Ninth House | Chat

[raviola]

Reacting to my gf ft lots of cursing

@Kristi

“Who says i have not already?”

Ok this wasnt too bad
Maybe it gets worse (def)

@Kristi

, because he didn’t like the idea of the two of you mixing semen inside her pssy, and you’re his beck and call boy are you not?”

Ok well don’t talk ab my girl arya so degrading

@Kristi

Bigfoot been rubbing shoulders with Jesse, why you’re still dicktimized and ready to cut off the only other person that might have actually liked you,” In her words, she had forgotten she had said other, declaring that there was someone other than Arya who might have cared for him. She was just hoping, he did not pick up on that, and if he did, he brushes it off as her talking about Renlin. Amani did not care for him, she did not, and maybe if she repeats it in her head, those words will come true

Ok Bae

@Kristi

c0cks

Her says pussy and cock like this is so funny

@Kristi

He was awake doing it? She was lucky that her skin was cinnamon, and not pale, because her skin would have definitely turned a crimson shade. She wanted to say, ‘she was tired and it was cold and she wanted to get warmer’, because yes that was the truth, or she could have said, ‘if you were awake, you could have pulled me away, if you truly cared about loyalties,’ but she did not. Instead she pursed her lips, as if in deep thoughts. But she couldn’t even let herself think of a response, because Vincenzo had added more, stating that Amani wanted it- that she wanted him. “Whatever drugs you’re doing, you should get off them. I never wanted you, not like that.” She scowled. “I still do not. It was cold, remember? And I was slightly tipsy- you were in your right mind, and apparently awake. You could have pushed me off, you didn’t.” Besides, since when did such an act between them, mean anything?

Oh my
So much to take in here

@Kristi

She had said because she wished to confront him about the dress and stepped into her room without her permission, but she had done that, so was it not time to go? Was she subconsciously chasing for something, was this fcking self harm? Because it was not a game, games were entertaining, they were fun, and, this was not fun.

Good questions maniiiii

@Kristi

To save yourself, and perhaps someone else.

you know which one it is

@Kristi

Though Amani was no hero, she would never call herself that, for was she not more of the fallen angel? She was, and she was to act like it. She had always prided herself on her composure—a trait she had inherited from her father. But what she was now, no one would describe as composed, for she had blinked in shock and taken a step back—though there was nowhere to even step back—when he had raised his voice at her comment. Not out of fear, no, she wasn’t scared of Vincenzo, but out of shock. He was angry, on the verge of a breaking point and Amani steadied herself, she pursed her lips, and she could feel the thrum beneath her skin, an insistent beat echoing in her ears and pulsing in her throat. Her breath came in quick, shallow bursts, every exhale a struggle to maintain her exterior of calm indifference. It was as if a wild, untamed force had awakened within her, each surge of energy making her feel simultaneously powerful and fragile. Her chest tightened, the air around her suddenly thick and stifling, while a warmth spread through her limbs, demanding action, movement, an outlet for the tumult inside. The room seemed to close in around her, the walls pressing in as her vision narrowed, focusing solely on Vincenzo’s fiery eyes. Say nothing, she told herself, say nothing she repeated in her mind, keep up the act and tell him she was not acting but she couldn’t, because in that moment, she was terrified.

Terrified of the raw emotion in his voice, the depth of his hurt, the intensity of his gaze. She was terrified of his words. “I did care,” She finally admits looking down at her shoes like a little girl. “I suppose I did,” She opened her mouth, “But-” she shut her mouth. There was nothing to say, she didn’t know what else to say because there were no buts to it, and she couldn’t even feign one. Was this how King Rehoboam was when he lost his kingdom? Did he feel the same defeated emotion as her? There were similar in a way that they had lost a kingdom, only his was a physical one and Amani’s was an emotional one. She was over this, she wanted to change topics and luckily they did, as they began to talk about her dress, and her stoic mask returned.

Ok wife
This was so cute
Amani
Amani we love you so kuch