do not assume that i am a child because i wear flower wreaths in my hair. in the wintertime, their petals shrivel to reveal the obsidian bones of a crown underneath.
There is a LIGHT furrow of his brow, as his head dips to the others sass, upper lip twitching slightly before curling into a neat smirk that sat proudly upon his bearded face; a soft chuckle escapes as he shifts his forms weight from one leg to the other, an unnecessary motion; but he was a creature of habit.
❛ curtsy; grovel; beg; whatever you fancy . ❜
❛at least you’re giving me options .❜not that she’d humor him with either one of them , even though the overbold being within her wanted to curtsy in mockery — but never grovel , never beg / not if she could help it .❛none of them really stand out to me at the moment though .❜
