𝘫𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵. @yourcerberus

@fIowerofiron ⇱ The difference in their respective classes had never been more apparent. Jon reclaimed his hand in a quick withdrawal. “Maybe.” He’d make no promises. This meant no expectations. “Goodnight, Molly.”

@fIowerofiron ⇱ The difference between their hands was prominent and borderline amusing; his own scarred, work-calloused hands against hers — delicate, untainted, undisturbed; his sun-touched skin against her pale complexion. ⇲

✘; A fight? Now why the hell wasnt he invited?

@fIowerofiron ⇱ “I suppose you have people missing you?” He offered his hand; aid for her descend off of the adjacent counter if she so chooses to accept it.

@fIowerofiron ⇱ Jon regraded the now emptied bottle with a squint to his eye. He hadn’t even managed to maintain a buzz. Whatever. He supposed it time to retreat to bed anyways. With that, he put out his cigarette and moved off the counter with a grunt. ⇲

ཾ༵ 𑁍⠀ꠋ 𝘰𝘰𝘤 ; there’s so many typos in my replies imsORRY i’m still kinda drunk

@fIowerofiron ⇱ they were lucky enough to be born in her situation grew tiresome over the years.

@fIowerofiron ⇱ the help? Your ivory tower too boring?” The note was teasing, lacking the resentment that used to fuel his anger towards the likes of her; wealthy with coin and privileged, that silver spoon evident in everything they did. Hating people because ⇲

@fIowerofiron ⇱ gossip was inescapable it seemed. He couldn’t find it in him to mind. “Oh?” he promoted between his altering of alcohol and tobacco. Jon knew of the deceased’s tendency to... be a dick. Surprise wasn’t something in which her report accompanied.

@fIowerofiron ⇱ It was without acknowledgement that he listened to her speak, inhaling and exhaling, watching the visible vapour dance upwards to join the atmosphere. He tried not to concern himself with family affairs. It wasn’t his business to know after all. Though ⇲