#bonewreaths

[eneaid]

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NAME: bone boy 💀

RINGTONE: what's this? danny elfman !

PICTURE: 

LAST TEXT RECEIVED: see you in the quad for pancakes?

LAST TEXT SENT: uh, DUH! in what universe would i miss that??

your muse's info in my muse's phone.

[dreamshyde]

▏ ▎ ⠀〈 ⠀⠀ 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑.⠀⠀〉 ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ * &. ⠀ currently accepting!

↳ @bonewreaths sent ✐ for a randomly generated sentence starter.

❛ did you miss me when you were gone? ❜

[eneaid]

» RECEIVED IMS FROM @bonewreaths: did you forget we had plans?

sent, bone boy 💀: what? no! no no, of course not!!! sent, bone boy 💀: i just got a liiiittle preoccupied, ugh. i'm sorry!! sent, bone boy 💀: i'll be there ASAP, promise!!

[eneaid]

bellatrix: sender wipes blood from receiver’s lip with their sleeve. ― @bonewreaths.

ENID ISN'T EVEN AWARE OF THE DULL PAIN IN HER FLESH until august leans forward, pulling the hem of their uniform cuff over the heel of their palm to dab the dribble of crimson on her chin, and she immediately releases her lower lip from the confines of the offending canine. it's a childhood habit she has yet to age out of: gnawing on plush tiers when she is nervous, worried, uncomfortable, or otherwise lost in thought -- but since her first shift, the changes in her body have made it a tedious tick. the newfangled sharpness of her teeth above all, forgotten in the worst moments. she grimaces, swiping away the remnant blood with her tongue and offering the necromancer an apologetic look. his response is familiar, the quiet notch of concern between his brows and an echo of a fond smile in the twitch of his lips. sometimes, she wonders if she's so good at reading wednesday because of augustine.

“ ugh, i'm sorry, ” the wolf locks her knees closer underneath her chin, peering at murphy through a delicate spiderweb of lashes. “ i'm just -- ” worried. annoyed. upset. an entire tangle of emotions sit in her ribs, too thick to claw through. she huffs, suddenly unwinding her limbs in a pulse of restlessness and throwing herself back onto the sofa. hands animate in the air alongside her words. “ i feel like i can't ever get a second to just like, relax, you know? something is always getting in the way, trying to hurt the school or my friends or wednesday -- and i just ― ! ” her hands fall to cover her face, muffling what she bemoans, “ i just want to stress about normal teenage girl things! ”

[bonewreaths]

⠀⠀  ⠀   BONEWREATHS   ⠀   ⠀𖤐⠀⠀  ⠀independent,  private  and  low  activity  original  character set  in  netflix's  wednesday.  exceedingly  minimalistic.  scribed  by  𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖,  she  /  they,  cst,  twenty  -  one  plus.   

SPOILERS WITHIN !!

⠀ guidelines. muse bio. 𓏭 digging graves with @dreamshyde, @eneaid, &. @miercabre.