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how 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐥 would it have been to live back when the wind and birds and avalanches sounded like 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚑，and killing gave people these huge fucking hard-ons?

you always say that when you know you're wrong.

we love with claws and teeth and the blood is just proof of how much. it's feral.

i— no! i've been busy with assignments, rich.

i plan to wash it tonight. it's been a couple of days.

your mouth against mine my hands bruising your waist locking our bodies together so tightly that even the grave wouldn't know how to separate the bones

you can always do both.

what if i am? what're you gonna do about it?

you're acting childish again.

🫩

i know. ( henry replies simply— no fight, no argument, just quiet acceptance of their words. the forced expression on his face fades away as he looks at them with exhausted eyes, one hand gripping tightly at the strap of his bag. his heart pounds in his chest, steady but +