"Sorry, I'm not a real big texter. And I had to know if your voice was as gorgeous as the rest of you."

"Has there ever been a more perfect woman?" He asked, appearing from the shade of an umbrella

He held out a black satin blindfold and offered it to @darkvelvetsoul.bsky.social

"Do you trust me?"

Ty held out his hand and she began to slowly rise off the ground

"Hm?"

"not unless I said because that's where you keep all the fine works of art....."

"From now on, I am your occasion.

Did you say your name was museum?"

"Yeah, especially for me. Going to go grab something to eat or something?"

Incoming Call

thieves in the area. After that we were never the same. My dad drink his feelings away. I went the other out taking whatever substances would make me no longer feel anything. And ma was left to pick up the pieces."

Maybe if he could just focus on the driving. On weaving in and out of traffic, he could get through this.

"Then we got stopped by the police one day." His voice went cold with barley contained rage. "NOPD officer James Conners shot and killed my brother because he 'fit the description' of car

Ma used always say he could sell a cup of water to a fish. I mean I looked up to the guy, you know? I always wanted to be just like him. Dad wasn't around much, always working too hard. Mom took care of the house, but me and him? He was my hero."

Ty's grip tightened against the the steering wheel

Well, they had 13 hours. So might as well

"I had a brother," he began, "Bill was his name." Ty smiles wistfully as he talked about is brother, " it was like trouble found him wherever he went. But bill was a smooth talker. No matter what trouble we got into he could always talk himself out of it.

Right. So this conversation was going to go well. Then again, he didn't really have practice telling anybody this. So uncharted territory as always, as most things were with her, but her reaction was making it that much harder. It felt like a rejection, and he should call this whole thing off.

while he grinned down at her.

"I'll always join you, Stasia."

A smile spread across his face both with excitement and at her words.

"Hang on, I was watching jjk and I wanted to try something."

He rubbed his hands together with a grin. Then he clapped his hands together and the book was in her place. He was now in his arms, bridal style

📲 are you busy now?

5) not anymore

Okay woah. youre at like a 12 I need you to bring it down to at least to 4

✖️ No worries, doc! I’m a total saint ✖️

I’m 𝓗𝓪𝓻𝓵𝓮𝔂 𝓠𝓾𝓲𝓷𝓷

Sorry, who are you again?

Dm to plot

4) black wavy/curly depending on the length

3) dark brown, almost black

Depending on the power he uses, full white or obsidian black

2) around 5'10

But he will say 6'0

1) Ty, TJ, or Cloak

Ｎｏｗ ｌｏａｄｉｎｇ

███████▒▒▒ 70%

𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄

Yes

📲 maybe I'm just enjoying the conversation for now

📲 but true

📲 yet.