ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ʙʏ #𝓣𝓲𝓷𝔂𝓣
She mumbled, legs kick back and forth underneath the table with a soft sigh as her eyes began to look around for anyone suspicious.
For Death’s part, she was wearing a rather form fitting black bodycon dress.
“ this shouldn’t be too hard, right? ”
layla took a breathe as she smoothed out the skirt of her dress.
“ just keep a look out, i’ll go grab us two drinks. ”
who said they couldn’t enjoy themselves? ”
She mumbled, legs kick back and forth underneath the table with a soft sigh as her eyes began to look around for anyone suspicious.
For Death’s part, she was wearing a rather form fitting black bodycon dress.
And perhaps that little arrangement could blossom into something far more intimate with time.
𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘮. ✨
And perhaps that little arrangement could blossom into something far more intimate with time.
But this is about souls and beings who are already dead.
And Death has no dominion over Heaven or Hell.
So yeah…she has a right to be a tad bit self centered.
So yeah…she has a right to be a tad bit self centered.
So yeah…she has a right to be a tad bit self centered.
A lot of people are going to die!
It’s almost time to march.
And maybe she’ll have the Heavenly Throne by Christmas.
Wouldn’t that be something?
❛ Do you want a stepping disc to get home sooner? ❜
A swift turn on her heel, smile long gone as she left without so much as a peep.
A swift turn on her heel, smile long gone as she left without so much as a peep.
A swift turn on her heel, smile long gone as she left without so much as a peep.