.. nm. dutch. ( easy to pretend everything’s normal. seemingly has to, with these folks.. ) been alright?
gently taking @RECKONlN’s wrist, turning it over to place a braided bracelet on palm. it’s.. nothin' special. just wanted to make her something.
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⎯⎯⎯⎯ ୨ *𓃗* ୧ ⎯⎯⎯⎯
What’s It 𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗥 anymore .ᐣ
If you b͟e͟l͟i͟e͟v͟e͟ the ‘ 𝑳𝑰𝑬𝑺 ’ I #𝕿𝐄𝐋𝐋 .
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his curiosity bleeds, quick and easy. the sudden question enough to have knife slice against smoothened oak, notching, then fully sliding thin flake into the fire before them.
the thrum in his veins feels fatal, 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨. his grip on her only tightening the barest amount —— own digits curling, pulling her impossibly close. he feels 𝘥𝘪𝘻𝘻𝘺. alive with something unnervingly 𝗯right.
a distant, lonely part of him’s still afraid that with one wrong move he would awaken alone. only quelling the darkness when her lips return to his skin, pulling a breathless, aching laugh from his diaphragm.
a hum in agreement —— the opulence of mother earth is never—ending. he just wishes this chill would ease, some.. * 💭
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.. they givin' you trouble? ( knows whatever it is that it isn’t serious —— the kind that finds their little group, that is. holds out the flask he’d been nursing to her,























