| Oh Goodness -----& Cup Turn, Notice How Slender Fingers Cover Up3 / 4 Ths Of The Rightful Drinkers

◙ |          “ oh goodness ----- “  & cup turn,  notice how slender fingers cover up  3 / 4 ths of the rightful drinker’s title.     how very  coincidental&accidentally completely purposeful. chuckle, dripping with certain charismatic charm.  lipstick, crimson had already stained light plastic.                           “ we would indeed --- yet it seems i’ve                                just let the fog of morning get to me &                                caused myself a bit of embarrassment.                  it’s freddy.      freddie. ---“ rightful cup up, that DY is prominent, requested.             “ i suppose i could offer my own,                 though if you lack a TASTE for cinnamon                 it would regrettably not leave you satisfied.                                     i could purchase you another -- ?                wendy. “     ( & another sip of coffee isn’t hers ) 

        ❛ that would be mine. ❜  truthfully, with her name being all over the cup, she would have thought that there would be no confusion. it’s not like WENDY is a name even the people from the coffee shop could spell wrong. as far as she knows, there is only one right way to spell it. there’s a playful shrug and she decides not to make it a big deal — after all, that would be ridiculous.  ❛ i know it’s rare for them to manage writing a name correctly, but it has my name on it. unless your name’s wendy, too, then we might have a problem. ❜ 

ϟ | “ fiona --- i wasn’t expecting you           this evening, did -- everything alright --? ” stop, sit -- a simple man, yes. but an idiotic or blind  man, no. everything was NOT alright,  tone told so.  the air & auras -- the fidget of familiar &  yet foreign fashion upon mother in laws fingers. a tell tale sign.                                    “ as much as i owe you, ma’                                        i cannot promise to keep something                                        from my wife    --- not until i become                                        aware of the circumstance ...              -- what can i do for you ? “ 

@adroitbedfellows asked for feelings

Nerves always manifest first in her hands. Twisting together, tensing and releasing with each anxious breath. She has let herself in, sat herself down on the cushioned chair there in the little foyer. 

The exhaustion is evident in her eyes, in the pallor of her skin and even in her usually elegant posture—still elegant, of course, but missing some of the poise, the composure she’s always managed to uphold. 

“—I trust you,” are the first words out of her mouth, though she can barely bring herself to look her son-in-law square in the eye. “And I need you to give me the same courtesy. I’m here because I need your help, and I… need to know you won’t tell Delia.”

@mosaiichearts | asked for angry max

📎|       “ HEY   ! ----                             knockoff   barbie ! “ 

◙ | ouch. -- okay, so words can wound in a way so unique. sharper than any blade on earth or other. & slice - as said, drive & twist. --  misunderstanding can be so powerful and confusion, concern,fear. all can play a heavy hand in such.               “ alana ---                    h o n e s t l y.                                  that wasn’t my intention.  ( a breath )                                  please  don’t snap at me for trying to                                 keep some sort of normalcy between                                 us            --- it’s all i know at this point. “ 

“I’m not familiar with my courtesy either,” why does she feel on trial? “I can’t say I blame you.” Watches Freddie’s hand move where it does. It’s a little mesmerizing, how gradual it is. Eyes snap up. Feels caught. “I’m interested in the understanding of your safety. But, since you’re so incapable of comprehending why and you’d prefer instead to drive it into me like a knife, I’m not interested at all. So you can go ahead and let it go.” She doesn’t enjoy humiliation. She gets enough of it.