a hand extends, nudging book from his grasp so that she may take his hand instead. absentmindedly toying with fingers as a pleased hum flees lips. oh? and here she thought he’d be far too focused on his studies to notice her absence.
apologies, he’s just 𝓈o easy to confuse for summerhall’s mutts.
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syl.xn--6ii/ i fear i Do yearn for another muse. i’ve fallen so far back into the medieval hole.
* this is 𝓅erfect for now
gently, she squeezes his hand as fingers interlace with his own. not daring to waste another second before she’s taking off towards the gardens. silk swaying with every rushed step she takes, “ my father took abelar on another c.xn--6ii/
syl.xn--6ii/ good evening they are Everything to me
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