inrovina .

he  should  let  go .    part  of  him  knows  that ,    quietly  reminding  the  fear  that  causes  him  to  grip  her  that  this  is  not  her  battle .    these  mistakes  have  been  made  before ,    innocent  people  entangled  in  his  troubles  because  terror  is  more  bearable  when  it  is  not  joined  by  isolation ,    and  the  cost  has  been  deadly .    but  what  he  should  do  is  exactly  what  he  can’t do .    she  is  the  calm  needed  in  the  storm and  some  things  are  too  important  to  let  go  of .

instructions  are  obeyed  without  any  questioning ,    all  of  his  trust  put  in  her  words .    a  quiet  thought     ❪   what  if  this  is  a  trap ?    ❫    is  pushed  away  the  second  it  appears .    there  is  not  enough  time  for  doubt .    last  time  he  checked ,    she  is  his  only  shot  at safety .    he  concentrates  on  moving ,    no  matter  how  much  his  body  wishes  to  shatter  from  exhaustion ,    heading  for  the  left .     ❝    you  know  where  we’re  going ?    ❞

 perhaps  she  should  let  go.  the  moment  has  passed,  and  this  isn't  her  problem.  the  smart  decision  would  be  to  leave  him.  while  he  may  look  young,  he's  old  enough  to  be  able  to  take  care  of  this  himself.  but  she  placed  herself  in  this  predicament  the  moment  she  woke  him  up  from  that  bench,  so  therefore,  this  problem  is  hers,  too.  besides,  the  smart  decision  would  be  a  heartless  decision,  and  she's  trying  to  abandon  that  part  of  her.

 she  can  see  it  now.  the  twists  and  turns  they'll  need  to  take.  she  can  remember  all  of  the  safe - houses  other  demigods  have  pointed  her  in  the  direction  of,  for  those  times  when  someone  of  their  kind  is  in  trouble.  but  she  can't  take  him  to  any  of  those  places.  as  far  as  she  knows,  he's  not  like  her.  perhaps  the  bakery  would  suffice,  as  she  can't  exactly  take  him  to  her  apartment  either.  ❝  i  do  now.  just  keep  going  straight.  ❞  through  the  alley,  the  buildings  are  starting  to  look  better,  more  appealing.  wealthier  parts  of  the  city  are  less  likely  to  have  cops  littering  about.  ❝  there’s  a  shop  that  we’re  going  to.  back  entry.  don’t  worry,  okay?  it’s  safe  there.  ❞

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&  —  *  ❝  nitebit .

❛   ——   thanks  .      ❜             she  tries  her  best  not  to  let  her  eyes  wander  ,   but  the  girl  has  a  voice  like  honey.   sweet.  sultry. lovely. when  she  looks  up  at  her  ,  barbara  feels  the  hollowness  in  her  own  body.  this  girl  with  the  stars  on  her  face  , (  too  bright  /  too  full  of  life ?  )  it  reminds  barbara  of  what  she  will  never  be.  she  wonders  how  easily  this  girl  in  front  of  her  would  break,  how  fast  she  could  destroy  her.  MAYBE  SHE’S  A  SURVIVOR  LIKE  YOU,  whispers  the  voice  inside  her  head.  she  ignores  it.   she  decides  she  could  never  be  like  her.  what  would  this  girl  know  about pain?  about  danger?      ❛     relatable  ?  to  you  ?  how  so  ?   you  seem  like  the  kind  of  girl  who  has  it  all.      ❜

 the  kind  of  girl  who  has  it  all.  the  words  ring  in  her  ear  until  it  becomes  white  noise.  she  cringes.  she's  aware  of  this,  that  this  is  how  she  appears  to  others  around  her.  pretty  doll - faced  girl  with  freckles  that  litter  her  face  like  the  stars  in  the  universe,  and  long  wavy  blonde  locks,  and  soft,  fragile  skin  protected  by  nice  garments.  she  wishes  it  were  true.  she  wishes  she  were  the  girl  everyone  thinks  she  is.  but  it's  so  easy  to  fake  a  smile  and  look  the  part,  that  everyone  forgets  that  sometimes,  when  you  look  at  a  masterpiece  real  close,  you  can  see  all  of  its  cracks  and  mishaps.

 she  laughs.  ❝  i  do,  don't  i?  but  so  do  a  lot  of  people.  it  doesn't  mean  we  haven't  all  got  shit  to  deal  with.  ❞

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&  —  *  ❝  inrovina .

panic  is  blinding .    fight  or flight instincts  take  over ,    focusing  on  putting  distance  between  them  and  the  cop .    he  moves  quickly ,     somewhere  between  walking  and  running ,    and  still  doesn’t  let  go .    there’s  a  strange  comfort  in  having  someone  to  hold  onto ,    something  that  keeps  him  tethered  to  this  world  while  terror  threatens  to  disconnect  him .    her  question  mirrors  the  one  circling  in  his  mind .    what  next ?    survival  is  based  on  a  map  of escape  routes and  yet  he  was  foolish  enough  to  not  finish  this  one .     ‘   hope  he  doesn’t  follow  us ,    i  guess .    and  hope  there  isn’t  a  dead  end .    ’     even  as  he  says  it ,    forcing  a  quiet  laugh  that  sounds  nothing  like  laughter ,    he  knows  it  isn’t  a  good  enough  answer .    not  for  him  and  not  for  her .    he  is  not  willing  to  risk  his  life  on  hopes .

❝    fuck .   i  don’t  know .    why  don’t  i  fucking  know—    ❞     how  did  he  let  this  happen ?     he  knows  better  than  to  fall  asleep  in  places  without  having  this  planned .    but  exhaustion  is  a  heavy  weight  to  carry  and  he  had  promised  himself  five  minutes  of  rest .    safe  to  say ,    it  wasn’t  just  five  minutes .    the  darkness  of  the  alley  is  quick  to  swallow  them  and  he  grows  colder  with  fear .     ❝    maybe  he  didn’t  see  us .    ❞

 lucky  for  them  both,  this  isn't  the  first  time  she's  done  this.  wisdom's  daughter  has  been  studying  the  city's  map  for  years  now,  with  escape  routes  through  everything  just  in  case  she  winds  up  with  a  monster,  or  a  hunter,  at  her  tail.  ❝  oh,  yes.  the  h  word.  ❞  there’s  a  bit  of  displeasure  in  her  tone,  but  she  doesn’t  mean  it  toward  him.  she  just  doesn't  do  much  of  that  these  days,  hoping.  ever  since  she  met  others  of  her  kind,  heard  their  stories,  there  is  very  little  that  keeps  her  hopeful.  but  still,  she  pushes  on.

 ❝  breathe.  ❞  she  acts  calmer  than  she  is,  eyes  surveying  the  area,  gears  in  her  head  turning.  they're  close  enough  to  her  bakery  that  she  knows  where  each  alley  will  lead,  and  which  ones  are  a  dead  end.  she  breathes  easier  now,  though  only  slightly,  realizing  she's  still  got  a  stranger  on  her  arm.  ❝  just  keep  going.  down  the  alley,  to  the  left.  ❞

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 i’m  sorry  i  haven’t  been  online  to  do  replies  and  stuff.  i  got  a  concussion  from  hitting  my  head  last  week  and  i  still  feel  the  after - effects  of  it.  i’ll  try  to  be  online  soon.

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&  —  *  ❝  daayaan .

soft laughter escapes rohini’s lips as well. she runs a hand through her hair. “i try to be.” she’s got a temper that gets the better of her sometimes. she’s working on that, though. she’s working on a lot of things. for her sake and for her family’s sake.  

“i help out my mom in the kitchen whenever she needs it,” rohini says, “i can cook and i can bake - i’m not brilliant at it but i manage - but the kitchen is still very much her domain.”

more laughter and then she introduces herself, adding that she thinks it’s pretty cool. “not many people would throw ‘baking’ out there if asked about their favorite activities. i think it’s neat. if you ever, like, need a taste tester or something like that, you can definitely hit me up.”

 it's  difficult  to  always  make  smart  decisions.  as  logical  as  she  likes  to  be,  as  she  likes  to  think  of  herself  as,  there  are  still  moments  when  she  lets  her  emotions  get  the  best  of  her.  they  don't  always  lead  to  the  best  results,  but  sometimes,  it  can  lead  to  the  kindest  one.

 ❝  that  must  be  nice.  i'm  sure  she  appreciates  the  effort  regardless.  ❞  she  wishes  she  could  say  the  same  thing.  she  would  give  anything  to  have  had  a  mother  to  help  in  the  kitchen,  a  mother  to  teach  her  to  cook.  although,  technically,  for  short  periods  of  time,  she  did.  it  was  her  caretaker  that  got  her  into  decorating  baked  goods,  and  it  was  her  step - mother  that  got  her  into  actually  baking.  still,  it  isn't  the  same,  especially  now  that  she  knows  the  truth.  ❝  which  do  you  prefer,  cooking  or  baking?  ❞

 she  can't  help  but  let  out  a  little  laugh  at  the  girl's  offer.  she  hasn't  really  gotten  that  reaction  before.  mostly,  people  her  age  would  look  disappointed.  a  girl  like  her  ought  to  go  out  and  enjoy  her  youth,  right?  go  wild,  have  fun,  before  her  time  is  done.  but  those  days  are  over.  she  wants  something  more  than  that  now.  ❝  i  own  a  bakery,  actually.  we're  trying  to  develop  some  new,  original  flavours.  i'm  kind  of  expected  there  soon.  do  you  wanna  come  with?  ❞

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 darling,  what  are  you?  i’m  a  girl.  a  girl  with  a  heart,  with  a  brain,  with  a  soul.  do  you  hurt?  i  hurt,  i  ache,  i  bleed.  /  ind.  original  character  written  by  kristine.  previously  olympeia.

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&  —  *  ❝  creaturedear .

the  girl  is  laughing. eleanor  looks  puzzled ,  as  if  she’s  been  struck  suddenly ,  eyes  growing  wide  in  confusion.   she  knows  she’s  said  something  wrong.   ( it  just  can’t  be  helped  sometimes ,  regardless of  what  she  means  to  say. )   but  the  girl  is  laughing ,  in  a  way  that  makes  eleanor  question  herself.  

“     i  see.   i’ll  take  your  word  for  it.   ”    one  cautious  step  forward.   she  peers  down ,  still  looking  intently  at  the  box  and  its  contents.  

“    perhaps  we  should  share  it  then.   i  think  that’s  best.   that  way ,  if  you  are  lying ,  we’ll  both  get  poisoned.    ”    she  means  to  say  thank  you ,  in  her  own  way  that  never  comes  across  right.   she  ought  to  add  a  smile ,  to  seem  less  callous.   there ,  that’s  better  now.      “     but  if  we’re  not  poisoned , then  i suppose  that’s  fine  too.   it  might  be  preferable.     ”

 she's  decided  that  she  likes  this  girl.  daughter  of  athena  sees  wisdom  in  her,  it's  quite  obvious  that  she's  got  a  good  head  on  her  shoulders.  it's  quite  obvious  that  she  isn't  easily  fooled.  that's  important  in  a  young  woman.  people  are  often  all  too  trusting.  how  many  has  she  seen  gotten  hurt  from  giving  their  all  to  someone  who  would  inevitably  disappoint  them?

 the  idea  is  to  give  the  treat  away.  being  the  owner  of  a  bakery,  she's  gotten  more  than  enough  of  her  fair  share  of  the  sugary  treats.  but,  she  supposes  it  won't  hurt  to  share  this  one.  after  all,  she  wants  to  gain  her  harmless  status.  

 ❝  sounds  fair.  ❞  she  nods  in  agreement,  in  what  she  supposes  is  concession.  ❝  do  you  want  to  do  the  honour  of  splitting  it  in  half?  ❞

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&  —  *  ❝  daayaan .

what is it that people say? oh yeah. honesty is the best policy. rohini agrees, even if she doesn’t always practice the aforementioned policy. (her tongue may be bronze whereas her siblings’ tongues are silver and her cousins’ tongues are gold but that doesn’t mean she hasn’t ever thrown out little white lies in her life.)

quiet laughter escapes her lips as she turns her body towards the other girl, dark doe eyes finding hers. “yeah, i can fight,” she hummed, “though between you and i, if push came to shove, i’d try to, like, talk it out first. i wouldn’t wanna mess up my outfit for nothing, y’know.” especially because she’s taken so long in picking it out (even if it is a mere sundress).

“anyways,” rohini waved her hand as if she could wave the girl’s concerns away like that too. “i’m not staring right now, am i? not at them, anyways.” a beat and then: “so, if this ain’t your thing, then what is?”

 she  can't  help  but  smile  at  the  other's  response.  she  likes  seeing  signs  of  maturity  and  cleverness  in  others.  talking  things  out  will  always  be  better  than  using  fists  and  weapons,  although  she  knows  firsthand  that  talking  isn't  going  to  resolve  all  confrontations.  still,  it's  better  than  fighting.

 ❝  smart  girl.  ❞  she  lets  out  a  soft  laugh.  although  she  doesn't  care  about  her  own  outfit,  she  does  care  about  how  she  appears.  after  all,  she  owns  a  business,  and  she  must  look  presentable.  she  can't  exactly  show  up  to  her  job  with  a  black  eye,  busted  mouth,  and  torn  clothes.  what  would  potential  customers  think  of  her?

 she  shrugs  again,  in  an  unknowing  fashion.  she  supposes  a  girl  her  age's  answer  should  be:  bars,  parties,  raves,  festivals.  things  that  she  can  enjoy.  but  that's  not  true.  that's  not  her.  ❝  um.  baking,  mostly.  well,  i  enjoy  the  frosting  and  decorating  part  the  best.  but  you  kind  of  have  to  have  something  to  decorate.  ❞

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i'm gonna be over @ olympia's blog because i... just love being on there isolknsdf

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&  —  *  ❝  inrovina .

staying  in  the  grip  of  sleep  would  be  easy .    two  days  of  no  rest  has  left  his  body  feeling  heavy  as  stone ,    desperate  for  the  relief  of  unconsciousness .    even  as  the  distant  touch  of  another  threatens  his  peace ,    he  thinks  he  might  be  able  to  hold  on .    until  he  hears  the  word  cop .   the  dream  slips  away  from  him  at once ,    ejecting  him  back  to  a  cruel  reality .    tired  eyes  snap  open ,    adrenaline  rush  silencing  exhaustation’s  complaints ,    though  it  takes  him  a  moment  to  truly  see  her .

blonde  hair ,    blue  eyes .    for  a  second ,    he  thinks  she  might  be  an  angel .   she  doesn’t  quite  look  real  to  him .    maybe  that’s  why  he  suddenly  reaches  out ,    clasping  her  arm ,    panic  flooding  his  system .    they  have  to  go .    now.     ‘    we  have  to  leave .    we  have  to  leave .    ’     fear  overrides  logic ;    she  doesn’t  need  to  come  with  him ,    not  really ,    but  he  can’t  risk  her  switching  sides .    there  is  far  more  than  a  mere  beat  down  or  fine  at  stake .    he’s  up  within  seconds ,    one  hand  still  clinging  to  her ,    the  other  grabbing  his  black  rucksack .    exit  strategy  is  crafted  immediately ,    head  jutting  towards  a  near-by  alleyway .    ‘    that  way .    ’

 she  supposes  it's  because  she  knows  how  it  feels  to  be  in  danger,  and  so  she  has  a  good  sense  when  someone  might  face  the  same  fate,  and  she  can't  allow  herself  to  sit  back  and  let  it  happen.  even  if  her  danger  isn't  police,  isn't  something  as  mundane  as  a  mortal  being.  she's  seen  enough  videos  to  know  what  happens  when  an  encounter  with  the  city's  finest  goes  awry.  he  looks  young,  that  she  can  tell,  and  she  can't  let  that  happen  to  him.

 with  his  grip  on  her,  she  goes  along  with  his  direction,  heading  for  the  alley.  despite  the  slight  panic  she  feels  in  her  chest,  she's  able  to  keep  a  calm  head.  she  doesn't  mind  being  pulled  along  to  this.  she's  got  nothing  to  do,  and  perhaps  it  would  make  a  good  story  for  something  later.  ❝  what  happens  when  we  get  to  the  alley?  ❞  it's  better  to  know  now  what  he  has  planned  than  later,  or  maybe  he  has  nothing  planned,  so  she  can  start  developing  it  now,  while  there's  still  time.

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if ur muse has daddy issues, clap ur hands

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&  —  *  ❝  creaturedear .

the  heat  is  eating  away  at  her ,  it  clings  to  the  skin.   she  moves  slow  in  this  weather  and  takes  even  longer  to  respond ,  looking  dazed  for  prolonged  seconds  at  a  time.  

you’ve  caught  her  off  guard.   eleanor  falls  still ,  steadying  her  movement.   one  must  say  yes  in  these  situations ,  she  knows  this.   say  yes  and  thank  you  and  then  smile  pretty ,  that’s  always  to  be  expected.   she  knows  this  and  still  fails  to  do  so.

eyes  widen ,  peering  with  sudden  curiosity.   first  at  the  box ,  then  at  its  holder ,  and  back  again.   you  have  her  interest ,  that’s  one  thing.   “     are  you  going  to  poison  me ?    ”     oh  ,  wrong  answer.   that  can’t  be  right.

 it  takes  her  a  full  moment  to  register  the  girl's  response.  how  odd.  usually,  people  are  grateful,  they'll  smile  at  her,  take  the  cupcake,  say  thank  you,  and  leave.  how  strange  for  her  to  be  accused  of  poisoning,  although  she'll  give  the  girl  credit  ---  it's  very  possible,  despite  how  harmless  she  thinks  she  looks.  but  maybe  that  makes  her  seem  dangerous.

 ❝  no,  i'm  not  going  to  poison  you.  ❞  she  lets  out  a  small  laugh,  like  the  idea  is  a  joke.  she  hopes  it  is,  at  least.  ❝  we're  not  in  a  fairy  tale,  you  know.  although,  i  believe  in  the  fairy  tale  you  would've  been  offered  something  healthier.  like  an  apple.  that's  a  vanilla  cupcake  with  raspberry  icing.  all  sugar,  nothing  healthy.  ❞

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 darling,  what  are  you?  i’m  a  girl.  a  girl  with  a  heart,  with  a  brain,  with  a  soul.  do  you  hurt?  i  hurt,  i  ache,  i  bleed.  /  ind.  original  character  written  by  kristine.  previously  olympeia.

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&  —  *  ❝  daayaan .

why yes, she does know. it’s a thing she does when she’s bored. or when she’s supposed to be somewhere and in true rohini fashion shows up half an hour too early.(what? it’s better to be early than to be late!) provided there aren’t any last minute changes because those, she cannot handle. not with grace and dignity, at least. no, she handles such things with stress.

not to worry, though; rohini’s got nowhere to be. no plans today. so she’s free to people-watch to her heart’s content. when a voice reaches her ears, the dark haired girl swivels and catches the eye of a blonde girl about her own age. “i know,” a grin and then: “someone might. or they might not. i think that ups the stakes. i think it’s fun. don’t you?”

 her  head  tilts  in  curiosity,  as  she  expected  the  girl  to  simply  deny  what  she's  been  doing,  and  just  say  she  was  staring  blankly  off  into  the  distance.  no  one  really  admits  to  watching  people,  it  seems  stalker - ish.  at  least  to  arabella.  especially  since  those  who've  been  caught  staring  at  her  would  typically  receive  the  sharpest  glare  they've  ever  seen.  staring  has  always  been  considered  rude,  so  she  doesn't  like  it,  and  the  only  time  she  does  it  is  if  there's  something  to  pay  attention  to.

 ❝  that's  not  really  my  idea  of  fun,  ❞  she  shrugs  loosely,  an  uncaring  manner  she's  adapted  and  mastered.  though  if  she  were  to  tell  the  truth,  she’s  unsure  of  what  she  considers  fun  anymore.  other  than  baking  and  decorating,  at  least.  ❝  besides,  what  would  you  do  if  someone  were  to  catch  you  and  wanna  start  a  fight  or  something?  can  you  fight?  i  hope  you  can.  for  your  sake.  ❞

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honestly would y’all still write w me if i stopped using icons for arabella? lmao