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@remembranced - clear & feixiao

"It's not something to concern yourself with. I can handle it."

#* [ feixiao.v01 (main) ] commander & confidante.#* [ feixiao.ic ] high stakes rush.#remembranced #waves enthusiastically

@girlsurvive asked “ what do you need? ”

the question rattles her brain . as cliche as it may be the concern of her's always remains on the well being of another . rosy tiers curl into a comforting gleam , a warmth envelops within . ❛ your company is enough for me , thank you . ❜ voice doused in sweet honesty , plushy lips part as she takes a small sip of the coffee nestled between nimble fingers , nose crinkling . ❛ though do you possibly have anything stronger ? ❜

#waves enthusiastically #i hope this is okay!!#girlsurvive

HELLO FRIEND >:D

HEYYYYYYYYY!!!!

#WAVES ENTHUSIASTICALLY #very glad we're mutuals on here now 😌😌#electric mail

i liek . love you By The Way

I LOVE YOU TOO BUDDY HOPE YOU'RE HAVIN A GOOD DAY!!!! THANK YOU FOR THE KITTIES!!!!!!!!!!!

#WAVES ENTHUSIASTICALLY #ask me stuff

a very warm welcome to the handful of lesbians who have begun to follow me

#waves enthusiastically #seph.txt

nothing meaningful to add. just saying hi :)

#11/05/20 #waves enthusiastically

@brazenlass ♥ for a starter

Hades rarely visits the surface. Usually, it’s to make deals, or check the mortals, or do his rounds of the tracks. The road to hell had to have an upkeep, didn’t it?-- or, more commonly than any other excuse, it was to retrieve his wife. Wherever the h e l l she was now. The irritation is plain in the king’s voice as he whispers to the engineer of his train, the ferry to his realm, as he paces away from the hidden, distant tracks that run deep into the earth, & pushes his way through the boundary of life & death to the mortal world. The roads were paved here, not altogether unlike his own kingdom, the walkways busy with people about their business, enjoying the nice day (while it lasted). After all, nice days didn’t seem to last very long any more, what with the summers growing shorter, the winters longer. Even the keenest of living were picking up on how the climate had shifted so recently, how the cold places were warming up, the warm places freezing over like perhaps even hell itself might, someday. The quarrels of the gods were spilling over like a rolling thunderstorm. A single pale hand dips into coat, dark tattoos flashing from his cuff, & out from his pocket does the god fish a single, pristine cigarette. (He lights it, & in the business of the people around him, he assumes no one sees it isn’t from an ordinary lighter, but from a match that springs to life out of the thin air & goes out without so much as a single scorch mark. The cigarette raises to his mouth, & as he takes a long drag, the match is returned to its place.) Alone on this paved street, Hades stands out like a sore thumb, dressed all in black, dark glasses obscuring his eyes, a cigarette at his lips-- He stands in the middle of the walkway, forces people to move around him to continue on their way, & from where he stands he looks. Looks for a woman in green who had decided to bring the harvest here, of all places.

#v;; we're gonna sing it again #brazenlass #;; starter #;; INTERACTION #WAVES ENTHUSIASTICALLY