‧₊˚ 𝒻ˡᵉˢʰ - 𝒻ᵃⁿᵍ͟ᵉ͟ᵈ͟ .

after fury，what do you do with the remains ִ 𖤠

i’ll consider it if you behave.

no, i suppose not. ( honey—hazels dart up to look upon his features, catching the way his scarlet eyes don’t look at her. ) despite my frustrations and moods … i’m actually quite taken with you, araña.

painfully so. then again, i don’t want to actively scare you. not truly, anyways. so maybe i won’t strangle you. yet.

with you .ᐣ sometimes, i never know with you. i can’t be … a scary bruja with you, you don’t buy into it. pisses me off.

( her own gloved fingers come up to gently trace at his jaw and despite how stern she can get, there’s a softness in her eyes, in her tone. ) i think you’re lying. ( leaning into his touch. ) you like seeing me get shy over you.

i know, and it’s frustrating me. 𝑦𝑜𝑢 frustrate me, you know that .ᐣ

pulling away. )

alright, we don’t have time to unpack all that. you say that now, but when you’re crying for mercy, i’m going to pretend i don’t hear it.

do not—— ( deep inhale before she scoffs, trying to play it cool. ) it’s shocking cold, okay, some of us get, y’know, RED.

maybe this time, it’ll be me hunting you down for sport for a change.

( softly, with feeling. ) don’t you dare.

i’m strangling him. but he’s not going to like it, mark my shocking words.

( immediately, a faint flush of red that matches her nose appears on her cheeks. ) … god. you’re lucky i tolerate you. ( she means that in the most affectionate way. look at her, he’s got her flustered. )

( she immediately scrunches up her nose, eyes widening before she gives his wrist a little smack. ) now you made it redder. terrible. you’re terrible.

a little hat would look too funny, i have to be taken seriously. ( as if she could be taken seriously with how red the tip of her nose gets when it’s frosty outside. )