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/            pretty please.

/  can i get these two old war veterans catching up  <33

your mental health & and wellbeing is important*

sending virtual hugs to you also! <3

✨ /  /  i’m so very sorry to hear that you’re feeling down :”( :( </3 
            
            sending you much love, healing energy, etc ♡ i hope that you feel better soon! please take care of yourself/look after yourself, take it easy, and be gentle/kind to yourself ♡  you matter, you are loved, and your mental health is important ♡ i know we’ve only recently met and such, but i care about you! ♡

@UnderworldRose- 
            
            Grace’s throat tightened before she could stop it. She let out a slow breath, shoulders easing as Persephone’s hands returned to their gentle rhythm, grounding her in a way no armor or weapon ever had.
            “…I’m not very good at resting” Grace admitted quietly, voice rough but honest. “Or believing I don’t have to earn the softness I’m given.”
            She tilted her head just enough to look at Persephone from the corner of her eye, careful not to disturb the braid. Her expression carried something fragile and sincere, stripped of bravado.
            “But you make it feel… allowed” she continued. “Like I can just exist for a moment without bracing for what comes next.”
            Grace swallowed, then gave a small, almost embarrassed smile. “So maybe I won’t say thank you.” A pause, then softer: “I’ll say I’m breathing. I’m here. And I’ll try to remember what you said—when the world gets loud again.” Her gaze lowered, voice barely above a whisper “So lady, Will I see you again?”

⧆【 @_T0NIGHT 】⧆
            
            Persephone paused for the briefest moment, her fingers stilling in Grace’s hair, and a small, tender smile curved her lips. She leaned just slightly closer, the faint scent of wilted roses and earth surrounding her.
            
            “You honor me,” she murmured, voice gentle as a sigh, “but I am neither princess nor queen for ceremony alone… only because I carry a duty to those who need care.” She returned to weaving the strands of Grace’s hair with patient precision, letting each movement speak the quiet reverence she felt.
            
            “You’re welcome, child,” she murmured softly, her voice low and comforting, like the hush of dusk settling over the world. “I notice because it matters — you matter. There’s nothing here you could do that would make you unworthy of care.”
            
            She brushed a stray strand from Grace’s cheek, eyes soft and attentive. “No thanks is needed, little one. Only that you breathe, that you rest, and that you remember — you are not alone. Ever.”
            

@UnderworldRose- 
            
            Grace froze, her fingers tightening on the straps of her brace. She had expected a friend, someone familiar—but the voice, soft and impossibly noble, and the delicate sweep of hands through her hair made her chest tighten.
            
            “May I ask… who you are, my lady?” she said, her voice steady but edged with awe. Her eyes widened as she caught a glimpse of the lady’s reflection in the mirror, drinking in every detail—the poise, the warmth, the effortless grace. “You’re a princess, aren’t you? Or… a queen?”
            
            As Persephone’s hands moved through her hair, careful and reverent, and Grace’s breath caught. She noticed how each movement was deliberate, patient, as though she were handling something precious and fragile. Even in silence, there was a quiet authority, a soft kindness that made Grace’s heart swell.
            
            “I’ve never felt anyone care like this before, my lady. It’s so gentle… I don’t even know how to thank you,” Grace murmured, her gaze following the careful weaving of her hair. Each strand seemed to receive equal attention, and she realized that the goddess’s care was not hurried or distracted—it was complete.
            
            Her hands rested lightly at her sides, but her eyes never left Persephone’s face. “You take the time for me… a huntress… and yet… you treat me with such… such grace, such patience…” Her mind raced to find words worthy of the moment, but all she could offer was quiet, genuine admiration.
            
            Grace’s chest tightened, overwhelmed by awe and gratitude. She swallowed hard, her voice soft but sincere. “Thank you truly, princess… queen… dear lady… for noticing me, for being so kind.”

/    mother things

@ofsleep 
            
            
            ;// omgggg thank you that means the absolute world to me ♡♡♡ (ಥ﹏ಥ)
            
            As the saying goes it costs nothing to be nice to people so you’ll never see me being rude to anyone ( even though I don’t get the same treatment irl from most people ;-; )
            
            And I can say the same about you !! I love interacting and chatting with you :D

i feel lucky to have met you*