aenar.
i suppose that might be true on many accounts, but i hardly share the thirst for my kin’s blood unlike so many— nor anyone else’s. we have unraveled like poorly weaved ropes.
ᨃ * 𝖉͟𝑦͟𝑎͟𝑛͟𝑛͟𝑒͟. ︶ ꒥
dyanne.
well, you know, the habital backstabbing and passive-aggressiveness that truly binds this family together. what would we be, if not wishing to see each other fail?
﹒ 𝒔𝒂𝒗𝒂𝒈𝒆⠀︵⠀𝐹𝐿𝐴𝑀𝐸
good morrow, cousin . . .
what do you mean by terrible .ᐣ
