✩ ˖ ˚ . @novadine.
❝ if you have something to say, then please . . . ❞ there is a concern that drips like dew drops on spring petals from her tone. soft lips curl inward, downward -- she’s frowning while she speaks. impatience creeps on her like the looming dead & it’s almost as if she orders him to speak. perhaps her father is rubbing off on her. she shudders at the thought.
















