you ... sure? ( jacob grimaces, his raise of brows and a tilt of head hinting at his skepticism. unconvinced, he retrieves a flask from his jacket seconds later, handing it over. ) here— take some of this.
i’m—– sorry. ( blurted out as an apology, jacob quickly straightens himself upon realizing how dumb of an idea that was. he swallows——how embarrassing. ) your eyes. they’re just ... unbelievably pretty.
good——morrow, hmm? that’s one thing i haven’t heard in a while ... but——! anyhoow, good morrow t’ you too, mister ...
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temp.xn--6ii pinnedㅤ:ㅤㅤtomás benavent de morella 、 a tragic artist that traversed the fog in the ˣ̲ᵛ̲ᶦ̲ th century . dbd focused 、 o͟p͟e͟n͟ to other verses . 21↑ — spa / eng .
i’m afraid none but crooked ones, ma’am ... everyone is always up to something. ( unable to take gaze off lilac eyes, jacob subtly leans in to take a better look. ) ... i’m not dreaming, am i?
of course ! you don’t want to know the kind of looks i usually get, so ... yours has quite brightened up my morning.

























