⠀⠀ ⠀⠀where is he—? she is so sleepy and in such need of a pair of arms to fall into.
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⠀⠀ ⠀⠀where is he—? she is so sleepy and in such need of a pair of arms to fall into.
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⠀⠀ ⠀⠀oh, to cease existing for a week. a month. a year.
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⠀⠀ ⠀⠀oh, to cease existing for a week. a month. a year.
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⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ laying flat on her back, legs outstretched and crossed loosely against the wall. reading an old, weathered tome with sleepy eyes.
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⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ laying flat on her back, legs outstretched and crossed loosely against the wall. reading an old, weathered tome with sleepy eyes.
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⠀⠀ ⠀⠀stroking and circling, her eyes lull contentedly. settling a little more when his hand finds a place around a deceptively fragile wrist.
on the contrary. he helps to keep the ghosts at bay, and she sleeps better when he is around. less haunted.
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⠀⠀ ⠀⠀stroking and circling, her eyes lull contentedly. settling a little more when his hand finds a place around a deceptively fragile wrist.
on the contrary. he helps to keep the ghosts at bay, and she sleeps better when he is around. less haunted.
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⠀⠀ ⠀⠀humming, she relaxes warm and close, laying a fond palm over his cheek to toy idly with the hair beside his ear.
it is better. though she questions his reluctance. if he does not desire her company, then she will not be offended.
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⠀⠀ ⠀⠀humming, she relaxes warm and close, laying a fond palm over his cheek to toy idly with the hair beside his ear.
it is better. though she questions his reluctance. if he does not desire her company, then she will not be offended.
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⠀⠀ ⠀⠀bold—? not so much as he might think. but she is quite certain, yes.
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⠀⠀ ⠀⠀bold—? not so much as he might think. but she is quite certain, yes.
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⠀⠀ ⠀⠀yes, blaidd. that includes you.
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⠀⠀ ⠀⠀yes, blaidd. that includes you.
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⠀⠀ ⠀⠀it’s bedtime, come snuggle — this is not a request.
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⠀⠀ ⠀⠀it’s bedtime, come snuggle — this is not a request.
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⠀⠀ ⠀⠀humming quietly to herself, she spins a small blue teacup back and forth between her hands. attempting to decipher the patterns left behind in the leaves. she never did quite get the hang of tasseography.
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⠀⠀ ⠀⠀humming quietly to herself, she spins a small blue teacup back and forth between her hands. attempting to decipher the patterns left behind in the leaves. she never did quite get the hang of tasseography.
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