glaring.

mad at husband hours ✨

maybe.

really talking about bottoms?

“ i wouldn’t say disgusting. something flattering about someone daydreaming about you. ” nothing behind those eyes. no clue. poor layla.

blinking. “ oh! that’s rather sweet actually. ” she has no clue.

“ how deep could it be? it’s just a silly little word. ” standing on tip toes to peak at the word.

WHAT DOES IT MEAN.

“ so . . . you should be able to google. ”

. . . “ can you play games on it? ”

blinking. trying to peak. “ what does it mean? ”

“ i am too afraid to google it. ”

“ i have no clue what this is. ”

“ do you have a phone?! ”

shall we google it?

please don’t ask me what gooning is because i don’t know.

the goon haunts you. will not elaborate.

no.

chewing on a cupcake.

a tiny yawn. balled first rubbing her eyes. she is awake.

she’s the one who has fallen asleep. curled up upon the couch, open book resting upon her chest.

going to get this account rolling.

“ AND I SAID BED. DON’T COMPLAIN WHEN YOU FALL ASLEEP HALFWAY THROUGH WHATEVER IT IS YOU’RE DOING! ”

“ YOU CAN OBLITERATE PEOPLE AFTER AT LEAST SIX HOURS OF SLEEP. ” finger pointing to the bed.

caturday. snicker.

“ HOW CAN YOU OBLITERATE PEOPLE WITH BARELY ANY REST?! ”

pushing @knightofmoon.bsky.social.

you hiss all you want!

b e d.

her mind flooded with so many questions. no answers. tears formed in those eyes. of anger. betrayal. if what he says was true, it would break her. all layla could do was give a nod as she walked past.

𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐈𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊.

“ no, no. you’re mistaken. marc wouldn’t lie. not about this. i wouldn’t bring danger on anyone. i’m trying to prevent all that! ”

chere♡ also leaping with joy that i can finally get this account off the ground.

that smile quickly fell into a frown. “ marc? but . . . he no longer has dealings with khonshu. ” layla’s head quickly shook.

who know who says that? someone who needs sleep. go to bed.

“ and who might you be talking to that poses a threat to your home? taweret poses no threat. ”

golden eyes looked up as her brows rose a bit. lips twitching into a smile, attempting not to keep from laughing. “ you can call me layla, you know. ”

too early for trouble. people should be sleeping.

it’s oddly quiet. that just means trouble is brewing.

sneeze.

she’s sipping her tea. nose buried in her book. just a few more chapters.

going to get this account rolling.

chere♡ hopefully soon will get this account more up and going.

long sip from her coffee.

missing husband hours.

it’s awfully quiet today.