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Speechless, are we? … Oh, did we suddenly forget our cues?
❪ Ever the torturer, Mercutio inclines, and looms about her orbit——at their distance, or lack thereof, his warm breath graces her skin before the sound could clear his lips fully. ❫
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this will be one of my only ooc posts on this acc that isnt abt the game or odessa but if anyone has me blocked please keep the same energy and keep me blocked. yall showed me whats up please stay over there ☺️ i'm here to write and that's it
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I’d be hard pressed to name a time where my methods fell short. Doesn’t the chrome finish in my choice of firearm bring out the hazel in my eyes?
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We wolves in sheep’s clothing ought to blow some steam while we still can, shouldn’t we?
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That fate doesn’t sound so bad, being a poor luck charm to a cynic such as yourself.
❪ Mercutio’s digits trickle like rainfall and descend lower, and winds about clockwise until his palm is rewarded with a tangled fistful of her corset’s lace. ❫
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What else is of value to you other than my heart? I’m speaking literally, not metaphorically, of course. You have no use for the intangible.
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