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Unable to deny the gravitational pull, her free arm looped around his shoulders, dragging him even closer as her thumb pet along that pretty, pretty jawline.
He must miss her terribly so. Good. Revna wants to remain on his mind, even as the words crumble. It should always be +
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A soft hum, fingers framing that pretty jaw of his.
Revna doesnβt hate the idea of being a plague on his mind, a specter for eternity. What else does he thing about? How ( much ) does he miss her?
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A peaceful time, wasnβt it? Them and the entire world at their fingertips.
A hand extends, ghosting along his jawline. Does he miss her?
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Oh?
Is he haunted by her, darling? Pray tell, just where have his thoughts taken him this time?
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She was here earlier, silly god.
And where was he?
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Some have stories that rival in chaos in comparison to those of her younger years. Which is . . . a feat in itself.
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You want me to bleed to death so that no one can tell what wound it was we shared.
It was a deserved kindness, and one that had always been returned tenfold.
Her gaze swept over his visage, inspecting every inch, gaze softening. He looks older. Perhaps a little more worn around the edges.
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Itβs always incredibly heady, the way he reacted to every little touch ββ betwixt the years they share and the . . . vigor of indulgent youth, one would think heβd have gotten sick of her touch long ago.
But here he is, melting into her hand.
Shall she get rid of those +
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