YVET
@pntdwngs.bsky.social
Synodic season To come out of hiding Why'd it take so long?
Sometimes to appease A rage that comes in fits, Serious one, you squander Bites within the kiss;
BEAUTY’S MAESTRO@beautysmaestro.bsky.social · last yr.You wound me, my brunette, With ever-mocking smile, Then sweetly, like the moon, Gaze on my heart a while.
my flame was dim, but not snuffed, i lurk in the blue hot embers left by my skirts along the floor.
# CAINUSLUPOS: indie selective werewolf original muse written by clare. this muse has original lore & is fandomless. ♡ or ↺ is appreciated !! #MVRP #fandomlessRP
Can I ask... a question? Your friends... What kind of... people are they? I wonder... Do these people... think of you... as a friend?
As horrible as it sounds, I'm perfectly fine with being unlovable.
No, this is right. This was never my story, it's yours.
“Do not worry over it, you deserve compensation for such a kind act,” he insists, gloved hands folding over his skirt. Yvet’s soft hair rests splayed over both shoulders, impossibly thick and curly. He likely had money to spare, but he surely had other reasons for this generosity.
