𝓫lue irises observe lar quietly. the smirk
𝑚𝑖𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑑 and she leans into the hand
naturally. her gaze never 𝓵eaves mon-el
as a kiss is planted in that hand before
biting playfully and grinning.
a harsher tug seems lar gand closer.
“are you going to ⤥
kara brings them close, chuckling at her hair is gripped. leaning into it, into them. “goldilocks ִ 𖤠”
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kara glides over to them, shifting to be before them rather than beside them. lips curl lightly into a smirk. “hello handsome” she grabs their chin with light force, stroking.









