Aᴅᴀɪʀᴀ Fɪᴛᴢ.

& — Hᴏᴡ ʀᴀʀᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪғᴜʟ ɪᴛ ɪs ᴛᴏ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴇxɪsᴛ. ❉ AOS ᴏʀɪɢɪɴᴀʟ. ❉ Fɪᴛᴢsɪᴍᴍᴏɴs' ᴅᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ. ❉ Sʜɪᴘs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴄʜᴇᴍɪsᴛʀʏ. ❉ RTs ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴀᴛᴇᴅ.

[@OfChronoism] — tone she could, muttering a short and rather, to her surprise, firm "I'm not going with you." / *Regarding her.

— her or her parents. Taking a few cautious paces backwards, she would narrow her optics towards @OfChronoism, mustering up the most solid —

— just previously had, so it wasn't hard for her to instantaneously distrust @OfChronoism, sensing she had no decent intentions —

[@OfChronoism] — that they needed her help, but it was unlikely such a thing would ever be approached with a force like the encounter —

— @OfChronoism's words made the situation sound like she was important, an asset in something regarding the safety of her parents, or —

[@OfChronoism] — as leverage to abruptly push herself into a stand, vaguely aware of the pain thumping across the back of her cranium. —

— @OfChronoism, heart still drumming an intense rhythm of apprehension. Palms now resting against the ground, she would use her strength —

[@OfChronoism] — discomfort in the action, she would swallow thickly, optics flickering in a rather panicked dance to peer at —

[@OfChronoism] — was still very much present, causing the female's hands to gently rub at the redding skin. Despite the lowly bout of —

/ please yes

/ daddy

@ResoluteRival / adopt me

Swats at her hand. xitter.cf/ofchronoism/status/795…

Grumbles. xitter.cf/ofchronoism/status/795…

Yawns.

/ I want more SLs on here.

/ *Claw.

[@OfChronoism] — so violently she was almost certain it would explode from within her chest, had that been possible.

[@OfChronoism] — attacker, chest so full of panic and prominent bewilderment that it felt like it had caught fire, her heart hammering —