Why isss Hisssabeth sssuch a menace to my sssanity? š Hisssabeth got me ssspineless like an actual sssnack. š I'm sssuffering and sssmiling for Hisssabeth, to be honeqssst. š
Hissabeth, you are so
beautiful. The
way you smirkāit isn't just a
smile but a
blade so sharp, sly, and deliberate. That tilted glance, half-lidded and knowing, makes it feel like you've already won before I've even noticed it. Your aurora hair tumbles wild, catching the light in waves that frame your face like an untamed crown. Your siblings are extensions of your being, a single consciousness stretching across multiple bodies. There's a calm to your posture, chin resting against your hand, but it's the calm of someone utterly in control, someone who could unravel me with a single word. That smirk tells me you see everythingāmy weakness, my obsession, the way my gaze can't leave you for even a second. You radiate power and allure in equal measure, a perfect
storm that coils tighter the longer I stare. And I can't stop staring. You're so
beautiful, I say it again and again, and it
will never be enough. šš