Coquette
The Girl with the Bow and the Knife
I smile like spring, but my blade sings sharper.
I wear lace like armor and bows like promises I might not keep. I listen more than I speak, and I see everything—especially the parts you try to hide. Don't mistake my stillness for weakness; I’ve carved my name in silence more than in blood. If you’re lucky, you’ll never find out which is sharper—the edge of my knife, or the truth behind my smile.
What I'm Into: hidden exits, stormlight through glass, perfume with a bite, wounded birds, the weight of a glance
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