
head shook dismissively , chesnut waves shimmering against the light of emma’s room as despondent sigh was exhaled. she didn’t have to look up to know that gentle blue irises were most likely looking on IN WORRY. brittle born had been knowingly DISTANT since entering the duval’s , already feeling imposing despite that they had walked in together. there were BIGGER THINGS to worry about , yet spencer couldn’t seem to get her sister’s permentant mean scowl and look as though everything was somehow her fault out of the back of her mind. ❛ trust me , em. when bodies are dropping the last thing you should worry about is my insanely toxic familial relationships. ❜ @playgods.