✎ ` @baudelheiress ➜ here, take a sip.
𝙸 𝙵𝚄𝙼𝙱𝙻𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝚃𝙰𝙺𝙴 𝙰 𝙷𝙾𝙻𝙳 of proffered teacup, the porcelain feels paper - thin, fragile and out of place in my hands. the very tips of my fingers cerise with color, there’s a tremor — i struggle with a smile, and a quiet, ❝ THANKS, VIOLET. ❞ with her face in my peripheral, as pallid and fine as the china, embarrassment has began to bud and silence takes a forefront. i clear my throat, twice, peering to the pool of earl grey tea in front of me; what is there to say? ❝ it’s hot — ❞













