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MATILDA HAD BEEN EYEING CHARLES JUST moments before and after the toast. some might've been bemused by the change but matilda didn't like anyone wearing her face. she clicked her tongue in disgust then took a large breath. with a few blinks, tears prickled her eyes. with that, the witch took off toward the wizard with her face. she all but threw herself in her arms. ❝ madness indeed, ❞ she agreed, sniffling lightly. ❝ and who might you be, who has taken my place for the night? ❞ she brought up her hand to her lips. ❝ it's so frightening... all this chaos. ❞ she clutched his arm, tightening her grip as if in fear.

who - charles whisp + @scnguineus, @magictm, @protegoisms + open where - goldhorn ballroom.

the pure fear in charles eyes was evident. how on earth could this happen and the irony of him turning into his friend? in this kind of situation charles felt uncomfortable, unpreared and exposed in a way he didn't know was possible. "this is maddness." he murmured and tried to cover himself up at the same time as he searched for friendly faces to find the company of while they were trapped in whatever curse had been cast.

#— ❛❛ // 𝑴𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑳𝑫𝑨 ¦ a mouth like unswept glass ・ 「 interactions ! 」 #— ❛❛ // 𝑴𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑳𝑫𝑨 ¦ poisoned glass ・ 「 event ! 」 #— ❛❛ // 𝑴𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑳𝑫𝑨 ¦ with charles ・ 「 interaction ! 」

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MATILDA COULD SEE THE SMILING FACE of charles whisp, and having already run into the man wearing her own face, she knew was curious who'd taken his. she followed slowly after them then when they spoke, she knew instantly. she pressed her index finger to her lip and took her wife by her, surprisingly larger, hand. ❝ come, ❞ she beckoned and the now burnette witch pulled the other into the escapes of the garden. once she was convinced they were far enough off from other she pulled the other witch in close. her hand grazed charle's cheek. ❝ it feels strange to have you wear someone else's face... i miss your own. ❞ despite her best efforts to seduce charles, there was no attraction there, no real desire. looking at him now did nothing to her but desperately wish her wife's face would return to her own.

Closed starter for Matilda Nightshade @scnguineus

Where: Goldhorn Manor Garden

There was a tinge of panic in the night's festivities, one that gave the air the sour smell of nerves and sweat. It was a smell that Andromeda had grown to recognize over the years; people tended to sweat the same way when they realized that the things they once thought locked away had been unburied once again. The smell reminded her of work so she took herself, in Charles' body, outside and into the gardens. She hoped inwardly that Matilda was doing well. She had been watching the crowd, searching for someone who might display the tell tale signs of Andi's wife, but so far to no avail. She would not search for her- even in this mess, Tilly would use the situation to her benefit. Still, she hoped to see her wife soon. Speaking of her wife, someone in the body of Evelyn Lockhart was walking out with her, walking in a way that was terribly familiar.

"Tilly?" Andromeda murmured, her voice soft, hopeful.

#— ❛❛ // 𝑴𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑳𝑫𝑨 ¦ a mouth like unswept glass ・ 「 interactions ! 」 #— ❛❛ // 𝑴𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑳𝑫𝑨 ¦ with andromeda ・ 「 interaction ! 」 #— ❛❛ // 𝑴𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑳𝑫𝑨 ¦ poisoned glass ・ 「 event ! 」

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THEODOSIA PRESSED THEIR LIPS INTO a thin line. if they were honest, they hadn't been paying much attention to their husbands whereabouts before. ❝ no, i'm afraid i don't, ❞ they admitted sheepishly, bothered by how odd their voice sounded. ❝ sorry, i don't intend to be rude, but who might i be speaking with. ❞ they were glad they could at least rule out youngest goldhorn. ❝ i don't mean to be suspicious, there are just... many would take advantage of a change of face. ❞ idly, theodosia started to wonder if they knew any sort of healing charm or enchantment that could help.

Evelyn had been fortunate enough to glance in the mirror before running into another person. The face that had greeted her was familiar, and it eased her to see Nora Goldhorn's face staring back at her. Idly, she wondered where the real Nora was tonight— her thoughts petered away as she ran into another familiar face. A warm smile began to tug at her cheeks (the feeling was a bit odd, almost unfamiliar) before she paused, her expression falling into placidness. The person before her was not her brother, although it would have eased her mind greatly if it had been. Was there any rhyme or reason to all of this? She did not know, and the thought churned within her. "No, I'm afraid not. Do you remember where he was prior to... the current situation?"

#— ❛❛ // 𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑶𝑫𝑶𝑺𝑰𝑨 ¦ poisoned glass ・ 「 event ! 」 #— ❛❛ // 𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑶𝑫𝑶𝑺𝑰𝑨 ¦ with evelyn ・ 「 interaction ! 」 #— ❛❛ // 𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑶𝑫𝑶𝑺𝑰𝑨 ¦ words don’t always work ・ 「 interactions ! 」

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THEODOSIA HAD NOT YET CAUGHT THEMSEVLES in a mirror but based on the pained expression the wizard in front of them held they had to guess that they looked something like philip lockhart. ❝ arthur? ❞ they confirmed. ❝ am i to believe i look like the brother you are searching for? ❞ a man & younger. theodosia was becoming more sure they disliked this fiasco. they let out a long sign. ❝ forget my husband. he shall be fine. i haven't seen... or rather i haven't encountered any of the lockharts. would you like some help? perhaps with this face i shall draw some of them towards me regardless. ❞

Arthur felt a huge sense of otherness, trapped in the body of someone else. He looked around him and saw familiar faces, and yet the expressions that passed across these faces were so unfamiliar and showed that he was very much not alone in his panicked discomfort. He bumped into someone wearing the face of his brother and his chest tightened. "Marchioness Caxton, Lady Theodosia? Is that you?" he murmured questioningly at the figure's request. "I am sorry, it is Arthur Lockhart. I have not seen your husband. I am terribly sorry. Have you, perchance, seen my brother?" He bit the back of his tongue, trying to quell the rising panic. His family, they were isolated from one another. Anyone could attack now and he would have no idea.

#— ❛❛ // 𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑶𝑫𝑶𝑺𝑰𝑨 ¦ poisoned glass ・ 「 event ! 」 #— ❛❛ // 𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑶𝑫𝑶𝑺𝑰𝑨 ¦ with arthur ・ 「 interaction ! 」 #— ❛❛ // 𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑶𝑫𝑶𝑺𝑰𝑨 ¦ words don’t always work ・ 「 interactions ! 」

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WHO — persephone reeves & philip lockhart. ( @desorcelleries ) WHERE — goldhorn drawing room to library.

WHEN THE CHANGE HAPPENED PERSEPHONE didn't care what she looked like. it wasn't her first time changing her appearance and it wouldn't be the last. she hadn't cared about anything but philip, who, however, appeared much different than what she was used to and that had thrown her off certain. ❝ philip...? ❞ she asked quickly, double checking. ❝ you have to stay with me. ❞ she'd watched him from a distance as he'd conversed with someone as she'd followed him. she grabbed his hand and was sure of him once again. ❝ this isn't safe. ❞ she started pulling him from the room. ❝ let's get you to a safe place... to the library. then i'll find the rest of your family and bring them here. ❞ her mind was flitting to arthur's request about protecting the duchess. it wouldn't be easy in a room like the ballroom. still effie's priority was philip.

#set after the other convo i guess??? #— ❛❛ // 𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑬𝑷𝑯𝑶𝑵𝑬 ¦ with philip ・ 「 interaction ! 」 #— ❛❛ // 𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑬𝑷𝑯𝑶𝑵𝑬 ¦ to love and lose and to still be kind ・ 「 interactions ! 」 #— ❛❛ // 𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑬𝑷𝑯𝑶𝑵𝑬 ¦ poisoned glass ・ 「 event ! 」 #— ❛❛ // 𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑬𝑷𝑯𝑶𝑵𝑬 ¦ she cares ; its kind of her thing ・ 「 starter ! 」 #wizardcourt.event3

[scnguineus]

WHO — theodosia caxton & open. WHERE — goldhorn ballroom.

THEODOSIA TURNED THEIR HANDS OVER and over in front of their face. it was strange. their body had always felt a little bit odd to them but now it felt even worse. it wasn't just foreign it was else. they looked around at the room of people, somewhat in a panic, somewhat bemused. they tapped the shoulder of the nearest person. ❝ have you seen the marquess— er, do you know what the marquess caxton looks like right now? ❞ it was one of the rare occasions being separated from their husband was incredibly inconvenient. even their voice was strange, rough in a way they weren't used to.

#wizardcourt.starter #wizardcourt.event3 #— ❛❛ // 𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑶𝑫𝑶𝑺𝑰𝑨 ¦ words don’t always work ・ 「 interactions ! 」 #— ❛❛ // 𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑶𝑫𝑶𝑺𝑰𝑨 ¦ poisoned glass ・ 「 event ! 」 #— ❛❛ // 𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑶𝑫𝑶𝑺𝑰𝑨 ¦ she has a habit of self destruction · 「 starter ! 」

[scnguineus]

AS EFFIE FINISHED TALKING ABOUT IRENE she let her eyes drop to her feet. was it even fair to say she was envious of irene, who'd lost a spouse? effie couldn't help wishing for a semblance of what the rest of the noble ladies seemed to have. too busy lost in her own thoughts, effie hadn't noticed theo stop. she felt herself crash into him, a result of letting her guard down. she stumbled back a half-step and found herself staring up at him, closer than they normally got. for a second, all she could hear was her heart leap. but it was only theo and he loved to play games. ❝ oh please, ❞ she shoved her hand into his jaw, pushing him away from her and turning her head away, mostly in hopes to hide the falter in her reaction. ❝ you've been reading your fan owls too much. you'll always been the most annoying wizard i know, nothing more nothing less. perhaps if you had a diamond crowning you, i'd see something past the devilish look in your eye! ❞ she shouted back, storming ahead of him.

"of course they do." he scoffed at her and decided to not let her rile him up any longer with his words. He didn't want to speak to her about these personal matters regarding Irene. Irene deserved the world and to think she had spent two years locked away in the estate house uncertain of her reputation, her emotions, and more than anything herself - he could never watch that happen again. "Something tells me Effie." he said and paused, making her halt and halfway crash into his backside as he walked in front of her, abruptly turning around, standing very close. "you find me just as striking as everyone else." he mused with that lazy grin upon his lips. they might have been rivals, they might never be anything - but he loved to get reactions out of the woman in front of him.

#haha! have another reply #— ❛❛ // 𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑬𝑷𝑯𝑶𝑵𝑬 ¦ to love and lose and to still be kind ・ 「 interactions ! 」 #— ❛❛ // 𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑬𝑷𝑯𝑶𝑵𝑬 ¦ with theodore ・ 「 interaction ! 」

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EFFIE BLUSHED THEN FORCED HERSELF TO clarify despite how embarrassed it made her feel. ❝ actually, i did attend... i was just on duty so i, uh, blended in. ❞ stood just outside of the fancy things as she often did, just ever so in the shadows. ❝ the person you like... ❞ again her cheeks flushed. effie was beginning to worry aysun might ask if she had a fever. ❝ but... even if one were a diamond, would it change... anything? ❞ she gnawed on her lips as she broached a tender topic. ❝ after all... it was theo's sister who was named... doesn't that sort of... mean something? ❞ effie didn't really want to see aysun and theodore back together, seeing him hurt once was enough. but she also saw how happy she'd made him. maybe mending things was the right thing to do — despite how it made her feel.

"i wasn't able to attend either, don't worry you're not the only one who was left out." aysun sighed, the diamond ball was one of the most important balls of the season - nevermind the fact that it was the first in years. "well of course, but it helps in getting the person you like to notice you and get introduced if you everyone knows who you are.” and as someone from a lower family it was would have certainly given a much needed boost.

#— ❛❛ // 𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑬𝑷𝑯𝑶𝑵𝑬 ¦ to love and lose and to still be kind ・ 「 interactions ! 」 #— ❛❛ // 𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑬𝑷𝑯𝑶𝑵𝑬 ¦ with aysun ・ 「 interaction ! 」

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DESPITE BEING SOMEONE WOULD HAD been taught to fight as long as she'd been a part of this world, effie didn't love that it sometimes felt like a necessity. she wanted to be able to be the picturesque girl arienne talked about. allowed to be soft. she supposed it was just as horrible to feel the opposite, but still effie was glad to trade her softness for strength. especially if it meant protecting other's softness. ❝ i suppose if you wish to be a good marriage partner society might sway your way, yes. i haven't heard much of engagement for any of my siblings. ❞ she thought to herself that while her family gained power through hard effort, there were many who would just born with it. the windlemores had fallen on harder times, they were born with something effie didn't experience until someone was decided she was "special". ❝ a deadly combination when it's hidden from sight, ❞ she admitted. perhaps it was backhanded to comment on, but effie had never had the chance to play the double agent, she was only ever what she presented.

"Isn't it just? I am afraid that it is not within me to be yielding, especially when society does not yield to us. I am a woman and unlike Hettie's picturesque view, I understand that a woman has to be willing to fight for what they need and who they are." If Arienne had her say in how things were decided, people like Effie, witches and wizards with power and skill would be at the top of the heap, not families who had been at the top so long that they did not remember what it was like to struggle. "Your family actually allows you to fight, encourages you to have your own power. It's a beautiful thing. My parents raised me that way and, even though I never have need of it, I am a damn good duelist...hardly what I can lead with in social settings." It was why she never had a shot at being diamond. "Exactly, you and I Effie, we aren't static like jewels, meant to look pretty and do nothing. We are like well-polished craftman wants, sparking with potential and power."

#— ❛❛ // 𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑬𝑷𝑯𝑶𝑵𝑬 ¦ to love and lose and to still be kind ・ 「 interactions ! 」 #— ❛❛ // 𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑬𝑷𝑯𝑶𝑵𝑬 ¦ with arienne ・ 「 interaction ! 」

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WHO — persephone reeves & philip lockhart. ( @desorcelleries ) WHERE — lockhart gardens.

EFFIE CLASPED HER HANDS TOGETHER and spun around on her heel to face philip. ❝ alright, now time to get serious. ❞ she separate her hands and held them to the side. ❝ you're not always going to have your wand to protect yourself, and even if you do, it won't always work. ❞ she curled her fingers into her palms, forming fists, then gradually brought them in front of her chest. ❝ you should know how to throw & dodge a punch. ❞

#— ❛❛ // 𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑬𝑷𝑯𝑶𝑵𝑬 ¦ to love and lose and to still be kind ・ 「 interactions ! 」 #— ❛❛ // 𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑬𝑷𝑯𝑶𝑵𝑬 ¦ with philip ・ 「 interaction ! 」

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A WEIGHT THEY ONCE HAD HOPED TO LIFT seemed so much heavier and burdensome on his shoulders now. the tenderness in her heart for charles would never disappear. time had erased much of the love in theodosia's heart, not for charles alone but for all. to find a way to move forward they had to forget all emotions, good & bad. with every day they knew the were returning, but not to who they once were but simply returning to life again. often emotions came in pairs, compassion & guilt, fear & courage, hope... despair. things were not easy for theodosia but they were clawing their way from hell slowly. but not to love. not yet. ❝ you will always be welcomed at my door, whatever it may be. you are a dear friend. ❞ that list had never been long, but time had only made it smaller. ❝ i saw you dance with lady nightshade at the crowning ball... i hadn't realized you were acquainted. ❞

"to let my shoulders rest is a virtue I do not possess Theodosia," he murmured so only she could hear as they seated in her foyer. he didn't mind the gossip or the ugly looks of distaste at his presence, he knew them all too well. yet he wished to be in the company of someone who perhaps didn't hate him so dearly. "how have you been? I hope I am not intruding, I just-" he looked down as the butler came with the tea, taking his cup and waiting for the butler to leave before continuing his words. "I wished to be in the company of someone who did not resent me so." Theodosia knew his family, she had always seen how they treated him and it hadn't gotten any better in the last decade. He hoped he would find a certain amount of understanding, even if his love for her - and the love he suspected she had felt for him no longer carried any fruit.

#hehe me talking about my own kids #— ❛❛ // 𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑶𝑫𝑶𝑺𝑰𝑨 ¦ words don’t always work ・ 「 interactions ! 」 #— ❛❛ // 𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑶���𝑶𝑺𝑰𝑨 ¦ with charles ・ 「 interaction ! 」

[scnguineus]

THERE WAS A SMALL PART OF THEODOSIA that wanted to throw up her hands and tell him to stick to reason. but the larger part of her had discovered that reason be damned when it came to love. however, she herself had fought with her own destiny & all it did was break her heart twice, forcing the inevitable conclusion she'd tried to avoid. she let out a shaky breath. ❝ arthur, ❞ her voice had audibly softened. ❝ you should keep yourself out of trouble with the ministry for now at least. ❞ a finger came up to rub between her eyebrows. ❝ this... whatever it may tell, is not the answer. ❞ she closed her eyes. for the sake of everything she'd gone through and had to endure, she let the grief of it all wash over her.

❝ prophecies will not be stopped. you can look into them & rip yourself apart trying to prevent them and only bring yourself that much closer to it happening. ❞ she looked him dead into the eyes. they were so deeply broken themselves from their own foolishness, theodosia only hoped to spare arthur a fraction of that. ❝ the one thing that is certain, is that you having that artifact is dangerous. not just to you, but your mother. if she truly intends to continue to keep the ministry strong after the lake duke, she will be in great need of your help. many would love to discover the late ministers son stealing. ❞ she pressed her lips into a line. ❝ however, if you do in fact return this mistake to the ministry, i will see what i can find out about the future. ❞

Arthur’s intestines twisted painfully, frought with anxiety, though he let Theodosia move his arm down. He was sickened by the lengths he was going to, sickened that no one could seem to tell him what had happened to his father, and even more sickened at the continuous looming dread at the thought that someone was still out there, planning the same fate for his mother and siblings. He knew the consequences for what he had done, knew that it could ruin his future, but he was running out of options.

“Lady Caxton, please understand. I am not a man prone to wild chances. I do not gamble. I do not speculate. I was never able to understand divination. I believe in reason and order, but I have exhausted all means of reason. If my mother dies, if my siblings die…because I did not exhaust every possible option to protect them…I could not forgive myself.” Arthur looked down to his fingers, the memories of his nightmares flashing before his eyes. “If you refuse, I will understand Marchioness Caxton and I shall let you be, but I will pay the price, hurt a thousand times over if it can help my family. If you were to see my end, then I would not ask you to tell me. I would meet that when it comes. I just need to know the Ministry and my family continue on.”

#— ❛❛ // 𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑶𝑫𝑶𝑺𝑰𝑨 ¦ words don’t always work ・ 「 interactions ! 」 #— ❛❛ // 𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑶𝑫𝑶𝑺𝑰𝑨 ¦ with arthur ・ 「 interaction ! 」

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shuffle meme → ADRIAN WINGER & LILIAN FRELL ( @gildedbymagicxx )

Ah, girl, girl

[ girl → JIM STURGESS ]

originals gifs here: by @rikrgif

#shuffle meme #edits. #this was taking too long i had to quit while behind #hope you still like it! #also i know it's a beatles song

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WHO — percival frell & sophiana trelawney. ( @rcbcllious ) WHERE — local pub.

HE WAS GETTING CLOSE TO DOWNING HIS drink and leaving. it had started somewhat sweet. a younger woman hearing his tales and being engaged — much more than the drunks he usually had to talk to. but as he tried to tell each story he found the questions almost doubling. at this point percy was finding it hard to finish a sentence without being interrupted. ❝ perhaps you would like to hear the story before you begin with the questions? i'm fairly certain it'll answer most of them should you just... hear me out. ❞

#— ❛❛ // 𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑪𝑰𝑽𝑨𝑳 ¦ not brave or heroic anymore just senseless ・ 「 interactions ! 」 #— ❛❛ // 𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑪𝑰𝑽𝑨𝑳 ¦ with sophiana ・ 「 interaction ! 」

[scnguineus]

PERCY WOULD BE A LIAR IF HE SAID HE wasn't often swayed by a pretty face. and the witch in front of him could certainly be described as such. ❝ glad to hear it, ❞ he quirked a smile. ❝ while you may be perfectly fine, i should take responsibility and repay you in some way. if not a healing charm perhaps a stroll through the park or a ride of some kind — i've been known to do well on both a broom and a horse. ❞

aysun could feel her cheeks tingeing pink as she looked up and realised that it was the baron frell she had collided with, surprised at just how solid the man had been. "i-" clearing her throat, utilising the brief second to compose herself. "i'm perfectly alright, thank you." smiling up at him as she stepped back, smoothing down the skirts of her dress. "i'm tougher than i look sir, it will take more than just a little run in to warrant a healing charm, thank you for the offer though. "

#— ❛❛ // 𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑪𝑰𝑽𝑨𝑳 ¦ not brave or heroic anymore just senseless ・ 「 interactions ! 」 #— ❛❛ // 𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑪𝑰𝑽𝑨𝑳 ¦ with aysun ・ 「 interaction ! 」

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THE CATCH ON HIS TITLE MADE PERCY falter for a moment, thinking about his sister. the title didn't belong to him. it never had, despite his late father's wishes. percy cleared his throat. ❝ please, there's no need for the formality. with the money you've won from me you might as well call me by name. ❞ he chuckled. ❝ ah the spanish colonies... that was a time. ❞ and by time percy meant near death experience. but that was on par for a frell, or at least that's what his father would've said. ❝ time distracts us all. my father was rarely attentive to anyone but his adventures and novels. i'm sure the young Winger understands. ❞ percy himself had resented his father for his absence, more so for his absence in his sister's lives, but he wasn't particularly plussed by adrian's relationship with his son. it was beyond the journey's scope as he liked to say.

There were few in the wizarding world who traveled as much as Adrian, but the Frells had him beat. In fact, it had been traveling on the job that he had met Percival's sister, Lillian. Seeing Percival again, he was struck by the way his eyes mirrored his sister's so closely and he felt her loss all over again. He recovered quickly, his voice sardonic. "Lucky for all, they cannot stand the heat," he replied. "It has been awhile Lord...I mean Baron Frell. I cannot remember the last time we actually saw each other on English soil. Where was it that we last caught up? I know we ran into each other when I was trailing that chupacabra in the Spanish colonies." His smile flickered only slightly at the mention of his wife. In honesty, he had not seen her in a few days time, wont as he was to disappear without warning. "She is lovely as always, and very busy as is our son. I feel as though I hardly see him, though that should be said for any man his age really."

#— ❛❛ // 𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑪𝑰𝑽𝑨𝑳 ¦ not brave or heroic anymore just senseless ・ 「 interactions ! 」 #— ❛❛ // 𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑪𝑰𝑽𝑨𝑳 ¦ with adrian ・ 「 interaction ! 」

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#— ❛❛ // 𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑬𝑷𝑯𝑶𝑵𝑬 ¦ there’s bravery in being soft ・ 「 mirror ! 」 #she's so precious