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โ€œ๐™ธ๐šโ€™๐šœ ๐š—๐š˜ ๐šž๐šœ๐šŽ ๐š๐š˜๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š‹๐šŠ๐šŒ๐š” ๐š๐š˜ ๐šข๐šŽ๐šœ๐š๐šŽ๐š›๐š๐šŠ๐šข, ๐š‹๐šŽ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐šž๐šœ๐šŽ ๐™ธ ๐š ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐šŠ ๐š๐š’๐š๐š๐šŽ๐š›๐šŽ๐š—๐š ๐š™๐šŽ๐š›๐šœ๐š˜๐š— ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š—.โ€ โ€• ๐™ป๐šŽ๐š ๐š’๐šœ ๐™ฒ๐šŠ๐š›๐š›๐š˜๐š•๐š•
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๐๐š๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐ž๐ ๐–๐ก๐ข๐ญ๐ž ๐‘๐จ๐ฌ๐ž. retweeted
Blue. Mun will be out enjoying birthday ๐ŸŽ‚๐ŸŽˆ๐ŸŽ‰ Replies tomorrow (Saturday) I won't skip Silver's turn
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๐๐š๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐ž๐ ๐–๐ก๐ข๐ญ๐ž ๐‘๐จ๐ฌ๐ž. retweeted
โ๐š’ ๐šœ๐š’๐š ๐š‹๐šข ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š ๐š’๐š—๐š๐š˜๐š  ๐š ๐š’๐š๐š‘ ๐š–๐šข ๐š‘๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š๐š™๐š‘๐š˜๐š—๐šŽ๐šœ ๐š˜๐š— ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š ๐š‘๐š˜๐š•๐šŽ ๐šŒ๐š’๐š๐šข ๐š๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š•๐šœ ๐š•๐š’๐š”๐šŽ ๐š’๐šโ€™๐šœ ๐š‹๐š›๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š๐š‘๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š ๐š’๐š๐š‘ ๐š–๐šŽโž #OCRP #MVRP #SFWRP #FANDOMLESSOCRP #FANDOMLESSRP โ˜†โœฟโ™ก & ๐Ÿ”ƒโœฟโ˜†
๐•ค๐• ๐•—๐•ฅ ๐•Ÿ๐•–๐• ๐•Ÿ ๐•œ๐•š๐•ค๐•ค๐•–๐•ค ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•ฃ๐•’๐•š๐•Ÿ ๐•šโ€™๐•ž ๐•—๐•๐• ๐•’๐•ฅ๐•š๐•Ÿ๐•˜ ๐•ค๐• ๐•ž๐•–๐•จ๐•™๐•–๐•ฃ๐•– ๐•“๐•–๐•ฅ๐•จ๐•–๐•–๐•Ÿ ๐•ฅ๐• ๐•œ๐•ช๐•  ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•• ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•ž๐• ๐• ๐•Ÿ
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Returning the kiss, he did so with a slow, lingering tenderness, tasting the sweetness of her lips as he poured all his unspoken devotion into the gesture. Sighing contentedly, he shifted his frame to snuggle against her, +
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+ burying his face in the crook of her neck and molding his lean body against her plush, comforting curves. "Your kindness is... an irregularity I have grown to cherish above all else. To know that I am sufficient simply as I am... +
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The tension in his shoulders dissolved instantly, replaced by a profound sense of warmth that permeated his chest. He leaned into her touch, his eyes fluttering closed as the softness of her palms grounded him.
Oh. She wasnโ€™t expecting him to react like that because of what she said. She didnโ€™t think he would be that embarrassed about her pointing out that he was very well versed in bras even if it happened to be for her sake. She smiled softly as she looked at him, shifting a bit. โ€”
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+ Even a Housewarden must acknowledge that stillness is its own form of discipline. Perhaps you could simply spend it observing the things you previously missed. Or..." He paused, a fleeting, tentative smile touching his lips.
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"It is not a 'bad' thing to be simple, Silver. I merely meant that your perception of time is far more uncomplicated than my own. Most would find such a lack of preoccupation refreshing." His gaze drifted toward the white roses, the petals pristine and orderly against the stone.
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He felt the tension in his shoulders dip, a rare surrender to the stillness of the alcove. "As for the time you have gained... you needn't feel pressured to fill every second with a productive endeavor. +
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A subtle crease appeared between his brows, of genuine contemplation. The notion of existing without a schedule was a conceptual void, yet hearing it from Silver made it sound less like chaos and more like a luxury.
He glanced over at him for a moment as she tilted his head slightly. He was watching him curiously. He shifted himself slightly as he moved his fingers over his pants for a brief moment. He closed his eyes as he listened to him speak to him. โ€œYou really think so? Is that a bad โ€”
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A deep, sudden crimson flooded his cheeks, spreading rapidly from his jawline to the tips of his ears. He stiffened, his posture momentarily reverting to that of a disciplined student under interrogation, though his gaze remained desperately soft.
She tilted her head slightly as she watched him curiously. She kept her eyes on him as he turned his attention to her chest now that she was holding onto them. Although, she wasnโ€™t certain if he was staring at them to judge her breast size or because he was that interested in โ€”
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His voice trembled slightly, devoid of its usual command, replaced by a sincere, breathless earnestness. "It is not a matter of amusement, Azul. I merely wish to be useful to you. To ensure that every detail of your day is as seamless and comfortable as possible... +
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He leaned his head against their shoulder, closing his eyes and simply breathing in the comfort of their presence. "I understand. I do. I merely require your patience as I learn to navigate this... unfamiliar territory. But please, do not mistake my hesitation for doubt. +
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A soft, melodic huff escaped him, though the expression remained devoid of any true irritation. The playful jab at his title caused a flicker of warmth to rise in his cheeks, a crimson flush that mirrored the hue of his hair.
แ…  แ…  riddle's gloved fingers touching their wrist seemed to have caught their attention, causing honeyed eyes to shift swiftly to his hand, and then back to him. the housewarden's words seemed to have reaped a wider smile back to lockwood's face, the same eyes growing โ€” แ…  แ… 
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"I find I cannot fault your sentiment. To be held in such high regard by someone as perceptive as you... it is a privilege I shall not take lightly." The tension that usually held his shoulders in a rigid line finally evaporated.
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"Calling me 'my queen' is a blatant disregard for basic titles... and yet..." His hand turned atop theirs, interlocking their fingers with a precise, firm grip that spoke of a possessiveness he was only beginning to allow himself to feel.
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