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i will try to make myself- less, apparent. for a time. [ he will fail. ]

it is not without hope. what do i have to do?

⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⟢ 𝓗𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐘𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇxᴛ 𝓑𝙄𝙂 𝓣𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙂

"Sounds almost like one of those dime novels at the grocery counter, doesn't it?" He'd tease, lifting his silverware as he began to cut into his own rib before tilting his head at her comment and body language. A soft smirk cracking across his lips. "My, my... Saying it like that is enough to make one think you came here for dessert as opposed to the main course. If I may ask... What was the most interesting thing you found in your research, hm?"

blade slid into sheath, set upon desk. “ ma'am, i'm just frustrated with all that's happened within heaven's gates this past week or so. ”

'' Yeah? How's that shit going? '' He's not the greatest at talking to his kids, but he tries sometimes!

( * wing flap !! He caught her, spinning around “BIIITCH WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?”

but, you are. . . . that did seem to become the norm after a while. it was as new to us as living was to you.

no, my love. we guard and minister the lords children.

it was my charge to usher you through life. at first.

that was ne'er fiction.

. . . performing, love?

who are you when you're not performing .ᐣ

it's precious b͜͡eauty lies just beyond the eye , it goes r͟u͟n͟n͟i͟n͟g̲ through your soul .

. . . apologies. it appears my words are lost in translation some how.

we are all sheep under the shepherding love of the lord. i'm sorry, aclima. sincerely.