aelfang

⟢ ..  with the stars in her eyes and the wind in her hair.
          	
          	     an endless search of home.

orfays

pssst, marrrrrry! 
          
          / i missed our muses interacting:3

aelfang

   THE IMPACT OF THE FRUIT 《 @orfays 》 came before her boice did as the small circular fruit bounced on top and off her head, getting an audible  " ow "  from her.  slightly disoriented, she began looking around as her mind caught up to her senses, a small smile spreading on her lips as her eyes narrowed up at the woman that sat ever so comfortably on the stable branches of the olden oak tree. 
            
                      " you cheeky thing! a hello could have sufficed"   she shook her head and walked towards the tree, leaning toward it.  "why are we being sneaky?"  she questioned, ever the most eager person to be up to any kind of cheeky business.  
            
              (;;)    I did too, dear ♥︎  always appreciate your drops <:  how are you?
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borgdan

⠀⠀⠀   have you forgotten your place, woman?

aelfang

      ANGER BOILED UNDERNEATH HER SKIN,《 @maneye 》
                      cruel, uncaring and consuming.   his voice used to bring her peace, used to beckon her in ways she could neither handle nor understand. now, the sound of his voice made her anger worsen.     intense was the green of her orbs as she looked up at him confidently, her anger causing her to be much more daring and perhaps more so uncaring.   
            
                  "my place?   oh please, enlighten me of it, I implore you."   the words came out intense, like they were carved out from the depths of her heart.  her eyes grew glossed over, tears welling up in them, birthed from the immensity oof her frustration.  perhaps, it had been wrong of her to assume he wanted her around at all. 
            
                   "you know what-   I am leaving.   clearly I shouldn't have been concerned about you at all." 
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orfays

*miri reaches over in a hurry, stopping her hand before another folder can be opened. a quick glance flicks toward the office door, then back again.*   no, that’s—not the file. 
          
          *she whispers, lowering her voice instinctively.*   what exactly are you snooping around for?

orfays

/   loving your theme theherh 

orfays

/   19 hours is crazyy but then like it’s 7 : 4pm for me ig my timing is worse u write back whenever is more convenient for u im slower then like everyone tbh thanks for the drops too i will post in return for u! 
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orfays

/   i kind of, uhm think these two would be so mischievous together????? :’)))
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