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╱ ╱ this is sO FOUL
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i personally think—— i think that multiple rapunzels are what the world deserves.
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and if you disagree with me——— just know, just know that pascal doesn’t. and neither does this frying pan. or horse.
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coughs. shifts restlessly before standing.
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nothing. nothing at all.
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╱ ╱ rapunzel just shifts through emotion so quickly, partly because she hasn’t really learned how to control it, but also because she feels so deeply. she burns with her emotion.
that isn’t a ba—— wait. wait a minute.
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i . . . i think i hit him too hard with the pan. is that possible ? even with just one whack ? one that wasn’t even hard ?
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╱ ╱ me, zeal, n sei reunited here too 💗 modern bridgerton verse lives on forever
another cough, one similar to a peel of laughter, nearly musical. emerald, vibrant and glorious, settles atop his vest pointedly before arms are crossed. he’s wearing . . . a vest.
. . . pupils narrow, eyelights scouring for the source of the wretched objection and ah——there she is. scowl drags onto the rim of his lips, copper hues fighting the urge to roll. of course she'd object. what did he expect from a woman who was locked out for 18 years !
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not to mention, that mister ‘ i can handle everything and anything ’ was promptly knocked out by a pan and a woman that was locked away for 18 years old. not very attractive. respectfully, of course.
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a ringing, odd, almost easy to miss noise—— she choked, a hand clutching delicately at her throat.
who is the most handsome man you've ever set your eyes upon and why is it me?
skirts rearranged, heavy and thick and sopping wet, leaving drops of water on the dry glass with each movement, the cold seeping into her skin, lingering in her bones. digits tug at @thievingrider’s coat, fabric wet and just as +
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+ prying his fingers open and leaving his palm bare, ignoring the proximity that would otherwise leave her queasy and nervous and shaky. “ you’re . . . ” a pause, an admittance, words shaky and hesitant. “ you’re hurt. but i can +
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+ fix it. i can fix this. ” words stubborn, and pure, and true, ringing in the night. “ i can heal you. ”
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