˗ˏˋ 𝐇𝙚𝓪𝙧𝙩𝙒i͟r͟e͟d͟ . .𖥔˚

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˗ˏˋ 𝐇𝙚𝓪𝙧𝙩𝙒i͟r͟e͟d͟ . .𖥔˚

˗ˏˋ 𝐇𝙚𝓪𝙧𝙩𝙒i͟r͟e͟d͟ . .𖥔˚

@CORVOLTICUS

───────── ⟢ ・⸝⸝ 𝓐 𝐒𝙐𝙍𝙂𝙀 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝓪 𝓢𝐎𝐔𝐋, 𝙢𝓪𝙙𝙚 𝐭𝓸 𝐜𝓪𝐫𝐫𝔂 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝐖𝙀𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙏 . . .

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˗ˏˋ 𝐇𝙚𝓪𝙧𝙩𝙒i͟r͟e͟d͟ . .𖥔˚
tracing the calloused ridge of his knuckle before pausing—- imagining a ring there. He wants to see Eddie pick it out himself, so he can mirror it, a perfect reflection of their bond. ) I never doubted you’d say yes … and yet, I’m still so overcome.
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˗ˏˋ 𝐇𝙚𝓪𝙧𝙩𝙒i͟r͟e͟d͟ . .𖥔˚
against all odds and nights that nearly tore them apart, they made it to this moment. And in that realization, Volt feels the entire world align. ) Life only makes sense with you in it. I’m yours, in every way. ( * He threads his fingers through Eddie’s, thumb &&
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˗ˏˋ 𝐇𝙚𝓪𝙧𝙩𝙒i͟r͟e͟d͟ . .𖥔˚
ㅤㅤ Neither can I—- truly, I can’t, Eddie. ( * His voice catches somewhere between laughter and disbelief, every breath alive with current. The smile that blooms across Volt’s face is incandescent, its glow mirrored in the scatter of blue sparks trailing his skin. && ㅤㅤ
ً@cfthebolts

( something about the way volt gazed at him gave eddie the gut feeling that there was something on his mind. it was easy like that, one shared look being enough to convey what words could not. though, when those three words left —

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˗ˏˋ 𝐇𝙚𝓪𝙧𝙩𝙒i͟r͟e͟d͟ . .𖥔˚ retweetledi
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he's more myself than i am. whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
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𝑬𝘋𝘋𝘐𝘌 .ᐟ ⏻
𝑬𝘋𝘋𝘐𝘌 .ᐟ ⏻@frayingsparks·
ᅠ what. the fuck. ᅠ
𝑬𝘋𝘋𝘐𝘌 .ᐟ ⏻ tweet media𝑬𝘋𝘋𝘐𝘌 .ᐟ ⏻ tweet media
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˗ˏˋ 𝐇𝙚𝓪𝙧𝙩𝙒i͟r͟e͟d͟ . .𖥔˚
ㅤㅤ Storms always had a way of riling him up. The more they rumbled, the more he seemed to thrive—- eyes lit with a sharper glow, hair taking on a wild, untamed volume. Stray arcs coursed over his skin, pulsing with restless energy. “I know … I feel so *𝔀𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙙.” ㅤㅤ
𝑬𝘋𝘋𝘐𝘌 .ᐟ ⏻@frayingsparks

@CORVOLTICUS Thunderstorm looming over the home, his head rests on Volt’s shoulder, tired eyes looking up to brighter, more vibrant ones. A squeeze of their intertwined hands. “Storm’s got you crackling, joule.”

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