she withdraws, holstering her weapon and committing herself to stone. red lips press into a brisk line and stoic eyes do not betray the lurch in her core. for now, she has no equitable bounds to linger on the offensive or defensive. her shoulders relax, each crest of breath smooths itself out until placidity settles and resides deep within her marrow. she says, ❛ nothing good ever happens when you show up, you know. ❜ which is, perhaps, considerably true.
arcanelycursed || STARTER CALL.









