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thoughts, distracted with his strategy.
His strategy to get what he wanted. . .
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table, physically present although
mentally absent, thinking, π΅π©πͺπ―π¬πͺπ―π¨.
Darkness ππππππ at his fingertips
as he sits in deep thought by the
burning fire in his living quarters. . .
the Little Palace is quiet this evening.
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β β πππππππππππ ππππ .
β π³πππ this tweet as permission to
β invade your DMβs to plot something.
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β β πππππππππππ ππππ .
β Searching for a π³ππ
π for an AU
storyline. DM if you're interested!
β β
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β and you can aim for my heartβ£
go for blood
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β you and I are going to
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β there is no safe place.
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Β» threatening at his features. This place didn't seem so terrible at all.
And while it was possibly foolish to enter a place so exposed, so filled with people. he figured, what better place to blend right in? From the outside, there was no doubting he was anything Β»




