[center][h2][color=00746b]꧁[/color]βœ§π•’π•Ÿπ•’π•€π•₯π•’π•€π•šπ•ͺ𝕒 π•žπ• π• π•£π•–βœ§[color=00746b]꧂[/color][/h2][/center] [hr] [center][@King Kindred] [/center] [hr] [color=fff200]β€œAre you okay? Is it the hit from the storm still bothering you?"[/color] Ana snaps her head up, her hand moving to the drink as she hums, studying the bartender.[color=00746b] β€œHm? Oh um,”[/color] she pauses, her pupils dilating. Fucking hell, she could practically see every fucking vein, heat pouring from the blood and onto her skin. [color=00746b]β€œUm yep, yeah the storm,”[/color] the French girl nods, forcing her eyes to her glass. [color=00746b]β€œThe storm…”[/color] she exhaled sharply, bringing the glass to her lips, begging anyone who would listen to take this feeling away.