Sʏʀᴀx.

ㅤㅤuntil your sin is cleansed , my 𝓥𝐞͟𝐧͟𝐠͟𝐞͟𝐚͟𝐧͟𝐜͟𝐞 will pursue you .

The she dragon stretched and yawned then curled back up.

a seven nation army couldn’t hold me back.

it’s still you. it will always be you.

she is delicate but roses still have their thorns.

He throws her on the bed, with a chuckle before jumping in under the covers with her pulling her close he was the big spoon and she the little spoon. A soft happy hum escaped his lips

ㅤㅤanger makes you impulsive , ㅤㅤand sorrow causes you to weaver .