
jules ౨ৎ
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obviously.

( tired eyes flutter shut under the safety of the blondes touch. a touch she'd yearned for since high school.) me begging you to leave behind your safety net for me isn't showing you how much i want you? ( she forces her eyes open —

⠀ ⠀ 𝓢tranger than you 𝙙͟𝙧͟𝙚͟𝙖͟𝙢͟𝙩͟ it . can you even 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 .ᐣ ⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ i never realized how nurturing you were until now, it’s sweet .̲ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

( she didn't answer, but instead let her remaining presence speak for itself. lips press together, jaw clenched when her eyes follow the shaky hand as it raises ) i'm not putting you in any position. ( she finally says, carefully —


She let's out a huff as they leaned against the wall more "Nahhh I'm good.. need coffee.. " They mumbled again raise a brow slightly "What are you doing?"

( she doesn't see the hand curl into a fist, but she takes notice of the now hurried strokes ) and that's what, fulfilling to you, jules? being kept in a toy box like a doll until he decides to open it again? ( rue lifts herself —













