kynslaa

[kynslaa]

〡 〡 〡  @sealure 「   ᵗᵃˡᶦᵃ   𝑙𝑖𝑐𝘩𝑡𝑚𝑎𝑛   」   ↳   a surprise starter . . .

✧ ˚ ˖ ݁₊   THE PAYPHONE CUTS OFF     uriah’s conversation with felicity, pockets empty of loose change, heart full of frustration.     it’s nearing the end of another university year, which means another summer home with elias, his no-good, better-off-dead father, and his helpless mother.     he huffs, white-knuckling the phone, silent on the other line.     slinging his backpack over his shoulder, uriah abandons the phone line to trek back to his dorm room, new york’s summer heat climbing as the morning progressed.     the sunshine on his tan skin warmed the months-long chill left in his bones after winter, but nothing can rid him of the permanent shiver crawling down his spine at the thought of home.     messing with the lock of his dorm room, uriah swings the door open to reveal the light of his life, his songbird, his talia.     it’s easy to forget his troubles when his eyes rove her face — rosy button nose and the prettiest smile he’s ever seen.     she’s perched on his bed, smudged pink and white in her skirts, her bolero.     her mouth glistens with shiny gloss, and her dark, curly tresses slide behind her shoulders.     ❝ baby, ❞ he muses, closing the door with his foot.     he tosses the backpack aside when he flops onto his bed to join her joyously.     burying his face against her abdomen, uriah hums contently before settling his head in her lap.     his arms naturally wind around her hips.     ❝ how long y’ been waiting for me, hm ?  i missed you… ❞

[kynslaa]

✧ ˚ ˖ ݁₊   THE DOCTOR SAYS   fresh air at the sea is the necessary medicine to treat ellen’s melancholy, so she spends most of her days walking along the path near the shore.      sometimes, she is accompanied by thomas, but he works to feed them and keep a roof over their heads.      anna occasionally joins her side, but the duties of motherhood call all too frequently, so ellen walks alone.      scandalously, without her bonnet, ellen’s tightly knotted bun comes loose in the wind like an invisibly binding chain suddenly freeing.      the salt breeze in her hair tickles her scalp, her neck, daring a smile upon her moon-like face.      she only emerges from this dream-like moment at the sight of a woman collapsing to the sands.      ❝ oh, miss ! ❞      ellen gasps, carefully hiking her skirts as she traverses the sand to kneel at the lady’s side.      she offers an olive hand, then her arm to provide support.      ❝ these sands are quite tricky in our skirts, are they not ? ❞      ellen chides the very earth in her tone.

(   starter   call   )           CHRISTINE   &   ELLEN            …         ft.       @kynslaa

𝓢ea   salt   air   fills   her   lungs.   &   despite   it   being   horrendously   cold,   she'd   rather   be   here   than   by   her   husband's   side.       a   moment   that   she'll   have   to   pay   for   later,   but   a   moment   that   she'll   have   to   savour.       red   scarf   wraps   loosely   around   delicate   neck,   hair   wild   in   the   wind   &   blocking   her   vision.   she   swipes   her   curls   back   to   see   properly,   but   then   realises   that   she's   not   alone.   there,   in   the   mist,   she   could   see   a   figure,   almost   ghost-like.   could   it   be   that   she'd   been   found   ?   a   whimper   gets   stuck   in   her   throat   &   quickly,   she   turns   to   walk   away,   but   manages   to   stumble   on   the   hem   of   her   dress,   falling   down   the   sand. 

[kynslaa]

˚ ˖ ℜichard  is  caught.  predator  meets  prey.  henry  is  at  his  back  like  a  sentinel  &  richard  swallows  harshly.  the  lies  come  to  a  head  &  he  is  certain  his  penury  stinks  up  the  place,  henry’s  hound  nose  going  haywire. ❛ henry, ❜ he  turns,  peering  up  at  his  towering  friend  ( are  you  still  friends?  after  spinning  half-truths? ). ❛ john  …  john’s  my  father, ❜ richard  says  weakly,  as  if  anything  remotely  true  will  be  taken  as  such.  ❛ but  my  parents  are  nothing  to  write  home  about. ❜ as  he  is  sure  henry  knows  now.  plano,  california,  with  his  family’s  filling  station  &  their  good-for-nothing  indifference  to  his  existence.

. . .⠀an 𝑢𝑛𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑑 starter,⠀( feat. 𝑅. 𝑃apen. )

𝓟erhaps it's in the way that the other puts themself out there that causes some intrigue.⠀but now he knows:⠀it's all been a lie.⠀it took some digging, but they don't call Henry intense for nothing.⠀as he approaches where Richard is standing, his eyes behind the glasses take the other in.⠀with Richard's back to his front, the brunette clears his throat to make his presence known.⠀when their eyes meet, Henry's expression is simple to be understood:⠀he is unimpressed.⠀a slight lull of the head occurs as he parts lips open to speak.⠀ ❛❛ it's a bit confusing not knowing who a person really is, @kynslaa⠀—⠀wouldn't you say? ❜❜⠀ the corners of his mouth curve upward into a smirk.⠀ ❛❛ but I suppose ‘ Richard ’ rolls off the tongue much easier than ‘ John ’ does. ❜❜

[kynslaa]

〡 〡 〡  @fospherus 「   ʲᵃᵐᵉˢ   𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑠   」   ↳   ❛  it's okay. you're  with  me. ❜

˚ ˖ 𝔄  nightmare,  the  kind  reminiscent  of  boyhood  &  growing  up  too  fast.  is  it  a  miracle  or  a  punishment  that  will  wakes  in  a  cold  sweat  at  jem's  bedside,  having  fallen  asleep  in  his  wingback  chair?  his  parabatai's  voice,  sleep  laden,  reaches  his  ears  in  the  late  hour's  darkness  ┉  the  candle  on  the  nightstand  but  a  brief  &  dying  flame  at  a  wick's  end.  ❛ mm, ❜  will  groans,  the  heel  of  his  palm  digging  into  a  tear-stained  and  tired  eye.  ❛ i  woke  you, ❜  he  mutters  thickly,  ( ... )  still  shaken  from  an  all-too-vivid  dream.  ❛ how  rude.  forgive  me,  james,  before  sleep  takes  once  more. ❜  it  won't,  not  when  will  feels  the  dark  curls  at  the  base  of  his  head  sticking  to  his  clammy  neck,  or  how  his  already-loose  collar  encroaches  on  his  throat  suffocatingly.  he  should  be  okay  for  jem's  inarguable  defense:  they  are  together.  but  the  lump  in  his  throat  &  his  speedy  thumping  heart  drown  out  all  logic.

[kynslaa]

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a 𝔰𝔱𝔲𝔡𝔶 in      YOU CAN'T HIDE FROM ME FOREVER.      i was there in the dark when you spilled your first blood.      too heavy with filth & sin      (give me your hand)      i'll stain it      (i'll take it).      THE TENDER BUTCHER WHO SHOWED ME HOW THE PRICE OF FLESH IS LOVE.      dark woods,      pagan suns,      birdsong & bells,     roses & brooms.      WILL THERE EVER BE AN ENDING TO YOUR PUNISHMENT ?

[kynslaa]

SUPERNATURAL | PILOT (1.01)

[kynslaa]

 travis  takes  to  the  chips,  abandoning  his  own  homework  for  the  salty  snack.  javi  has  retreated  to  his  room  for  the  martinez  brothers'  shared  playstation.          ❛ ❛  thanks. ❜ ❜   the  polyethylene  film  squeaks  loudly  as  he  tears  open  the  bag,  reaching  in  for  a  dorito  chip.   ❛ ❛  'course  he  is.  he's  fried, ❜ ❜   travis  snorts,  shaking  his  head.   ❛ ❛  he's  uh  …  got  a  thing  for  you,  you  know.  surprised  he's  not  taking  a  cold  shower  right  about  now, ❜ ❜   he  mutters  around  the  crunch  of  TEETH  &.  FLICK  of  tongue,  collecting  the  bit  of  cheese  dust  at  the  corner  of  his  mouth.  ( but  then  again  …  who  didn't  have  a  " thing "  for  nora ? )

| | | @crimlune, ⁽ travis ₎ – ʟɪᴋᴇᴅ,

❛ ❛ looks like it's just us now. your brother's in a huff, ❜ ❜ nora laments, though they don't exactly sound displeased. three hours of trying to tutor javi through biology has them wiped &. ready to raid the martinez pantry. bag of stolen chips ( mrs. martinez had offered her whole kitchen to you, but you still feel like a thief ) are extended to travis. ❛ ❛ ... snack? ❜ ❜

[kynslaa]

psa: i love yaoi. give me more mlm ships.

[kynslaa]

      〡 〡 〡  @false1dol 「   ᶜᵃˢˢᶦᵃⁿ   𝑑𝑎𝑙𝑎𝑒𝑙   」

astarion  lies  on  his  side,  pale  chin  tucked  to  his  bare  chest.  he  sleeps  a  dreamless  reverie,  pointed  ears  twitching  at  the  gentle  rustle  of  his  ┉  their tent  in  the  evening  breeze.  another  unsuccessful  day  at  finding  a  cure  to  the  blasted  mindflayer  tadpoles  writhing  in  their  brains.  yet,  with  a  belly  warm   &  full  of  blood,   &   the  heat  of  cassian's  chest  flush  with  his  back,  astarion  finds it  is  DIFFICULT  to  be  disappointed  or  hopeless.  he  shifts  under  the  touch  of  a  calloused  hand  tracing  the  scars  adorning  his  otherwise  unblemished  flesh.  lean  muscle  ripples  with  each  fingertip  brush.  ❛ ❛  you  know,  darling  …  when  you  touch  me  like  this,  for  a  moment  i  … ❜ ❜  astarion  pauses  around  a  suddenly  vulnerable  silence.  the  words  come  easier  as  his  fingers  curl  around  the  raggedy  black  shroud  at  his  sleep  sack's  side.  ❛ ❛  …  forget  their  meaning  …  forget  how  they  ended  up  there  in  the  first  place. ❜ ❜  a  small  confession,  a  fracture  in  his  already-crackling  facade.

[kynslaa]

〡 〡 〡   @sealure 「   ᵐᵃᵈᵉˡᵉᶦⁿᵉ   𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑟   」   ↳   ❛ ❛  no  one  remembers  my  eye  colour.  you  do.  ❜ ❜

 the  word  hazel  is  lackluster  in  describing  just  the  shade  of  madeleine's  eyes.  her  irises  are  autumn  caught  in  a  gaze,  a  forest  floor  dappled  in  gold  where  green  flickers  like  budding  springtime  leaves   &   amber  simmers,  a  hearth  warm  enough  to  banish  any  chill.  they  hold  the  hush  between  seasons,  the  alchemy  of  DUSK   &   DAWN,  shifting  like  a  winds  that  remembers  both  the  kiss  of  sunlight, the  shadow  of  rain.  lorenzo  stands  silently  at  a  great  distance  in  the  spacious  common  room  of  the  willsher  family  home,  not  a  chaperone  in  sight.  the  commissioned  family  portrait  engulfs  the  one  of  the  tall  walls,  her  father's  stern  stare  makes  him  swallow  harshly.  a  rabbit  heartbeat  in  his  chest,  enzo  is  eager  to  close  the  distance  between  them,  but  he  is  frozen.  they  crossed  the  threshold  from  strangers  to  fast, cordial  friends  sometime  ago,  but  the  underlying  tension  of  something  more  is  undeniably  potent,  palpable.  felt  in  the  clamminess  of  his  artistic  palms   &   the  way  his  fingers  twitch  at  the  sight  of  the  lady's  stray  curl  ┉  one  designed  for  him  to  tuck  away  behind  her  ear.  ( could  the  artist  ever  truly  separate  himself  from  the  masterpiece? )  enzo  does  not  want  to  know  the  answer  to  this  question,  shoving  it  deep  within  his  psyche.  ❛ ❛  it  is  quite  difficult  to  forget  …  anything  about  you,  madeleine. ❜ ❜   her  name  is  the  most  expensive  butter  on  his  tongue.   ❛ ❛  eyes  like  …  like  wild  honey  stirred  with  storm, ❜ ❜  enzo  breathes.  one  step  forward.  ❛ ❛  like  firelight  in  mossy  woods  …  green  sighing  against  gold  …  dancing  with  the  mood  of  the  sky.  turning  amber  when  the  world  burns,  olive  when  it  aches. ❜ ❜

[kynslaa]

 one  year  ago,  he  was  finishing  his  senior  year  at  stanford  &  applying  to  law  school.  one  year  ago,  he  was  prepared  to  settle  down  with  the  girl  of  his  dreams,  jessica  moore,   &   gift  her  his  cursed  last  name.  now,  sam  tangles  himself  with  a  werewolf,  the  kind  his  family  notoriously  hunts,  &  he'll  burn  for  it  ┉  ( like  the  mother  he  didn't  know,  like  his  future  bride )  ┉  but  he  welcomes  it,  this  beautiful  suicide.  death's  never  tasted  so  salty-sweet  on  his  tongue.  the  fingers  in  sam's  hair,  the  whimper  tumbling  out  of  wells's  mouth  makes  his  curses  far  from  intimidating.  tan,  calloused  hands  engulf  his  hips,  thumbing  roughly  at  the  bone,  bruising.  sam's  teeth  nip  at  the  column  of  wells's  throat,  falling  somewhere  between  kiss,  lick,  bite.  it's  a  feral  attempt  at  this  intimate  dance  bordering  on  a  rough  fuck.  no  love  but  it  didn't  matter  ┉  sam  surely  wasn't  hungry  for  it,  or  at  the  very  least,  forcibly  silenced  the  stomach-rumblings.  the  hunter  chuckles  breathily  at  wells's  throat,  having  known  the  real  hell,  &   this  wasn't  it.   ❛ ❛  noisy, ❜ ❜  he  mumbles,  rolling  his  hips  down  into  wells's.   ❛ ❛  are  you  gonna  howl,  too ?  ❜ ❜   sam  goads,  pulling  back  from  his  canvas  now  marred  with  pretty  purpling  blooms.  tugging  wells  by  the  front  of  his  shucked  shirt,  sam  shuffles  back  into  the  shifty  motel  bed  headboard,  bringing  the  man  into  his  lap.

| | | @kynslaa, ⁽ sam ₎ 𝔰𝔢𝔫𝔱 : | ░ -> 𝓠. [ POSSESS ] SENDER GRIPS RECEIVER’S WAIST, MARKING THEM WITH BRUISING KISSES AND MUTTERED CLAIMS

heart thrashes & pounds behind ribs like iron bars. he can't seem to catch a single breath — floundering for an OUNCE of rationale as the winchester envelops him. is this a trick ? might be. could he muster the will to withdraw at this very moment even if it was ? unlikely. fleeting thought is like ice in his veins, still no match for this swell of heat between them. ( the WHIMPERED gasp spilt forth is beyond your control, fingers curling into sam's hair as viciously as those lips devour you. fire for fire, bruise for bruise; no move going UNMET with equal force. ) fingers claw at his scalp as sam's own dig into his hips, slipping beneath worn t-shirt to leave crescents in his skin. ❛ ❛ fuckin' ... hell, ❜ ❜ wells groans roughly, jaw loose at the hinge where head tilts back — allowing the hunter better access to his throat.

[kynslaa]

our share of night, pt. 2.

dialogue prompts from our share of night by mariana enríquez.

it's okay. you're with me.

how can we go on after this?

i need to be someone without you.

i have a bad feeling, and i'm never wrong.

why are you so afraid?

we are servants to those people.

we have to document everything.

the gods are always hungry.

i'm sorry. i wanted this to be different for you.

i can't go, but you can.

don't leave me alone, even if you die. follow me as a ghost. haunt me.

do not die today.

i'm starting to understand the power of a secret.

quit being so serious.

there's not so much difference between death and life.

it's easy to talk about getting away.

you will feel what you need to feel.

i trust you, but i don't trust them.

this can't be good, judging from your face.

i don't want to spend eternal life with ____.

love is impure. it contaminates you.

no one in the world is more important than you.

of course you're welcome. you're part of the family.

there are prisons worse than this one.

why do you want to kill me?

i am my own main enemy.

we are always capable of betrayal.

you can't hold onto anything.

you're not rebellious. you're disobedient.

i don't really like kids.

folks around here put their heads down and keep them there.

you don't want to hear such a morbid story.

there's something elusive about you.

sometimes cheating death is the worst thing that can happen.

no one remembers my _____. you do.

i should have listened. you're always sensible.

you are not your last name.

you're already in danger because of me.

i ruin everything i touch.

be careful: it sleeps, but it lives.

i don't know how you got past the guards.

it's not true that when death is near, you see your life flash before your eyes.

they say i can't tell what's real.

i'm a lawyer, but i'm not an asshole.

most lawyers are assholes, right?

treatment for what?

you're an adult. you have to be able to change things and make them better.

what team do you root for?

wait for me? i think i'm getting better.

i'm nervous, but not afraid.

you always thought i believed your lies.

i've never noticed this place before.

____ really cares about you. i can tell.

i'll never leave you alone in the dark.

do what you won't, but don't go alone.

we'll call your folks, and you can stay here.

i don't want you to lie to me. don't ever lie to me.

sometimes you have to lie to take care of someone.

you're not going to piss me off. you're not even going to get a rise out of me.

your opinion of my decisions doesn't matter to me. not in the slightest.

in this house, you will not be punished for what you didn't do.

we process our pain as best we can.

i can't believe we know each other and didn't realize.

forget this bullshit. let's go upstairs.

that attitude is going to kill you.

don't try to get inside my head.

i miss how you used to read to me.

the first time i saw you, i thought you had such a tragic face.

enough with the talking and theorizing.

people always tell you things. you've got something about you.

you care about people. you want to change things. you don't lose hope over stupid stuff.

i left _____. i want to be with you.

when you can't fight, the only way to be at peace is to surrender.

where the hell are your priorities?

you never told me before. why not?

i can't stand secrets. you know they drive me nuts.

don't talk to me right now. please.

we have to break that cycle, somehow.

if anything happens to you, i won't be able to forgive myself.

you need to know how to drive. otherwise, you're not fully free.

i don't know how to let go of the dead.

we have ways of getting what we want.

i don't like to wait. i've always been impatient.

we always take after the gods we worship.

you're a son of a bitch, but you're all i've got.

nonconformity is only possible for people who aren't slaves. everyone else has to fight.

i won't let you intimidate me.

i don't want to need you.

you can do whatever you want. there's no one to answer to anymore.

i was never brave. i'm learning.

[kynslaa]

 the  tune  &.  the  laugh  warm  bruce's  blood  &.  temper,  veins  rippling  under  a  black  darker  than  night.  he  possesses  a  fine  seat  at  this  concert  of  madness,  hovering  above  his  enemy  with  vengeance  masquerading  as  righteousness.  it  never  ends,  this  charade,  this  painted  white  face  &.  maniacal  grin,  capable  of  piercing  bruce's  psyche  even  in  the  throes  of  REM.  the  clown  prince  of  crime  would  never  surrender  ( &.  he  isn't  sure  he  ever  wants  him  to ).  he  shoots  from  the  rafters,  grapple  gun  latching  securely  in  his  descent,  metal  whirring,  releasing  with  a  thwick  when  his  feet  hit  the  floor.  ❛ ❛  without  me,  you'd  have  no  audience, ❜ ❜   bruce  gruffs  beneath  the  mask,  mouth  turned  downward  in  a  troublesome  frown.  sliding  the  grapple  gun  effortlessly  into  his  utility  belt,  his  gloved  hand  curls  around  a  sleek,  sharp  object  at  his  hip  ┉  one of MANY.

 ❛ ❛  this  show  is  over.  give  it  up, ❜ ❜ he  demands.  joker's  newest  victim  lies  lifelessly  against  the  stage.  another's  blood  on  bruce's  hands.

the  dollhouse  creaks  open  to  reveal  : ⊹ ࣪…   a starter for @crimlune, the batman

the  twinkling  lights  of  gotham  city  shine  bright  —  an  ever-glowing  menagerie  of  madness.  for  how  inane  the  people  of  the  island  are  to  go  on  and  on  in  their  little  lives,  mice  in  a  maze  forever  led  around  the  same  boring  world:  their  little  traps  built  of  their  own  design.  to  free  them  from  all  the  madness  with  a  few  little  jokes,  well,  that  would  be  nothing  less  than  his  greatest  comedy  act.  “     goblin  lead  them  up  and  down,  up  and  down.  I  am  feared  in  field  -      ” the  last  laugh  spills  from  his  latest  unwitting  victim,  cutting  him  off,  happy  gas's  effect  clear  with  the  grotesque  grin  spread  across  the  entertainer's  face  -  soulless  eyes  staring  back  up  at  him.  “    wellllll,  now,  that's  far  too  soon,  frankie,  I  thought  you'd  last  longer.  heh,  heh,  heh.  guess  we're  in  need  of  some  better  entertainment.      ”  tune  begins  anew,  whistled  aloud  as  shoes  click  against  the  hardwood  floors  of  the  stage  -  ceasing  as  a  shadow  seems  to  shift  above.  “     oh  baaaaats,  i  know  you’re  out  there  o’boy.  come  on  out  -  you’re  going  to  miss  the  whole  show.      ”

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like  this  for  a  starter !  lengths  will  vary.  multis,  please  specify  muse.

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〡〡〡 highest  muses ;  bruce  wayne.  jinx.  sam  winchester.  artemis.  hades.  sif  of  asgard.  shadowheart.  will herondale.  woody pride.  jordan  baker. ﹒✦   ˚ ˖

hi  and  welcome  to  my  humble  blog.  i'm  miffy,  i  am  twenty-four  years  old,  and  i've  been  roleplaying  on  tumblr  since  AUGUST  2024.  you  may  know  me  from  many  past  urls  [  …  operahouses,  dulacus,  awendraig,  crimlune  …  ]  but  here,  i'm  starting  fresh  after  a  recent  crash-out!  i  am  currently  in  the  process  of  moving  +  job-hunting  +  recovering  from  a  back  injury,  so  this  is  a  sporadic  activity  disclaimer as of june 8 ://)

ORIGINAL  CHARACTERS ... wip

✧ ABRAM  DACUS  historical  (1700s).  thirties.  heterosexual  &.  affiliated  with  sealure.  faceclaim:  orlando  bloom. ✧ CAIN  ALDEN  religious  horror.  twenties.  bisexual  &.  affiliated  with  oupires.  faceclaim:  enzo  vogrincic. [ ... ]  the  first  murderer's  namesake.  kinslayer  +  cult  leader.  self-proclaimed  prophet.  boy  king.  born  under  a  bad  sign.  predator  /  prey  dynamics.  transubstantiation  meets  run-of-the-mill  cannibalism. ✧ DANICA  BELL  slice  of  life  +  period  (90s).  twenties.  closeted  lesbian  &.  affiliated  with  withpoison.  faceclaim:  mädchen  amick. [ … ]  waitress  in  happy  valley  oregon.  on  and  off  with  the  same  shitty  guy  since  high  school.  pining  after  her  best  friend  studying  abroad.  ✧ ILYA  ARSENIY  superhero.  late  thirties.  trans  man,  gay  &.  affiliated  with  openbleeding.  faceclaim:  bill  skarsgård.  [ … ]  reformed  villain  known  as  “sentient.”  used  as  a  weapon  of  mass  destruction  before  the  fall  of  the  soviet  union.  counselor  to  veterans  suffering  from  PTSD,  inspired  by  curtis  hoyle  from  the  punisher. ✧ IMOGEN  HEILGARD  fantasy.  early  twenties.  bisexual  &.  affiliated  with  unfaes.  faceclaim:  emma  d'arcy. ✧ JULIAN  MORTENSEN  fantasy.  mid-thirties.  heterosexual  &.  affiliated  with  oupires.  faceclaim:  aaron  taylor-johnson.  [ … ]  failed  auror  +  successful  necromancer.  inspired  by  mary  shelley's  victor  frankenstein.  simped  so  hard  he  rose  his  wife  from  the  dead. cops underestimating the power of malewifeism. ✧ LORENZO  ROSSI  historical  (1800s).  late  twenties.  heterosexual  &.  affiliated  with  sealure.  faceclaim:  aidan  turner. ✧ PERCIVAL  “PERCY”  FINCH  slice  of  life.  early  thirties.  heterosexual  &.  affiliated  with  vallydolls.  faceclaim:  michiel  huisman.  [ … ]  dutch-born  owner  of  finch  &  fable  bookstore,  potentially  on  the  brink  of  divorce.  father  to  desdemona  amarin-finch.  stuck  in  a  fantasy  world  found  between  the  book  pages.

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tags.

﹒✧   ˚ ˖ ‒‒‒ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵒᶠ 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟. ﹒✧   ˚ ˖ ‒‒‒ ᶜʰᵃʳᵃᶜᵗᵉʳ 𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑑𝑖𝑒𝑠. ﹒✧   ˚ ˖ ‒‒‒ 𝑣𝑖𝑠𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑠. ﹒✧   ˚ ˖ ‒‒‒ ᵐᵘˢᵉ  𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒 ﹒✧   ˚ ˖ ‒‒‒ ᵈᵃˢʰ 𝑔𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑠. ﹒✧   ˚ ˖ ‒‒‒ ᶦⁿᵇᵒˣ 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑡𝑠. ﹒✧   ˚ ˖ ‒‒‒ ᵃⁿˢʷᵉʳᵉᵈ 𝑎𝑠𝑘𝑠. ﹒✧   ˚ ˖ ‒‒‒ 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑠. ﹒✧   ˚ ˖ ‒‒‒ ʷᶦˢʰ 𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡.