@psychiatriae
💛 💜 ❤️ || she does not at all fancy the PROSPECT of landing herself into a fight. the alien creature does not seem to be a horrible individual, but that memory of him looming THREATENINGLY over her small frame set off signals, harsh alarms that burned and seared into her bones. she's a survivor; the world FORCED her to be one. and yet, when she sees him crossing street towards her, the mind she searches is not filled with vile thoughts. nay, he doesn't seem to recognise her presence in the slightest. and indeed, he doesn't even LOOK like himself! she wonders if this is the creature who was so desperate for her end or if his thoughts just happened to ring SIMILARLY? satori leans in upon her seat, elbows propped against the table. a softly sweet smile touches lips as she peers upwards.
❝are you HUNGRY? they have some of the most DELICIOUS cakes here.❞












