❝ you seem troubled. ❞ and it is with a childlike grace and guileless hum that she sidles into the seat directly across him, propping chin onto awaiting palm. somber gaze of twin irises, aptly hued from moonlight, belie the honeyed tone with which she coats her lilt ——— many have thought her a neophyte deity, yet often forget that she has only wizened with age. ❝ a penny for your thoughts? ❞ / @hypnosruled .











