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. ⠀ 𝐓𝐕-𝐌𝐀‼️⠀ 『 𝙑𝙞𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚, 𝙂𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝙎𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙎𝙚𝙭𝙪𝙖𝙡 𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩, ⤷ 𝘿𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝, 𝙎𝙪𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙚, 𝙇𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙜𝙚 』⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀♡ ఌ ↺ #OC | 〝 Pathetic . . 〞 | #MVRP

@lcvelisms — A shadow would creep over her frame from behind, the shifting of his movements could be heard whilst approaching. Lips parting slowly, his voice would emit low, calm. 〝 Greetings . . Little Dove. 〞

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀intense glare studying her, noting the expression written along delicate features; his own becoming sympathetic. Regretful. 〝 Forgive me, my love . . 〞⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀

@lycheiia — A gentle stroke applied to her cheek .

「 𝐌𝐔𝐍 」— My motivation to write is slowly returning, thank you all for your patience .

House. Admiring in silence the modern structure and clean setup, a fitting dwelling for a woman like herself; oddly enough this was his first time in her home . She'd come to the cathedral all the time to visit him, but this time; he came to her .

@lycheiia — The floors would creak beneath his weight, slowly he entered through the window; one foot on the floor before the other. Large wings folded against his back, making slipping in easier. Morbid features sat emotionless as his gaze wandered the interior of the . . .

Toes from the ground. Picking her up entirely. 〝 Shh, Shh . . . Do not worry . 〞 With those words he'd bring his hand to grip her chin, lifting her gaze to meet with his for a moment before hungrily capturing her lips within his own; passionately, longingly .

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ The feeling of her soft lips pressing against his skin caused for low grumbles to emit, eyes closing he brought his features into the darkness of her hair; inhaling her scent heavily. Deep voice emitting alongside his exhale, large arms lifting her . . . ⠀⠀ ⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Feeling her frame push against his own broad stature caused for a slight smirk to emit, his own arms snaked around her waist; pulling her into a tight embrace. He would push his face into the crevice of her neck. 〝 Forgive me . 〞 ⠀⠀ ⠀

@lycheiia — Large dark talons would extend to gently brush against her backside, A low deep voice piercing through silence, calling for her from behind. 〝 I've returned, Little Dove . 〞⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀

「 𝐌𝐔𝐍 」— Apologies everyone, depression is kicking my ass .

Himself to replace it. Too ashamed to allow such a name to remain his, instead it died . . . Along with her; many years ago. 〝 Outis . 〞

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀A pause in his movements, slightly hesitant to speak for a moment; the thought of his name would cause for softened expression to turn saddened. His gaze shifted away before finally he'd reply. Not with his gifted name, but instead . . A name given to . . .

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀His arm would come to wrap around her waist, a small tug forward; pulling her into his firm chest. His morbid features shifting to form a soft expression, free hand coming to meet with her cheek. 〝 Is this a common tradition ? 〞

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀Have to? This is a mandatory tradition? How strange mankind was, developing odd rituals of intimacy. 〝 and if I don't ? 〞 He asked not to spite, but in genuine curiosity. Would something happen if the tradition was ignored?

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀Taking a few steps forward, his eyes would lazily shift to the festive herbs between her fingers; brow lifting . 〝 What is the purpose of this? 〞

Thanks .

@lycheiia ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀Morbid features would shift to form a slight smile at her words, head falling forward slightly he would nod; a gesture of approval before speaking. 〝 You may . 〞

@lycheiia — With a heavy grumble, dark talons would pull her closer into his large frame; her soft flesh brushing against his own . Eyelids twitching before slightly opening, he had finally awakened . Tired gaze would lazily shift to look at the . . .

A small pause before continuing . 〝 Outis . 〞

He'd finally part his lips to speak. 〝 I am nobody . . 〞 His head would fall slightly to the side for what would appear to be pondering thoughts, silence followed those words for a few moments before speaking again. 〝 But if you must address me . 〞. . .

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ Feeling her hands against his head coaxed for a brow to rise, soft yet unamused eyes still glaring impatiently back at her . He was confused as to why she was so persistent in obtaining his identity, even more so as to why she felt so bold and comfortable. . .