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⠀ ⠀ won’t ⠀ you ⠀ 𝒄𝒖𝒕 ⠀ 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 ⠀ that ⠀ apple ⠀ tree ⠀ 𝐟𝐨𝐫 ⠀ 𝖒𝖊?

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won’t ⠀ you ⠀ 𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖜 ⠀ 𝖉𝖔𝖜𝖓 ⠀ that ⠀ spade ⠀ and ⠀ dig ⠀ up ⠀ the ⠀ garden, ⠀ darling? ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ get ⠀ your ⠀ hands ⠀ 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 ⠀ and ⠀ rip ⠀ up ⠀ the ⠀ 𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒏.
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𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊 .ᐟ retweeted
⠀⠀ T͟H͟E͟ 𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐓 o͟f͟ 𝓑𝑨𝑵𝑬 ⠀⠀
perfection or failure. there is no in—between.
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thea.xn--6ii and when i start writing aly’s good ending and bad ending? what then
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“I never make promises I cannot keep.” in spite of her quiet monotone, there too exists a certain mischief. she smiles slowly, moving to stand alongside him. she loops an arm around his. “come on. surely you have some good ones —
⠀ ⠀ 𝑜𝑓 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑𝑛'𝑡, ⠀ he thought, ⠀ but the comment simply elicited a small chuckle out of him. ⠀ alyana, ⠀ so tough looking——and still so soft. ⠀ "you are going to call them all kind
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𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊 .ᐟ retweeted
i don’t know how to stay tender with this much blood in my mouth.
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𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊 .ᐟ retweeted
thea.xn--6ii 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥. hit the heart for a starter. lengths might vary but expect at least a two - post thread.
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“I wouldn’t say that,” alyana replies quietly. though certainly time was an anomaly to her, she was sure that time —- even minutes —- had importance. her brows furrow, eyes lingering on his face. she is quiet for these seconds, and —
⠀ ⠀ "then i will stay. ⠀ for as long as you want to." ⠀ heart skips a bit, ⠀ maybe two, ⠀ with the confession. ⠀ there's many things he wants her to know, ⠀ to discover or rediscover, ⠀ after time and
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then she says, “come. tell me all about your adventures.”
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alyana hesitates here, breathing him in. really breathing him in. this familiar hand upon hers, these familiar eyes staring back into hers, it settles her and sets her heart fluttering at once. her tail has released his leg in favor of —
⠀ ⠀ "only when the need appears. ⠀ old encounters are rarely the occasion," ⠀ finding the back of her hand with his own, ⠀ it isn't moved, ⠀ or pulled; ⠀ simply held. ⠀ "unless they are special."
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slow swishing motions. “I want to stay with you awhile.”
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𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊 .ᐟ retweeted
just wantcha to stop sayin’ odd shit. ( * 🙄🤨 )
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“still a poet, I see.” eyebrows raise, teasing him even now at a most sacred moment. her other hand is still in his, as if she’s forgotten it’s there. they’re almost too close. “come, are you tired?” she asks, though makes no move.
⠀ ⠀ it's not quite sheepishness, ⠀ how the tip of his ears lower when he smiles in spite of noticing her own curve of lips, ⠀ nor the tickling warmth of her hand on his cheek. ⠀ shyness, ⠀ perhaps; ⠀
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in spite of herself, alyana begins to smile. brightened a fraction by his presence. she hums, her hand moving from his shoulder to his cheek. “good,” she retorts. “I will hold you to that.” her gaze drops, lingering on his lips. and —
⠀ ⠀ "the gnolls thing happened 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦! ⠀ and everyone was complete by the end of it." ⠀ he argues, ⠀ thinks, ⠀ and adds: ⠀ "after ⠀ .. ⠀ some magic, ⠀ if you count astarion." ⠀ still, ⠀ the matter is left
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how she feels his breath on her own. “welcome back.”
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“you are known to be careless around beasts with plenty teeth,” she points out, but her eyes follow his every move and soften finally. some tension falls from her shoulders. her free hand reaches to his shoulder and tugs him in close. —
⠀ ⠀ "do you hold so little faith in me?" ⠀ hence: ⠀ one of her hands being brought up, ⠀ laying a small kiss at its back without much hesitation. ⠀ the tilt of his head while hidden behind it carries a sly smile.
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close enough that she can rest her head against his. “I do not like being apart so long,” she whispers.
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thea.xn--6ii all that alluring fey magic and she can’t say one flirtatious thing without it sounding like a threat
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