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Send me a “🍪” for my muse to find yours with crumbs around their mouth and my muse’s empty cookie jar
Couple of days ago, the dark angel encountered a little helpful pixie and found herself appreciating her company in her small room sharing with the shadow being. A polite and delightful being she was. As they met again a couple of minutes ago at the corridor, Rose couldn’t resist to invite her to another tea time session of hers. It was the very first time for her to build a relationship with someone without intention of harming them in anyway and it felt nice. It was a mistake to leave the pixie and the jar of raspberry cheesecake cookie alone at the table, Rose was about to realize this while she was occupied brewing the tea. As she turned around with a neat tray in her hands, her Persian green eyes caught the last piece of cookie being popped in the mouth of the other with crumbs all over those pretty lips. The jar empty. Her jaw dropped. “I usually need a couple of days for that mount of cookie”, she carried the tray towards the small circular table then she raised her hand to touch her lips with her fingertip gently, chuckling at the other, “At least tell me that you liked them”












