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𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑜𝑛 was a creature of
habit——finding his way into
the tent of those whom he
trusted. a fear of the 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤
was laughable as a spawn.
but bad things happened
in the dark- with his new
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light pools in from the tent confines, the brightness leaking warmth over ash-gray, leaving a deep purple hue. only a stray blanket covered over his lap, legs sprawled out lazily.
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« companions , he recently
found comfort in the confines
of a tent. being able to walk
amongst the warmth of the
sun , and blood aplenty ,
the spawn could 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭. a
small sense of normalcy
was a »
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his hand taken , ever eager
to be escorted like a jewel
'pon a rich woman's chest.
`` have plans for us , do
you .ᐣ my little romantic ~ ``
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𓂃⊹ @GENASICRIMES .ᐣ
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