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ً@aslovewept
glory is fine, revenge is more fun.
ˡᵃᵈʸ 𝖛𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖾𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 ...
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ˡᵃᵈʸ 𝖛𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖾𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 ...
@RECKONlN
⠀YOU ⠀TOOK ⠀𝕰VERYTHING ⠀FROM ⠀ME. ⠀AND ⠀𝕹OW, ⠀IM ⠀GOING ⠀TO ⠀TAKE ⠀EVERYTHING ⠀FROM ⠀𝖄OU.
﹠̲ THESE VIOLENT DELIGHTS HAVE VIOLENT ENDS. I TOLD YOU A RECKONING WAS COMING, AND THAT RECKONING IS HERE⠀ ⠀. ⠀ ⠀. ⠀ ⠀.⠀ ⠀ Katılım Aralık 2022
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@dutyorhonor looking over, eyes squinting in the sunlight. “ gonna siddown, or just stand there all creepy like? ”
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ˡᵃᵈʸ 𝖛𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖾𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 ... retweetledi
ˡᵃᵈʸ 𝖛𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖾𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 ... retweetledi
looking down at the bracelet, eyes widening at the small yet powerful gesture. “ for me? ” almost like she can't believe it. “ it's beautiful, charles. ”
゙@owedhurt
gently taking @RECKONlN’s wrist, turning it over to place a braided bracelet on palm. it’s.. nothin' special. just wanted to make her something.
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ˡᵃᵈʸ 𝖛𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖾𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 ... retweetledi
ˡᵃᵈʸ 𝖛𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖾𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 ... retweetledi
⠀&͟ … father figure of c͟r͟i͟m͟e͟.
* 𝐌𝐑. ℳ𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐖𝐒, @campconman
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ EVERY PLAN IS A GOOD PLAN IF WE EXECUTE IT PROPERLY. ( 𝑯OSEA —— 𝑴ATTHEWS .ᐟ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
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clearly happy with herself, with him, with today. “ not complainin'. ” head tilted upwards, nose brushed against his gently. “ now i know why you were so nervous. ”
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she smiles brightly, thumb brushing against cheek— licking her lips like she's still trying to remember the taste of him. as if the taste might disappear and she may never feel it again. silly. “ mm, that was unexpected. ” +
゙@owedhurt
the thrum in his veins feels fatal, 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨. his grip on her only tightening the barest amount —— own digits curling, pulling her impossibly close. he feels 𝘥𝘪𝘻𝘻𝘺. alive with something unnervingly 𝗯right.
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ˡᵃᵈʸ 𝖛𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖾𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 ... retweetledi
it goes unsaid. eleanor is scared. terrified of what that meant. how that might change things. but she can tell from the look in his eyes that he understands. foreheads pressed together, kissing him again, then again. these poor fools.
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he's gentle and sweet in this moment, everything she is not. stood on tiptoes, boot heels digging into the ground as her free hand rests at his neck. she only stops to look at him and catch her breath. “ charles, ” 𝘪 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶. +
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charles tastes just how she imagined so many times before— like oak, sweet, the forest around them. hand slips under the sleeve of his shirt, fingers digging into the skin there. desperate, longing, lips crashing like waves into the other. +
゙@owedhurt
he holds his breath just a second too long, he comes to realize. when his head dips, nose bumping hers gently, held there in a moment of genuine focus—— for a second he only breathes. [it smells like 𝘩er.]
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herself. fingers idling against shirt, it hurts to wait, hurts to speak or breathe when they're 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 close. “ fuckin' ... yes, please, ” grinning ear to ear, words desperate and longing for him. pathetic, weren't they?
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as if in a dream— leaning into his touch as she watches his every move, every microexpression. with every moment that passes, it's as if she can barely breathe as he gets closer and closer, hand reaching for his shoulder to ground +
゙@owedhurt
𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺. something about the way she says the word, quiet, 𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺, seals the rest of their evening quite thoroughly in his mind. ( 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰, 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘩𝘦? )
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