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𝒈͟𝒊͟𝒑͟𝒔͟𝒚͟ ᵇ͟ʳ͟ᵃ͟ᵗ.ᐟ
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⠀ ⠀𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝐼 𝑘𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢⸺ 𝒉͟𝒂͟𝒖͟𝒏͟𝒕͟ ͟𝒎͟𝒆͟ ͟𝒕͟𝒉͟𝒆͟𝒏͟ .ᐟ
wuthering heights. Katılım Nisan 2023
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⠀⠀ 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝; 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞. ⠀⠀ an original character for the small town / fandomless verse. triggering themes ahead. 18+ only.
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his fury soothed down around her every time. heathcliff wasn’t sure whether it was good or evil.
“ maybe that’s how you see it. ” he was tender now, another step. “ tell me more. ”
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a cynical, infuriated chuckle echoed in the breeze between them. who denied him? such a foolish question to ask !
“ who has denied me the right ?! ” his voice was sharp & thorny. “ your family, those people around you. ” a sharp exhale, clenched fists loosen +
𓈒 𝒞𝗔͟𝐓𝐇𝐘 ܓ@hauntines
⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ she had been speaking too sharply———she knew it by the tone of his voice. cathy finally rose from the grounds, “and who has denied you the right?” she paced a few steps to him, ￬ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀
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i do know you well enough to be certain that you won’t die.
𓈒 𝒞𝗔͟𝐓𝐇𝐘 ܓ@hauntines
⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ if i do you shall be Very sorry for doubting me! ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀
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i doubt you shall.
𓈒 𝒞𝗔͟𝐓𝐇𝐘 ܓ@hauntines
⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ i’m going to die today. i’m certain. * 😣 ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀
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a monster, something better off dead. “ perhaps that is because it has never had a life in it from the beginning. ”
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he seethed the way she made judgments. the way it pleases him? there is nothing that could please him except for the possibility of seeing the downfall of hindley, or anyone in that house.
“ i have no right to be pleased by anything. ” because he was inferior, +
𓈒 𝒞𝗔͟𝐓𝐇𝐘 ܓ@hauntines
⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ she huffed. “you Would dare. you would dare anything if it pleases you.” shifting to sit now, palms digging into the dirt. still, catherine did not face him. ￬ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀
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born, degraded, humiliated, slapped on the face. “ do i? or you simply do not wish to acknowledge it? ”
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he had just as she also had the power of crushing his dignity underneath her feet and she enjoyed doing so, heathcliff knew because he would do exactly the same and delight on it completely. “ oh. i wouldn’t dare. who am i to mock you, catherine? ”
a gypsy, a lower +
𓈒 𝒞𝗔͟𝐓𝐇𝐘 ܓ@hauntines
⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ brows drew together, it seemed he had a talent for picking at her pride. “do 𝓃ot mock me, heathcliff.” she turned in the grass again, facing away from him now. ￬ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀
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by the grass, his lips curled and air whistled through them, low and steady. “ like this. have i offended your fragile soul? ” he mocked, eyes squinting.
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a frown—peevish, bad-tempered. fool, fool heathcliff for finding himself here once again. despite the relentless grudge against others—the words echoing around the house, dark curls sweeping his forehead, his steps were haste, impatient, closer yet still guarded +
𓈒 𝒞𝗔͟𝐓𝐇𝐘 ܓ@hauntines
⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ catherine stopped at once, as though his voice had caught her by the wrist. there was a brief silence before her head turned his direction, grass blades brushing her cheek. ￬ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀
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