#lookedinfinite.

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rolling his eyes dismissively with his fingers attentively fastening the strap upon his boots⸺swallowing his pride to be seen as an amateur for grandeur revelation, of which will make her to be chary of his humbling &. her tactless laugh amongst the people, especially children . . . truth to be told, he has never been into a commercialized ice skating ring within a mall, where everyone could bump into each other &. neither would have an insurance upon the injury they might have, as she may be unaware of such different venue could exist, like a literal frozen lake with a christmas market next to it

however he let @lookedinfinite to have a moment of victory, with a saccharine smile &. doe eyes confronting his nonchalant figure feigning his balance on the rails ( a kid is cutting the line, &. he sucks his breath in ) whilst waiting the coast is clear before eventually, purposefully flinging directly into her direction with a full speed 'tween his legs &. stops, with ice fly into her side, ❝  oh, please, you truly believe that? i've got a license for ski alpin, ❞ a thick accent, referring to the license to use ski in alpine, he circles around her, with his hands behind his back &. a smile scintillating his arroagance⸺countering her dissipated mirth from her face, ❝  i've got an insurance for it too, would you like it? ❞

MAEVE DONOVAN SAYS, ❛  you've never been ice skating before?  ❜ FROM WINTER &. CHRISTMAS PROMPTS

[anunkindncss-a]

[ LIFT ]: sender lifts receiver's chin to look at them. - peter? x

It just… happened. The weight of the day pressed down until his shoulders curled in, until the scuffed tips of his sneakers seemed safer than her eyes. He could feel the words he wasn’t saying clawing up his throat, but they stayed buried, heavy as lead.

Then her fingers were there... light, certain, gently tipping his chin up.

Peter blinked, startled, caught in the gravity of her touch before he could think to resist. Maeve’s eyes found his like they’d been waiting, patient and unyielding, and for a second it felt like the whole world stilled. There was no judgment there. No demand. Just quiet insistence. Look at me.

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eyelids are rapidly fluttering upon hearing @lookedinfinite 's unfathomable articulation⸺as if he were trying to decipher, without making himself look cretinous amongst acquaintances who are equally dumbfounded by her soft spoken, yet foreign for all of them . . . he didn't catch her name nor her profession beforehand, thus he finds it difficult to reply to her, except yet another question.. to intrigue her even more thus he doesn't need to answer her question, ❝ well. ja. unfortunately i don't have any children .. yet. i know that for sure some of my traits are inherited from my mother. but, we aren't exactly predestined to be because of our parents, right? sure, genetics play along, but it's just factors. wouldn't you say so? ❞

SMALL STARTER : ACCEPTING

[saturnmused-a]

@lookedinfinite 』 『 𝙻𝚈𝚁𝙸𝙲 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙲𝙰𝙻𝙻. tw: triggering themes involved.

❝ YOU DON'T HAVE TO look so scared, honey, ❞ the ghostface says in slight 𝙲𝙾𝙾𝙸𝙽𝙶 tone as they look down at their latest victim. in some respects, being chained in their basement should prove a welcome respite to her life, teeming with commitments & goals that they figure must be weighing on her. but she might not see it like that, at least not yet. ❝ i'm not going to 𝙷𝚄𝚁𝚃 you. not unless you misbehave, & i'm sure you won't. you seem like the good girl type. ❞ they know little to nothing about her other than her routine, out of which they've built a personality for her, but this time together will be the 𝚃𝚁𝚄𝙴 test. ❝ you can call me ghost. no, it's not my real name. getting to know that is a privilege that you might get, again ― only if you're good. can you agree to that ? ❞