#⁜:road vc: alright then mister better explain what you mean

[illuxions]

❛ this is not who i am . ❜ from dove !

horrortale || accepting

@bedove

     “ Then what are you, exactly? ”

Knocking toes of a thick soled shoe against the ground, bird like tilt of curiosity towards a soul dressed so familiar. Who wasn’t her question - names meant nothing to her when it came to a kind so pervasive ( so quick to FALL ). What. What did he mean, what were his bonds, connections, his argument as if to convince her that he wasn’t attached to the very society he wore the mantle of on his chest. Golden hues narrowed to the gleam of a rose cross while child’s mouth sneered. 

     “ You have the floor, might as well make your     argument entertaining before I take my own fun. ”

     I’ll be hanging on to every single word.