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/    on @spidercxre rn, I’ll get to it eventually—  :eyes:

      /      <3

/     ! 

/    at the bakery

(  it  was  relieving  to  not  be  met  with  anger.  she  expected  it,  not  because  of  him,  but  memories.  sure,  it  was  instances  that  happened  several  decades  into  the  past,  but  some  wounds  are  too  difficult  to  heal  when  all  you  have  is  yourself.  and  when  you  generally  cared  as  little  for  yourself  as  she  did  ..  you  give  up  on  healing  all  together.  she  did.  ) 
            
            i  think  ..  two-hundred  and  sixty—  no,  seventy  something?  somewhere  around  those  numbers,  if  i’ve  been  keeping  track  right.        (  the  words  left  her  with  a  lot  less  tension  now,  feeling  like  she  could  breathe.  )
            
            (  having  been  alive— could  it  even  be  considered  that?—  for  so  long,  she’d  grown  bored  over  time.  she  didn’t  know  what  year  she  lived  in  until  after  she  was  eighteen,  barely  even  knowing  her  own  birthday—  a  day  she  hated  with  passion.  but  she’d  given  up  on  counting  several  times  as  the  decades  passed,  restarting  yet  again  inevitably;  the  need  to  control  at  least  some  part  of  how  her  life  was  measured  always  did get  to  her.  ) 

@blackcqt- /
            
            he watched her quietly, listening to every word she said. of course he had looked her up— many times, because that was what he did as the intelligence for the bratva: first contact for information, especially classified or sensitive, and he always needed to know who he was dealing with. it was clearly his job.
            
            but all his resources had failed to identify salem. he had kept his search private, careful that no one would question why he was digging so cautiously, yet he had been unlucky with his findings. curious, it was. he had only known bits and pieces of who salem was, and only from the information she had willingly provided. though he kept that to himself— the fact that he’d looked her up, or at least tried to.
            
            hearing her explain herself made it clear why she was never mentioned in his vast database. to put it simply: she didn’t exist. “interesting,” he finally said, giving a soft nod. “so, how old are you, really?”

right,    (  she  nodded,  fingers  tapping  gently  against  the  nearest  surface  to  calm  her  nerves.  )     so,  uh,  i’m  not  sure  if  i  ever  told  you,  but  i’m  kinda  [ really ]  really  old.  or  like— i  would  be,  if  i,  y’know,  aged  normally.  but  well— when  i  was  born,  my  parents  didn’t  tell  anyone.  like  at  all.  and  i  was  easy  to  hide  ..  so  uh,  when  i  left,  i  had  nothing.  and  it’s  not  easy  to  fill  out  paperwork  for  someone  who  legally  never  existed.  especially  when  they’d  also  be,  kinda  technically  dead,  should  any  tests  be  run  on  them.  so  ..  i  was  kinda  hidden  away  again,  and  ‘s  too  late  now,  y’know?    (  she  slowly  lifted  her  head  to  look  at  him.  ) 

/   I   know   I’m   late,   but   any   pls! 

      /      whatever you’re feeling <3 

@vilientis / intro

@swollenupwithenvy /
            
            “me? cruel? sweetheart, i am everything but cruel. but no photos— you have more than enough of those.”