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(๐/๐). MERGOS. 109 FowlR.
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"Father." The fleeting voice of our Dusk seek their Father, a soft cradle of Castiel's sleeve by the hand. "Happy birthday," They spoke, all too soft and whispery. Shy.
Yet, their other palm drags bloodied sandbags. "All for you." Love-sick, their eyes paints the rotting lust,
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adoration in their eyes never leave. The bag fell and slumps, thumping a loud - one head, two heads then three.
The rest laid inside of it. "You, and only you." Their devotion never dies, scorching the wicked heart and tongue.
All for you, @MergosProject.
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Our Dusk had thrown a glance to the misplaced eye, and that one glance was all sufficient. Their eyes sweep excitement, and our Dusk tug the eye with the tip of their tongue. "What would you like to have?" Their leg brushing the side of Fionn's, moving closer.
/ that's hot.
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๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐. The beginning of an end. โ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐.โ Wolfgang, bitter and sullen, stubbornly โ
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Their tongue sticks out, eyes of onyx ink with pupils of gold beams to his; our Dusk leans onward to sweep the skin underneath Fionn's eye. "You sure fancy that." Their thumb sunk deeper. "Want me to touch myself and think of you when I slaughter them?"
