𝙸𝚃 𝙳𝙾𝙴𝚂𝙽'𝚃 𝙵𝙴𝙴𝙻 𝚁𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃... 𝙳𝚁𝙴𝚂𝚂 𝙸𝚃𝙲𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙾 𝙱𝙴 𝚁𝙸𝙿𝙿𝙴𝙳 𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼 𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝚂𝙺𝙸𝙽, an uncomfortable squirm before her reflection and fingers tug and pull at satin to better fit her hips. it’s too much... a voice warns, her lips pursing as chest tightens and lungs burn ― it doesn’t suit you , look how silly you look ― just another girl playing dress up. he’s not here, and yet his presence haunts her ― his voice a broken record whispering at her ear. even still, even when he’s dead, he threatens to drown her in his venom.
suddenly she turns, away from the voice ― away from her own reflection, gaze searching for her lifeline ― for the man who had managed to ease all her pain, who picked up her broken pieces and breathed her whole. ❛ are you sure? ❜ she frets, a frown etched atop her brow, ❛ i just ― i’m not used to these kind of things ― these dresses...i feel ridiculous. ❜ eyes water and her head falls in shame, ❛ i can’t go ― i won’t fit in, just...take someone else, wolfie, i can’t... ❜
THE ART OF DOMESTICITY (AC) / ↺ @bgdnw → “ 𝚂𝚃𝙾𝙿 𝚆𝙾𝚁𝚁𝚈𝙸𝙽𝙶 , 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙻𝙾𝙾𝙺 𝙿𝙴𝚁𝙵𝙴𝙲𝚃. ”













