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Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Father of three. @EschewRcyalty’s prince —— PARODY ACCOUNT

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we are the stories we tell ourselves. the brave hero, the tortured soul, the altruist, the pragmatist. they will tell you who they see, but you and you alone know who you are.
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ㅤㅤㅤ❝There is a 𝐂 𝐑 𝐀 𝐂 𝐊 in everything, ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤthat is how 𝐋 𝐈 𝐆 𝐇 𝐓 gets in.❞ ㅤㅤㅤ ↬ #𝗁𝗉𝗋𝗉 ; modern oc ㅤ royalty. naturalist. scientist. mature themes ; 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖼𝗋𝗂𝗉𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾.
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“It never stops. The people I work with are useless,” said Corban and he took one of the drinks his brother had poured.
“You work, still?” Raises a brow while already pouring them a drink.
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“I’m working. But sure. Why not.”
“Brother.” He nodded. “Scotch?”
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i run my fingers over your soul, and gently pour my love into each crack i find.
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Corban appreciated the consideration for his feelings, but ultimately he would put the needs of his daughters before his own. If they wanted a relationship with their mother, he would support that. “You don’t have to decide right now. Take your time. Think about it. There is —
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&&. this was her papa , his feelings mattered too. “it’s always just been the three of us. i’m not sure i want to let anyone else in.”
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— no wrong decision in this case. It’s whatever you want. Not me. Not Lisa. You.”
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ㅤ ❝Far away, l o n g ago, glowing dim as an ember. Things my heart used to know once upon a December.❞ A closed starter for @EschewRcyalty. If Corban Yaxley had known what he knew now so many years later, he wasn’t sure he would have come into the office that morning. He —
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— manage at that moment. He opened the door and waited for Emmeline to enter before he entered himself. He removed the cigarette from between his lips and held it between his fingers as he put his bag down onto his desk. He glanced towards her briefly, tried not to roll —
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— his eyes, and then sat down behind his desk after putting out his cigarette in the ashtray on his desk. “You’re early,” he said, his voice gruff and he cleared his throat. “Do you want anything? A coffee?” A cigarette?”
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