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Joined April 2024
🧅 ‍𝖉𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘳 ᵗᵒ 𝓼𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐩𝐞͢𝐧. retweeted
crimson kiss; wiping your blood from my lips
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( Eyes close, shoulders curling inward as heat spreads and relaxes her muscles. If she isn't careful, she might just fall asleep... 🥱 ) Mm. Too hot for me.
The chill of October’s breath kisses against the skin, or would where the veil envelops. He settles closer. His hands interlink between his lap, and scrub together gently. “I prefer the summer… ..personally.. …”
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( Not one to argue too much, she nearly gives in to his insistence— gaze dropping as his chair presses against her own, inching a little closer herself to settle into the newfound warmth. Head shakes, amused. ) ...okay.
“H .. Huh?” His hands shoot up. “N-No, really ! It’s — okay… ..” His chin dips a little, mouth quirking. Another solution comes to mind. Scooting his chair closer, he’s careful to take the other half of the cloak around his shoulder. Both are snug beneath its green.
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( Slow blink... reluctantly reaching up to undo the clasp, letting fabric slip from her shoulders. ) It's yours. Maybe... I can get my own.
He finds her own, too. Shaking his head. “.. No. it’s okay.” A breeze rolls by. Visible cold jitters. “You can keep it.”
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( Slight nod, eyes following as he sits. Brief glance down, where fingers clutch the cloak. ) Mm. Do you want it back?
His lips part a little, but he can only shrug. “It is only an article. Just fabric.” He thinks of someone else. Verdant eyes. “But it means a lot, to a lot of people…” He sits down next to her. “That said, , I’m glad it seems comfortable.”
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( Quiet hum, hands lifting to tug fabric tighter around her shoulders. Very warm... ) You don't have to lie to try and make me feel special. It's the same as any other clothes.
A little smile lines his cheeks. “Mmn. That’s good.” Then, moves around. “This is…the first time someone outside the walls has ever worn our uniform. How does it feel?”
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( Standing still, head tilted downward to watch. Blink. ) Yeah. Warm.
Nodding. Without a word, he loosens it off his shoulders. He casually throws it around her own, and seals the button at her collar. “There. Is that okay ..?”
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ㅤ𝗌𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗂𝖾𝗋ㅤㅤ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ⲁㅤ ͏ ͏ ͏ㅤ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͡🛡️ㅤ ͏ ͏ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ͏ ͏ ͏͏𝗐͟𝖺͟𝗋͟𝗋͟𝗂𝗈𝗋
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there is blood beneath my fingernails and your name caught between my teeth. i taste the red upon my tongue, then give it back to you with a kiss. you swallow what should horrify you, and i smile against your mouth. how lovely, that even my violence can find a home inside you.
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i have poor work ethic and the pussy is trash as well
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new broad nose fungus weevil pics just dropped look at this ridiculousness guys...
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( That's reassuring. Something that has surely affected everyone on the island— even herself. She doesn't like those who trust too easily. A shake of her head, hands retracting, albeit reluctantly. ) No.
⠀⠀ [ as a scout, his guard is rarely, if ever, down completely. especially after the incident that took out someone he considered family. her death still weighed on his mind daily, and reminded him to stay vigilant. comfortable as he was, he's ready to respond the second ⠀⠀
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