#【 THE PRESENCE OF THE WRAITH | LUTE ( IC ). 】

[condemnedsouls]

@ad-nai called a meeting ;; continued. ' i guess a lesser woman would have lost hope. '

†  ⭒  𝚜𝚑𝚎'𝚜  𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝,    of  course.    lute   (usually)   is.    adam  has  seen  chicks  lose  their  shit  over    𝙋𝙀𝙏𝙏𝙔 𝙂𝘼𝙍𝘽𝘼𝙂𝙀    compared  to  what  she's  been  through.       ❛❛  that's   their   problem.  ❜❜    his  wings  bristle  almost imperceptibly,    he  takes  a  long  slurp  of  a  cheap,    7-11  slushie.       ❛❛  i'm   just   glad   y'   didn't   babe.   don't   know   what   the   fuck   i'd   do   without   my   right-hand-wing-man.  ❜❜

MAYBE the words spoken by her ... hm. boss? best friend? it was unclear what the best descriptor was. there were options — she supposed it depended on how he saw her, anyway. right hand wing man was a hell of a title to have, a mouthful, but it still lightened her expression, regardless. not to mention the way he reacted lifted her heart slightly.

ugh. how much of a mess was that?

❝ no idea what you'd do without me, either. somebody has to keep you even a little bit in line, hm? ❞

she reached out, prodding his chest with a pointed finger, a slight grin to her face now. teasing, ever an attempt to push && press. it was simply what she knew.

[condemnedsouls]

lute tags.