[ @griefbreathes ]
“frank,” she breathes out, half—relief, half—vexation. “i was beginning to think you’d forgotten my address.”
golden brow arcs in unspoken question, though it tilts on her tongue, to ask where he’s been hiding out. +
[ @n3vermss ]
crystalline hues strike glacially cold, a pungent disdain coloring her glare. it’s difficult, karen finds, to even make herself look at him.
“you must be truly desperate for something if you’re coming to see me.” spat out, the journalist as blunt as ever, +