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เผถ โ€˜ ๐ฌ๐ž๐ซ ๐ก๐š๐ซ๐ฐ๐ข๐ง.
โ €aโ €scribeโ €withโ €moxieโ €โ™•.โ € Just a note: @zobriedaria and I have found a new home for our writing โ€” a platform that suits us and our stories so much better than Twitter/X. These accounts (across all of our muses) will now serve as an archive and a place for edits. โ™ฅ๏ธ
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If warmth is a war, I will burn every kingdom for you.
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ยป A balm for wounds too deep to be seen. He exhales, slow, ๐‘ โ„Ž๐‘ข๐‘‘๐‘‘๐‘’๐‘Ÿ๐‘–๐‘›๐‘”. His arm snakes about her waist, fingers curling into the fabric of her nightclothes, a silent plea ( ๐‘ ๐‘ก๐‘Ž๐‘ฆ๏ผŒ ๐‘‘๐‘œ๐‘›โ€™๐‘ก ๐‘™๐‘’๐‘ก ๐‘”๐‘œ, ๐‘‘๐‘œ๐‘›โ€™๐‘ก ๐‘™๐‘’๐‘ก ๐‘š๐‘’ ๐‘”๐‘œ ). ยป
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โ €โ €โ €๐‘จ๐‘ณ๐‘ณ ๐‘จ๐‘ป ๐‘ถ๐‘ต๐‘ช๐‘ฌ, he sinks into her, pulled by something nameless, something that has always been. A tether spun of whispered vows and windswept nights, of salt in his hair and fire in his blood. He does not think. Thinking is a cruel thing, sharp-edged and ceaseless, ยป
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โ €โ €โ €๐“๐‡๐„๐‘๐„ ๐–๐€๐’ ๐€ ๐‚๐„๐‘๐“๐€๐ˆ๐ tragedy to her current predicament, though he could not quite decide whether it was the wounded hand or the wounded pride that pained her more. For all the noble houses prided themselves on their daughtersโ€™ ยป
แ…  โ€แ…  โ€แ…  โ€แ… แ…  โ€ โ€โœพแ…  โ€แ…  ๐“‚ostแ… ๐“oyal.@blindevoted

โ €โ € this would not form a ... flattering impression of her. of all times he could appear, he pops up at the very moment she is unguarded and without composure. oceanic hues would flare at his jest โ€” not to protest, but almost as + โ €โ €

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โ™” ๐–๐š๐œ๐š๐ž๐ซ๐ฒ๐ฌ. โ€™
โ €โ €โ €๐‰๐€๐‚๐€๐„๐‘๐˜๐’ ๐‡๐€๐ƒ ๐’๐„๐„๐, of course; the sharp, fleeting grimace, how her breath caught like a thread snagged on a thorn. A single bead of crimson swelled against the curve of her fingertip, a wound so insignificant, though demanding all her ยป
แ…  โ€แ…  โ€แ…  โ€แ… แ…  โ€ โ€โœพแ…  โ€แ…  ๐“‚ostแ… ๐“oyal.@blindevoted

โ €โ € a hiss of pain slips past brims, hand being cradled by the other, abruptly dropping the needlework which had caused blood to seep through fingertip โ€” long forgotten on the lady's lap as she tends to the smallest of wounds. โ €โ €

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