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β €β €β €β €β €β € β €β €β €where you go i’m going ﹐ so π“™π”πŒπ οΉ  i’m π“™π”πŒππˆππ† , @WRETCHEDSLAIN . β €

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Joined December 2021
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β € memories come to them in soothing tranquility , but they maul at her like hyacinth tears : nights wasted with the next newt she had casted her 𝒔pell on β€” who always looked similar to yunan , but 𝒏ever the same β€” to stifle the 𝒍ove in her chest . β €
β € β€œ you did . ” reply comes easy & sure , as they turn to her . in soothing flashbacks , in sewing wounds , & begging their return β€” she had loved them even when she couldn't . β€œ long before now , you'd still loved me . ” β €
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β € it is gentle . it is april camellia’s in full bloom , all the colours of the world beaming within the confines of petals , june warmth expanding through its frame : it is them , together , when the sun crowns the sea and rays peek through the windows to wake them . β €
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β € " yeah , " olivia whispers , folding her hand over theirs , " i did . " she reaches upwards with her free hand to touch their cheek , a silent request while her eyes flit downwards to their lips . β €
β € " my mother would’ve loved you , @fornewts β€”β€” she always wanted a grandchild . " β €
β € there is no better canvas than @WRETCHEDSLAlN . olivia prefers to paint on them more than anything else , tugging them aside constantly to paint upon their skin . perhaps it is an excuse to get closer to them β€”β€” or maybe little things like this is how she shows her love . β €
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β € whenever @fornewts is talking to her , olivia will always listen . even if she is occupied with other duties , she will retain every word that the other has said β€”β€” even if it looks like she isn’t listening . marcy is infinitely important to her . she will always listen . β €
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β§½ β€Žβ€Ž ππŽπŽπŠπ–πŽπ‘πŒ . retweeted
better creatures could love you, i know. but now they'll have to get through me.
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β € " i love them , " she repeats , tragically . " i love them , but i can’t love them here . " not inside castle walls , not under the luminous watch of the crowned newt : son of daedalus . not under the watchful gaze of dawn , only under the moon’s secrecy . β €
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β € " take us away from here , " she begs to the larks . " take us 𝒉ome . " there is nothing more humiliating than dawn : it is another morning that she spends , pathetically , begging to the larks . β €
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