#frstwomn.

[atwolfehunt]

@frstwomn : send 🌿 for a mistletoe kiss-

          "          if  you  wanted'a  make  out,  chief-  y'could've  just  asked.        "        smirk  graces  the  hunter's  lips  as  she  finds  herself  standing  with  tamsin  under  the  mistletoe  and  holly  above  their  heads.  kendra  rolled  her  eyes,  she  didn't  believe  in  shit  like  that.  there  was  enough  going  on  in  the  world  for  her  to  believe  in.  kissing  under  a  leaf  because  it's  tradition  is  not  one  of  them.  besides,  she's  not  much  one  for  tradition.  but  she  simply  couldn't  pass  up  this  opportunity.  kendra  grinned  toothily,  crossing  her  arms  under  her  chest,  tightening  the  thin  fabric  of  her  dress  as  she  cocked  her  hip  and  slid  a  step  to  the  side,  blocking  the  both  of  them  from  prying  eyes,  feeling  the  intense  stares  of  tamsin's  detail  on  her  bare  back.        "        politicians  aren't  really  my  type,  but  if  y'wanna  make  headlines,  i  can  make  an  exception.         "

[justicism]

‘ it is an honour, your excellency, ’   courteously bowing his head upon @frstwomn by the time she asserts her presence within the room ; the amiable ambiance dissipates, however a jest, or rather a sordid quip emitted to eradicate the tension －－ despite his renowned solemn demeanor, opprobrium oft spoken forthwith as he sinks himself to the seat with a leg above the other and hands tucked upon his lap, ‘ though i believe such title holds its autocracy than democracy －－ but it'd be churlish of me to speak about it, since people also call me as your honour too ’   / starter call