MARCEL .

❝   mmm, yeah, yeah. i hear you. victory’s yours, d.  ❞    she invokes humor in him like no one else, riddled with fondness.    ❝   don’t get too comfortable.  ❞    one of the many lessons he’s acquired over time from a family made up of monsters slips through the cracks of his jest and a show of white teeth, and he regards her with an amused, endeared expression. 

          OCEANIC   GAZE   NARROWS    ;    though   not   in   spite .          only   playful   retort ,   pinked   petals   curling   at   the   corners   akin   to     WORN   PAGES    of   the   grimoires   such   lithe   digits   splay   across   day   after   day . 

❛     ───     come   on ,  marcel .         you   taught   me     EVERYTHING    i   know .          you   don’t   think   i   could   do   it   again ?    ❜