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@ROSlERBLACK Indeed! No more arguments, surely.

@PurestOfBlack Wonderful, splendid, marvelous. Finally something they can agree on.

She’s terribly busy. Busy avoiding @PurestOfBlack.

@ROSlERBLACK -- their strained connection, to recognize the impact their constant bickering and emotional distance had on their marriage. He realized that he couldn't let things continue this way, that he had to make an effort to break the cycle and try something different.

@ROSlERBLACK -- these dates before. They had often passed by unnoticed, mere blips in their turbulent relationship. But now, everything felt different. The recent misunderstanding involving their daughter had shaken him to the core. It had forced him to confront the reality of --

@ROSlERBLACK Cygnus stood at the entrance of the room, his footsteps hesitant as he approached Druella. The weight of their recent turmoil hung heavy in the air.. He clenched his hands, attempting to conceal the nervous tremor that threatened to betray his composed façade. --

⠀ 𝓛𝐀𝐃𝐘 𝐖𝐘𝐋𝐋𝐀 𝙵𝚄𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙴 𝚀𝚄𝙴𝙴𝙽 𝙾𝙵 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝙴𝚅𝙴𝙽 𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶𝙳𝙾𝙼𝚂 ❛ǫᴜᴇᴇɴ ᴏғ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ’s ʜᴇᴀʀᴛs❜ ⠀

@ROSlERBLACK -- as if they were more important than him! He cleared his throat, a sign of his annoyance. "Is that all you have to say?" he asked, his voice laced with a hint of irritation. "It's our anniversary, Druella. Surely you could muster up a bit more enthusiasm than that."

@ROSlERBLACK -- avoidance had successfully kept them apart until this moment. The sight of her unease only served to amplify his own frustration, igniting a spark of irritation within him. He noticed the way she was holding the necklaces, how she seemed so preoccupied with them, --

-- the affection that lay buried beneath the surface. He reached out, his hand hovering uncertainly in the space between them, a silent invitation to reconnect.

-- With a voice tinged with apprehension, Cygnus spoke, his words measured and careful. "Druella," he murmured, the syllables carrying a weight that reverberated through the room. "Happy anniversary." His voice, though distant, carried a hint of tenderness, a reminder of --