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hellooo !Β iβm chrissie, twenty-five, my pronouns are she/her,Β Β &Β Β i hail from ireland, which means iβm gmt.Β iβm currently in full-time education at university,Β Β &Β also work part-time, plus iβm looking after my lil pupper 24/7 so pls bear with me as i may be busier than usual some days !Β iβm always down to plot and work out connections so please always feel free to reach out via ims or hmu on discord instead if you preferΒ !Β :-)
π±π°π»π³ππΒ π·π°πππ πΈπΆππ΄π½Β Β Β :Β Β Β court assassin,Β vrajiit,Β twenty-eight,Β leo suter fc.
γΒ Β here is what they donβt tell you :Β icarus laughed as he fell.Β threw his head back and yelled into the winds, arms spread wide, teeth bared to the world.Β (Β there is a bitter triumph in crashing when you should be soaring.Β )Β the wax scorched his skin, ran blazing trails down his back, his thighs, his ankles, his feet.Β feathers floated like prayers past his fingers, close enough to snatch back.Β death breathed burning kisses against his shoulders, where the wings joined the harness.Β the sun painted everything in shades of gold.Β (Β there is a certain beauty in setting the world on fire and watching from the centre of the flames.Β )Β Β γ
πΊπ°ππ°π½π°Β πΌπ°π»πΈπΊΒ Β Β :Β Β Β lady in waiting,Β court spy,Β vrajiit,Β thirty-one,Β summer bishil fc.
γΒ Β she licks blood off her fingers and she looks like divine absolution.Β careful, meleager ;Β this is your sport but sheβs not playing a game.Β do not think you are safe because you love her.Β do not think she will not stain her mouth red with your blood too.Β Β Β γ
ππΎππ΄π»π°π½π°Β π±π°ππ±π Β Β : Β Β lady of house barbu,Β non-vrajiit,Β twenty-seven,Β hazal filiz küçükkΓΆse fc.
γ Β Β they wonβt tell you fairytales of how girls can be dangerous and still win.Β they will only tell you stories where girls are sweet and kind and reject all sin.Β i guess to them itβs a terrifying thought, a red riding hood who knew exactly what she was doing when she invited the wild in.Β Β Β γ
ππ°π·ππ°Β πΌπ°π·πΈπ½ Β Β : Β Β scholar,Β vrajiit,Β twenty-nine,Β medalion rahimi fc.
γ Β they sent a knight to save you once and found you curled up with the dragon.Β crown askew, skirts singed.Β they tried marrying you, couldnβt hack it.Β went home, you liked the acoustics much better in empty castles.Β (Β the dragon was teaching you to roar.Β )Β six wars they waged against you, disgruntled princes with their silent knights.Β blood in the fields, in the water, in the snow.Β on their crowns, when you added them to your collection.Β rarely smiled, laughed only with the dragon.Β looked so often over your shoulder you almost forgot to watch ahead.Β hereβs the secret you took to your grave :Β you were holding whole kingdoms but your palms were made of sand. Β γ
