#perceptiioncheck

[novaragno]

im not even saying her name haha

that is ... a lot to process.

[novaragno]

@perceptiioncheck replied to your post “FELICITY PARKING has appeared ! what to do...”:

[ mj vc ] throws salt punch throws salt punch throws salt p

[novaragno]

[novaragno]

[novaragno]

your best friend stopped missing you. she stopped missing you long ago.

RIP MY MUSE'S HEART. ↬ accepting.

❝ i know. ❞ and she wouldn't be surprised; mj wasn't the type to look behind her. SHE DIDN'T KEEP WHAT SHE DIDN'T NEED, and that included things that hurt her.

which meant it included her.

which is what she wanted. ❝ IT'S A GOOD THING. ❞ she forces a smile. ❝ it's-- it's BETTER that way, anyway. she doesn't n--need me. ❞ nobody does. she'd just hurt her.

❝ as l--long as she's HEALTHY and SAFE ... th--that's all that matters to m--me. ❞

[crownhcart]

john didn't respond to the missive lady had sent him. as soon as his eyes met the word 'heiress', the world simply blacked out. it came back that he was already sitting at the café, the letter being turned over and over in his nervous hands, paper cut and ruined by fingers spotted with ink.

the heiress. the poor young thing, who he had named once to lady, melancholic glances and mind still lost in the residue of the few drops of honey he took to just stop thinking about her. to her green eyes, wide and desperate, calling silently for help. to the rock leaving his hands and ending it all. a breath leaves shakily his lips. how could lady meet the heiress...?

" may i bring you something, sir? " the voice of the waitress takes him off guard, yet he doesn't flinch. he turns rigidly towards her, attempts a smile, fails. « coffee. » he just manages to murmur. the waitress nods, and turns to deliver his order to the counter. slowly, john returns to stare at the door and wait for the entrance of lady.

she couldn't meet the heiress. how could she? and how could she say such a thing, and then ask not to ask any more questions about it? he could feel a vague nausea turning his stomach. he doesn't even know who he's waiting for. their relationship has been very peculiar; he doesn't even know if he can consider her a friend. but then, he has let himself get captured and dragged to fallen london in search for revenge —— maybe he has not the right to talk.

the door opens, and lady finally makes her entrance. john stands instinctually, waving at her and then to her seat, an old gallant habit that he has yet to lose. the questions push in his throat, dangerous and urgent, yet he makes the effort of swallowing them down just a moment longer. he once again attempts a smile, and once again fails. « i did not think i would have been here before you, seen the urgency in your missive. » he instead comments, unable to hide the tension in his voice. « what can i offer you? »

@perceptiioncheck / lady