𝐎𝐅 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝚨𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄

i  destroy  what  i  love  and  take  pleasure  in  it. 

[teezing]

𝐭𝐲𝐤𝐢 𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐤.  private  &.  selective.

i will eventually make rules.  written by yana.

[teezing]

one liner ?

[lunariet-arc]

✉     ⸺      @teezing​​     𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧. 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐒.     ┆     not accepting.

sleeping in.

𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌   and can perceive how a part of her soul stirs from slumber,   signaling that it is indeed time to abandon the comfort of the messy,   not too clean room.        The night before,   they had found this little inn down the road to their next destination and the idea of finally sleeping in a real bed had been too alluring to push aside   ;   albeit with some hesitance,   they had used almost the entirety of their money to rent a room and had then done their very best to share the large bed and the rough blankets equally.        Compared to the cold and colorless rooms in which she had resided for the entirety of her life,   even this little place,   despite its old and creaking floor and its blurred windows and its tainted sheets,   had seemed to be the most comfortable and warm of heavens.

And she knows that they should leave,   that they should gather their things and get back on the road so they can be at least slightly closer to their destination…   She knows this and she does continue to repeat it to herself at irregular intervals but once she tuns to the side and settles her gaze ‘pon the pleasant expression painted across his tranquil visage,   the scorching urgency of their condition seems to suddenly fade and dissipate into easy to forget nothingness.        For an instant,   much longer than consciously intended,   the former exorcist observes him and can not hinder her curious mind from wondering what kind of memorable adventures he must be dreaming of,   what kind of mesmerizing land he is fleetingly visiting,   what kind of company is supporting him in his ephemeral endeavors. 

KAGUYA IS SMILING NOW,   for no apparent reasons.        The birds are singing louder than before,   her soul is wide awake by now but she decides that it will not hurt to let him rest for a while longer:   she doubts that their destination will remove its roots from the soil in pursuance of running away,   after all.        And thus she,   too,   comfortably curls herself underneath the heavy layers of wooly blankets and after throwing one last   ❪   affectionate   ❫   glance to her traveling companion,   she decides that she wants to dream for a while longer. 

[teezing]

the way tyki used to be a rdr multi.... lmfao.

[dinindourden]

Tyki Mikk || ch.111-117