her lips quirk upward in a somewhat amused gesture. her delicate features conform as the sun falls on her from behind, giving her silhouette a slight glow, her hair appearing to be threads of gold. her toe taps against the tile of the floor. her gris-gris bounces on the side of her bag with the movement. ❛ i thin’ you still have my pen. mind if i ask for it back ? it’s fine if you still need it. ❜
@thronestarved ❤️ for a starter.











