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her gaze drifted to stefanie's hand, the restless fidgeting with the ring, the sharp spike of anxiety that isn't entirely her own threading beneath her ribs. she softens her stance without thinking. —
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— " yeah ... yeah, it'll be okay. " she pauses. " maybe not easy. probably not pretty. but okay? we can get it there. "
her voice carried a quiet certainty, the kind that doesn't rely on hope so much as —
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there's so much about him that she can't put her finger on. at least he's intriguing. she likes that.
she gladly takes the glass he slides in her direction, picking it up and giving the liquor a small —
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࣪ ִֶָ 𑣲. 𓂃﹐ 𝓘𝐒𝑳𝑨. ˎˊ retweeted
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𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗶 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗲𝗿.
teapawt.net/yabaniaep/status/17715…
࣪ ִֶָ 𑣲. 𓂃﹐ 𝓘𝐒𝑳𝑨. ˎˊ retweeted
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𝓢𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝓒𝐀𝐋𝐋
♡ this tweet for a small written starter.
↻ to plot in dms ╱ discuss a connection.
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࣪ ִֶָ 𑣲. 𓂃﹐ 𝓘𝐒𝑳𝑨. ˎˊ retweeted
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⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ 𝘐𝘕𝘛𝘙𝘖𝘋𝘜𝘊𝘐𝘕𝘎 ・・・ ⠀⠀
∞ 𝓐𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐋𝑰𝑨 𝓥𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐎𝑵𝑻 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 ⊹ ࣪ ˖
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her usual worries are left at the door as soon as she steps inside, ensuring not to go too far ahead. she’d let the pro lead the way.
“ you’ve been here before, i assume? ” she asks, attempting to raise her voice over the —
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pausing at the door, eyes staring straight ahead, the flash of colourful lights flickering across her visage. this is 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵 of people. she braces herself for the impact, like an all - consuming blow of their mixed emotions. —
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— but then, it never comes. it doesn’t swallow her. doesn’t knock her off her feet. in fact, all she senses is … fun. they’re carefree. for one night, this is her escape.
she looks up at him, her previously uncertain —
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watching his feet shift on the pavement, her gaze finally finds his again, amusement tracing along her lips as she watches him walk backwards.
a small chuckle follows his egotistical comment, but she can’t deny that he has —
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