PROPHETICAS SENT : ･ﾟﾟ･ ❛ WEREN’T WE BIRDS OF A FEATHER ? ❜ ‘ ; meme , accepting .
❛ oh, not weren’t BUT ARE , ❜ present tense. and a tone so suggesting , so honest. , when expressed in such manner , it seems almost treacherous , a bauble misplaced by SIEVE - LIKE memory and ABSENT - MINDED higher authorities . ( and oh, how he wishes it were so , their grandeur ) , and so biting eyes study her expressions , curve over any twitches or tension - lines . the flesh of his fingertip plays inquisitively at his lower lip . ❛ LET’S SEE , THEN ; two of the same both hiding things lethal and perceptive behind otherwise SERENE EXPRESSIONS . both UNDERESTIMATED and yet FEARED at the same time . ❜
perhaps , now , his eyes narrow as memories of BETRAYAL and POWER - LUST persuade his mind , JAW TIGHT / HE: RUSTLED , he’s no longer looking to her . he’s looking to nowhere at all . ( AMBEDO : / NOUN. / A DREAM - LIKE ABSORPTION , YOU’RE LOST IN A TRANCE . ) ❛ ‘ EVERYTHING A KINGDOM DESERVED , BUT NEVER RECEIVED . ( makes eye contact again , SMILES , THE CHESHIRE ! ) yes ? SO IT APPEARS OUR BIRDS DO FLOCK TOGETHER . ❜ ･ﾟﾟ･ ‘ @propheticas .