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โ €โ € โ €โ €๊•ค โ € แฏ‡ โ €โ €๐‘๐‘Ž๐‘›โ€™๐‘กโ € โ‚Š โ €โ € sอœอกaอœอกyอœอกโ €โ € ฬฎ ฬฎ โ €โ € โ € โ € โ € โ € โ € โ € โ € โ € โ € โ € โ € โ € โ € โ €๐’Šโ € เฒฟ๊ฃ’ โ €โ €didnโ€™t โ €โ €tอŸrอŸyฬฒ. โ € โ €

โ €โ €25+ writer ใ€ณ mdni. ๐Ÿณ๏ธโ€โšง๏ธ.
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โ € he didnโ€™t know if it was because he was sleep deprived, but that did make him feel a little bit eased. hand still holding the letter, heโ€™d soon raise it to look again, scanning the details and lines. โ €
moments pass , before a faint pulse back in the necklace . ink is smeared at the bottom of the letter , like his hand brushed across in a hurry . he always told rook of his contracts โ€” where he was heading .
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โ € lifting the note to read, his digits circling the sending crystal around his own neck. yet that doesnโ€™t stop his worry. โ €
a letter left to @rookpieced , scribbled parts antivan and tevine . a ledger , in a cypher heโ€™d taught only rook to read : โ€˜ gone . two weeks . cult .โ€™
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ใ…ค ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ–๐Ÿ—๐Ÿ—ใ…ค โธโธใ…ค ๐‘๐‘Ÿ๐‘’๐‘ก๐‘ก๐‘ฆ โ€” ๐‘๐‘œ๐‘ฆ .. ใ…ค ๐—ฐ๐—ผ๐—ป๐˜€๐˜‚๐—บ๐—ฒ๐—ฑ by ๐–‰อŸ๐–ŠอŸ๐–†อŸ๐–™อŸ๐– . ๐“‰ธ ใ…ค & ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ฆ๐˜บ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด all over ๐ฆ๐ž. ใ…ค
you? what could one more splash of blood mean to you?
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โ€ โ€๐–ฅ” โ€ โ€ โ€ ๐’•๐’‰๐’† โ€ โ€ ๐‘นแต’อœแต’แต๏น โ€ โ€ retweeted
โ € ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐…๐ˆ๐…๐“๐‡ ๐“๐€๐‹๐Ž๐ .แŸ ๐’—๐’Š๐’‚๐’ˆ๐’ ๐’…๐’† ๐’“๐’Š๐’—๐’‚ . independent portrayal of viago de riva from dragon age . veilguard based . #darp . โ €
life doesn't care how young you are. it forces you to grow up anyway.
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โ € his lower lip would jut out playfully, eyes shining under the light of the room. โ€œ you know what i mean. โ€ he huffed, though just as playful as the pout that only remained on his lips for a moment. his eyes slip closed again + โ €
ใ…คโ €โOh, you're flattering me. Keep it up, actually. Don't stop now!โž They all but purr, hand sliding to settle *politely at his waist. Such kindness, such *compassion, from someone with the weight of the world on his shoulders. Gods, no *wonder why they'd fallen. -
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โ € + fully relaxed. โ€œ more sure than iโ€™ve been about anything in awhile, if iโ€™m being honest. โ€ โ €
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โ € his hand slides into his hair now, not wanting to let him go. โ€œ you donโ€™t have to talk about it, if you arenโ€™t comfortable or ready. โ€ โ €
โ€œ i was eight . when they โ€” she .. โ€œ he shakes his head , eyes squeezing closed . โ€œ sometimes i still hear it .โ€
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โ € he pressed another kiss to his head, as gentle as the one before that. โ€œ i understand, in a way. maybe not the same way as youโ€™re feeling, but still. โ€ โ €
he sniffles , shaking his head as he leans into lira . โ€œ no . . . their souls are at rest . but it doesnโ€™t stop me from crying for her โ€” every now and then .โ€
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โ € he nodded, pressing a kiss to the top of lucanisโ€™ head at first in attempt to comfort him at least a little. โ€œ if there was a way, iโ€™d try to find it for you. โ€ โ €
โ€œ i want them back .โ€ he frowns . itโ€™s the first time since their funerals that heโ€™s admitted such a thing . in shame of scorning caterinaโ€™s efforts to raise him .
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โ € โ€œ maybe you just donโ€™t understand how magic works, because it is still a real fight. โ€œ with that, his side arm appears, in the form of a sword and orb that hovered over his other hand. he was quick to meet sword against sword. โ €
โ € " a real fighter can get out of that โธ " he counters curtly โธ dashing forward to swing his blade at the offending mage. " but you're no real fighter. " โ €
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โ € he kept him close now, an arm sliding around his center. โ€œ i know, baby. โ€ โ €
lucanis scoots over , curling into liraโ€™s side . eyes lingering on the journal . โ€œ they didnโ€™t deserve it โ€ฆโ€
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โ € he keeps him close, quick to place a kiss upon his knuckles. โ€œ iโ€™m sure theyโ€™re very proud of you, baby. โ€ โ €
โ€œ i miss them . . .โ€ he squeezes liraโ€™s hand . lips turned down , shoulders drawn . โ€œ i want them to be proud of me .โ€
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โ € he kept his eyes on him, reaching for one of his hands. โ€œ take your time. โ€ โ €
โ€œ i . . . woke up .โ€ he frowns , closing the journals . โ€œ i felt โ€” i feel โ€ฆโ€
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โ € โ€œ itโ€™s okay, are you okay .แฃ โ€ he asked him softly, laying his head gently onto his shoulder. โ €
dark eyes blink , pushing back tears as he looks up . a small jolt โ€” โ€œ sorry . i know i left the bed ..โ€
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โ € moving to sit beside him, though he doesnโ€™t attempt to look at the journal. as curious as he was, he didnโ€™t want to pry. โ €
sat cross legged by the fireplace , hands running along pages worn to time . frowning . entries of his mother . father . sister . the voice doesnโ€™t register .
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