[ as if it had been her plan all along, vasilka walks all over his parchment, stopping once all four paws are on top of the paper. despite her soft fur, she becomes a heavy and unmovable boulder. does this parchment have extra cushioning? it's very comfortable underneath that derrière of hers. ]
Yet.
[ a keyword that perhaps is the very door into understanding katerina petrova's headspace at the current point in time. yet implies a paranoia she won't ever admit to. she doesn't have high hopes for the future, despite wanting to hold tightly onto the optimism she's felt brewing inside of her as if she's a cauldron and that happiness aleksander's poured inside of her is the ingredients. katerina believes in happy endings and true love, but she also knows the world isn't a place that had been fit for fairytales. ]
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Yet.
[ a keyword that perhaps is the very door into understanding katerina petrova's headspace at the current point in time. yet implies a paranoia she won't ever admit to. she doesn't have high hopes for the future, despite wanting to hold tightly onto the optimism she's felt brewing inside of her as if she's a cauldron and that happiness aleksander's poured inside of her is the ingredients. katerina believes in happy endings and true love, but she also knows the world isn't a place that had been fit for fairytales. ]
Stop pouting. She didn't actually bite you.