LIMBS A CASCADE , ALL ANGLES :
fishnet torn atop throne’s dulled silver , fist rolled ‘neath powdered chin ––– 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 ! undecided , teetering upon the edge of vexation with the childish flutter of lashes ; matters of intergalactic politics do so very little to hold furter’s attention . ❝ . . . what is it that you want , general ? ❞ / @dematalos ♡ .











