and i recognize the determination. as annoying as it is. 💧 maybe a visit to an old friend would be nice..

speaking of, lovely display of roses sprawled out for me when i arrived. worship is so refreshing to return to. 🥀

whatever you say. 💢

should have spoken up the moment you had a chance, if you truly felt these ways.

‘ still been using— even in this moment still using- simply because i thought * youd prefer it over anything else.

[ sneering. ]

you only say these words of regret now, once something you love is ruined, but not the moment i first show face around this— d i s g u s t i n g excuse of a home. you

fabric of his robe. ]

said nothing. never— reached out— never ‘ anything❗️🦊

[ a shake of head soon comes, eyes darting to look around and soon peer into the distance. staring beyond hans, towards something else. something to draw his attention and ease the brewing inside. retracting his hand and wiping it against the

a motion backwards; the hits, although weak, were enough to stir the complicated depths of his own mind. florian extend his arm and pushed his fingers against the top of hans’ head, applying pressure and urging the fool away. ]

go hold a ceremony for your ugly weeds, you hold them above all else.

done to feel some form of sensation. ]

do ‘ not touch me. next i will poison myself, same as those flowers to be rid of your disgusting lingering.

im just going to change my hair back.