#𝐕 ▋ 𝚁𝙴𝙻𝙸𝙲_𝙼𝙰𝙻𝙵𝚄𝙽𝙲𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽_𝙳𝙴𝚃𝙴𝙲𝚃𝙴𝙳 ┊ (𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 𝟎𝟎𝟐).

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          𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑯𝑨𝑳𝑳𝑺 𝑶𝑭 𝑻𝑯𝑬 “𝑰𝑵𝑵𝑬𝑹-𝑺𝑨𝑵𝑪𝑻𝑼𝑴” 𝑶𝑭 𝑳𝑰𝒁𝒁𝑰𝑬’𝑺 𝑩𝑨𝑹 once quiet & dark dominion of mainframes & towers stacked on shelves & neat wiring is filled with the sound of echoed clicks of stilettos, a quiet hush of leather kissing a much sleeker fabric underneath. & she has something in hand, which is prefaced along with the DARK SILHOUETTE she forms at the threshold of judy’s doorway. 𝐕 is now reduced to a black gash shuttering in the mortal plane losing luminosity.  ( death a mere shadow in the gaunt of cheeks, a lingering perfume in furs framing her collarbones —— hothouse gardenias. ) a casual tilt against parted doors after one pneumatic ‘hiss’.  onset bony, ringed fingers is holding up a broken BD wreath to the 𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑬𝑭𝑹𝑶𝑵𝑻 at waist level.  such directness shows 𝐕 portraying far more objectivity than initially given credit for.

❛ ——hey, ❜ comes her voice.  𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵 𝑻𝑶𝑵𝑬𝑫 but not lacking for warmth. 

❛ looking into gettin’ a replacement, ❜ dangles the thing by its metal linked 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑰𝑵𝑺, opposite hand further agitates it into swinging in a single flick via obsidian nails, ❛ last gig. ❜

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