‍ ‍ 𝓦͟𝑰͟𝑻͟𝑪͟𝑯.

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ 〝 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒚-𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒅 𓏲𑁍 ៸៸ ᅟ‍ㅤㅤ ⋯ ⠀ཾ༵ 𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍 𝖙𝖔𝖚𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖉 , 𝓦͟𝑰͟𝑻͟𝑪͟𝑯 ͟ᅟ‍. ♡ ㅤㅤ

hearing footsteps coming up behind you in ketterdam only means one thing : someone is trying to steal from you. “touch my purse and i’ll circ —” she whirls around, a bone blade in her hand. ⠀⠀ “matthias .ᐟ”

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⠀⠀ struggling with her mittens.

⠀⠀ he is vaguely threatening to hit you with a hammer. know your worth, queen.

⠀⠀ wish you’d break up with this man.

⠀⠀ you think i’m lovely?

⠀⠀ boo.

there’s a gasp, clear and sharp. sometimes, nina thinks she was destined for the stage, or at least, fated to tease matthias about silly little things for an eternity. ⠀⠀ “there’s two women now? i’m going to have to lock you up in my room to keep you away from temptation.”

⠀⠀ it’s six fingers.

⠀⠀ inej.

⠀⠀ you’re totally wrong. my forehead is sized proportionately so i don’t need to wear a fugly hat.

she arches an accusatory brow. though her next words are a performance, she makes a good show of having them appear serious. ⠀⠀ “who is this other woman?”

⠀⠀ now hold on —

⠀⠀ i’m not made for scheming. hot women don’t need to.

⠀⠀ stop giving us things to agree on.

⠀⠀ a respectable job still. i love butter.

⠀⠀ is this not just how ketterdam works?

wrapping her arms around his neck, her fingertips a little sticky with the chocolate. ⠀⠀ “you’ve got good taste for a man without a sweet tooth.”