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⠀ ⠀⠀Her mind was on Tuscany and Florence, but her heart was soaring towards Paris already.
⠀ ⠀⠀Mayhaps the indomitable dame would extend her holiday for escargot and foie gras.
⠀⠀⠀A boredom so great it draws uncharacteristic impulses.
(Mutuals preferable.)
⠀⠀⠀”After those bloody theatrics, I need a spot of tea… with a bottle of Jack, no rocks,” she muttered under her breath, spying over her shoulder as though to make certain she proper finished her work.
⠀⠀⠀”And perhaps I can sleep without another disturbance…”
≪ like a reaper with drawn blades, prepared to nip such uncertainty in the bud.
⠀⠀⠀Because to falter was to fell the beast bestriding one’s burning breast.
✶: Finally got around to finishing this corny piece of work bc I was in a good mood. I’m a beginner digital artist so if you don’t have nothing nice to say go and QRT on a private account. 😂 Anyway, thanks for the support!
Nobody asked, but this is my fave design for my girl.
≪ chamomile tea with just a good amount of coconut milk she took a great fancy to on her adventures in Avalon.
⠀⠀⠀Just the way her father would make it a lifetime ago.
⠀⠀⠀Her perseverance was more formidable than that of a blade forged by a one such Hattori Hanzō.
⠀⠀⠀Her arsenal was 𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨.
≪ Betsy grunted as she assessed the damage to the mountain whilst she pulled out a bobble to tie her hair into a messy, yet characteristically fashionable ponytail.
⠀⠀⠀With a sigh heaved with the burdens of cyclical atonement, the woman stood some time in meditative silence.
⠀⠀⠀“…”
⠀⠀⠀Betsy assessed all that she required and more during last night’s impromptu reconnaissance. To say the assassin was beside herself with amusement was a far-cry from the truth.