// after some time, I think I WOULD like to come back to this account but only this one lmaooo, if you wanna poke my other guys please checkout my tumblr instead……. But that being said……. Uhhhhhhh does anyone wanna write with me still? 👉👈

// tyyy 🙏^_^

He’s met with a funny feeling in his chest as breath escapes through his nose like smoke in a chimney. Almost as if he were stealing a drag, he exhales slowly.

“Thank you..?”, he lets out a puff of a laugh, “I might ask you to keep thanking me in that way then, if you would honor me”

He wanted to be surprised as she came ever closer. As if to seal the deal she was making with the devil. Unafraid, as she approached, leaning up to press those soft lips to his cheek.

Perhaps not as ‘unafraid’ as he first thought, what with that cute little squeak.

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He teases her devilishly, unrelenting with no end in sight.

“Not fair? On the contrary, I think it’s plenty…”, he murmured against her as a bit of his teeth poked from beneath the curtain of his lips.

Upon seeing his lady move to meet his cheek in turn, he had released her then.

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He was real, so very real.

As was she, with the flowers in his arm and his beloved pressing so wonderfully to him like petals to a page. The memory wouldn’t fade, even if lost to time.

“If there ever were a time where I couldn’t get you to shudder, I’d fear I’d done something wrong by you”

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How to be gentle, so that they would not shatter in his arms.

How to breathe, after they had stolen the breath from beneath you.

Bane gives to her one of those rare smirks of his, hanging onto the corner of his mouth as she held to him for dear life. Or perhaps comfort…

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He never knew himself to be so intimate. There was a time, yes, just once before— but it seemed so far. A dream in which the memory had gifted unto him its most delicate of secrets.

How to hold someone so closely, that they should not drift a part.

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“Know that they’ll be safe with me… and then”, he paused, “I suppose I’ll have to teach you thoroughly, won’t I?”

The words slid off in that rough purr of his, right as he lifted a hand to hold her chin.

“So that it will be a language you won’t soon forget”

They raised in that way that they did when something had taken him off guard. He hadn’t expected her to say something quite like that. The words felt like a spell casted, what, with the way his cheeks dusted with color.

Warmth rising as he let that settle.

“If you do…”

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He didn’t think he could be found in blooms so beautiful, but here she was.

His eyes followed hers as they fell to half-lid, so fond of the way her laughter danced between them. Just for the hush to follow to come and take him by surprise.

“Ah”, his brows raised.

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Still be would, if she needed to be reminded. And if still she didn’t believe him, he’d prove it to her.

He took her in as he heard her, as her hands fell into a familiar grasp on his coat, fingers curling around the lapels.

“Mm… it’s a good start, choosing with intent”, he murmured beside.

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“There isn’t a thing alive that would keep me from you, just so you know”, he stated it in that ‘matter-of-fact’ tone.

He’d move the heavens and the hells. He’d fight whatever entity, whatever force— it doesn’t matter. It’s a quiet strength, one that doesn’t need to be boasted about.

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Especially not the kind that she would leave on him. No aches attached.

He was happier than he could put to words when she said she’d like that. That he should teach her the intricacies of the floral language. Were she alive still, his mum would be thrilled.

The warrior chuckles.

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Perhaps not in the scholarly sense, but through the different experiences that it has to offer him. Bane could feel the lines start to form beside his cheeks as he smiled at her, bestowed upon him like scars.

He never thought them ugly, the marks left on him.

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He had his road to thank. For all the trials that it has given him, tumultuous and trivial in equal measure at times… but never did he leave something without then learning from it.

Over the course of the last ten years, he’s only ever been striving to understand more.

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☀️ “I may not be an astrologian, but I know how to play my cards. He just happened to be the ace up my sleeve when you were teasing me— but! If you’d rather I not… then I’ll respect your wishes~”, so sayeth he.

He does mean it, no matter how smarmy he sounds.