Ninth House | Chat

[Kristi]

@CerealKiller

And coffee for that matter”

dark academians and caffeine addiction>>>

@CerealKiller

Amani’s chuckle echoed softly in the quiet room, a sound that seemed to linger in the air like the fading notes of a melody. Arya couldn’t help but smile in response, a knowing glint in her eyes as she absorbed Amani’s words. “It’s a dance for sure,” Arya murmured, her voice a smooth cascade of velvet as she leaned back in her chair, her gaze fixed on Amani’s. “A dance of shadows and light, of secrets and revelations. Adrian may see himself as the master puppeteer, but even he is bound by the strings of fate, tangled in the web of his own design.”

they just fr talking shit about poor Adrian omg

@CerealKiller

passing between them like a whisper in the wind. “Indeed, there are scissors for every occasion, each with its own purpose and precision. But the true mark of mastery lies not in the tool itself, but in the hand that wields

love how the Convo is just them going ‘well yes but it actually’ ‘well no!’

@CerealKiller

… unexpected flavors

do you now?

@raviola

MONA

She Lays Down

@raviola

“Oh, sorry” Mona chuckled, looking away in embarrassment. “I just thought you might have been drinking because, well, everyone else was, and, I don’t know,” she scratched the back of her neck. Then, she put a soft smile back on her face; her resting expression.

well she wasn’t

@raviola

But Mona halted her thought, and dropped her hands to her sides, tilting her head to speak. “Why are you lying to me?” She asked, because as much as she tried to digest the girl’s words, they did not sit right in her stomach. She had a bit of a unique ability, where aside from her intuition, she could always tell when her friend was hiding something from her. And she didn’t always trust her intuition, but she did always listen to it. And even though she preferred to speak positively, her primary intention was to help Thalia.

Mona needs to mind her business

@raviola

Her smile made Mona smile, too, sending butterflies through her bloodstream when she leaned closer. “Just true, huh?” Mona nodded, giggling when the girl said she was happy to be with her. It was a sort of feeling that could only be described in pictures; the yellow light from a home, girlish whispers, bare feet on grass and carpet, moments so stunningly simple that you could only understand their beauty after they were long gone. Maybe one day she would understand it; far from now when she was laying in bed losing her ability to sleep.

STAWWWP MONA SO BABY GIRL

@raviola

missed you at the ball yesterday

I love this phrase so much

@raviola

“Something like that?” She repeated, wondering what Thalia could have meant, but the fact that she didn’t deny it felt like a pinch on Desdemona’s skin, and when she clarified, she felt a bit selfishly better about herself. “Well, what happened?” Her voice sounded more relaxed then.

a lot