#╰☆╮ ❝ 05 [ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜɴɢ sᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴏɴ ғɪʀᴇ ]

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@forceprotected​    //     smol bab sc.

         there is a SHEEPISH gentleness as you touch his knuckle, sitting every inch  (  future  )  DUCHESS even in such a place not suited for royalty  ---  but it is in your nature to aid,    to jump to another’s side when hurt and, well  .  .  .  if this time trying to stop a fight caused more HARM than good, you will be caught dead before admitting such a thing.                “  it looks painful  .  .  .  let me at least clean it up for you.  ”

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@kxncbiis​    //     smol bab sc.

             the sniffle, while UNDIGNIFIED, gives away the nature of your state of mind, which is  —  well,  distressed.  and while it has been a long time since you have admitted to yourself  (  but never out loud  !!  )   that master jinn’s apprentice may be less of the troublesome nuisance you’ve pegged him to be the very moment you saw him, that does not mean you are happy to be seen as such.  (  there’s also the fact that you might like him, a tiny, insignificant bit  &&  you’re trying to stifle it away, crush it back to nothing.  )       thus, resolve strengthened once more, you wipe your eyes with the long sleeve of your tunic so you may glare at him without the mist of tears clouding your vision.                “  GO AWAY  —  don’t you have some more  .  .  .  insipid little tasks to keep you occupied  ??  ”

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@fiighters​    //     smol bab sc.

             “  ---  i will have you know that i am MORE THAN CAPABLE of taking care of myself  !!  ”

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open  

           “  --------  DON’T  PATRONISE  ME  !!  ”

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@tachiisms  //  BABY  SATINE  STARTER

               tiny  fingers  wound  in  the  fabric  of  your  dress,  if  only  to  stop  yourself  from  FRETTING  ;  the  concept  of  friendship  outside  of  your  siblings’  mandatory  one  is  still  FOREIGN  to  a  child  so  small,  but  the  girl  is  already  worming  her  way  in  your  heart,  despite  her  BOYISH  ways  (  for  a  moment,  you  think  BO  would  suit  her  better  as  a  friend,  but  you  crush  that  thought  in  small  fists,  fight  the  pout  with  a  huff  )

                           “  ---  but  it’s  LOUD,  siri  .  .  .  ”  blue  eyes  widen  in  emphasis,  before  you  let  go  of  your  skirts  to  take  siri’s  own  hand  in  both  your  own.     “  i  don’t  like  loud  stuff  ---  ”