𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞.

❝𝐖𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞.❞ ⸺ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 𝐉𝐀𝐘 ⸺ 𝐎𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐜𝐃𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐬.

Blake knows she’s being ridiculous— acting like a child. But the pain is very real underneath that mask she so rarely lets slips. “I miss my mom,” She breathes out, accompanied by another round of fresh tears. “And I’m not any closer to finding out what 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 did to her.”

“I’ve had plenty.” And she has, yet it’s still not been enough to numb her. Tears that are rolling down reddened cheeks, are temporarily warming them from the harsh winds. But she can’t (or maybe won’t) even turn to look at Gianna.

A city so full of life, while she’s drowning in her own grief.

Ducking her head to have it land behind her. “No they don’t! Each color is a different flavor, dummy.”

Amused little grin while popping a red one into her mouth. “It was a gross flavor.”

Resisting the urge to roll her eyes, hand drawn back before the blue arrow is sent flying through the air. She holds her own breath, watching it in almost slow motion until it pierces through the shoe. “You can breathe now.”

Squinting as she focuses on the shoe. It’s a lot smaller than the teddy bear would’ve been. Oh well. “Stop breathing!”

Pleased little smirk while raising her bow once more. “I never realized how big your head is. Try not to move.”

Lowering her bow with lips tightly pressed together. “Take one of your shoes off..”

Slow blinking before narrowing her eyes. “I can’t shoot that, it’s too innocent looking and cute!”

Her questionable motives are highly classified between only herself and Gianna. Is that Natasha admitting she cares for the youngest Morse?

It’s your turn to hold something over your head, @SoftClintsArrow.

Throwing a gummy bear at @ENFORCEDOATH’s head.

I’d rather bang my head against the nearest wall than try that monstrosity.

More like her knowing who she needs to stay on the good side of— But sure, that too.