Mar 15, 2017
“ abel ! my love, “ her voice carries throughout the bodega and while loud, the space just amplifies it. she tilts her head as her voice echos back to her ; a sweeping glance notices the gnomes padding past her feet. persephone approaches the counter now. leans on it, flicking endless hair over her shoulder. she isn’t here to harass him like one gale reilly might. she just wants to play hopscotch in aisle 6.25. / @deadpanisms.