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heartthrummed · 2 years
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this blog is now inactive! i will not publically share the url of the blog i’ve moved to on this blog, due to the reason for the move in the first place, but mutuals may ask for the new blog ( through tumblr ims or through discord ) and i may give it out. until then, see you next time! feel free to unfollow/softblock this blog as you see fit.
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heartthrummed · 2 years
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this blog is now inactive! i will not publically share the url of the blog i’ve moved to on this blog, due to the reason for the move in the first place, but mutuals may ask for the new blog ( through tumblr ims or through discord ) and i may give it out. until then, see you next time! feel free to unfollow/softblock this blog as you see fit.
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heartthrummed · 2 years
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this blog is now inactive! i will not publically share the url of the blog i’ve moved to on this blog, due to the reason for the move in the first place, but mutuals may ask for the new blog ( through tumblr ims or through discord ) and i may give it out. until then, see you next time! feel free to unfollow/softblock this blog as you see fit.
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heartthrummed · 2 years
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this blog is now inactive! i will not publically share the url of the blog i’ve moved to on this blog, due to the reason for the move in the first place, but mutuals may ask for the new blog ( through tumblr ims or through discord ) and i may give it out. until then, see you next time! feel free to unfollow/softblock this blog as you see fit.
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heartthrummed · 2 years
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this blog is now inactive! i will not publically share the url of the blog i’ve moved to on this blog, due to the reason for the move in the first place, but mutuals may ask for the new blog ( through tumblr ims or through discord ) and i may give it out. until then, see you next time! feel free to unfollow/softblock this blog as you see fit.
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heartthrummed · 2 years
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this blog is now inactive! i will not publically share the url of the blog i’ve moved to on this blog, due to the reason for the move in the first place, but mutuals may ask for the new blog ( through tumblr ims or through discord ) and i may give it out. until then, see you next time! feel free to unfollow/softblock this blog as you see fit.
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heartthrummed · 2 years
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this blog is now inactive! i will not publically share the url of the blog i’ve moved to on this blog, due to the reason for the move in the first place, but mutuals may ask for the new blog ( through tumblr ims or through discord ) and i may give it out. until then, see you next time! feel free to unfollow/softblock this blog as you see fit.
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heartthrummed · 2 years
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this blog is now inactive! i will not publically share the url of the blog i’ve moved to on this blog, due to the reason for the move in the first place, but mutuals may ask for the new blog ( through tumblr ims or through discord ) and i may give it out. until then, see you next time! feel free to unfollow/softblock this blog as you see fit.
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heartthrummed · 2 years
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this blog is now inactive! i will not publically share the url of the blog i’ve moved to on this blog, due to the reason for the move in the first place, but mutuals may ask for the new blog ( through tumblr ims or through discord ) and i may give it out. until then, see you next time! feel free to unfollow/softblock this blog as you see fit.
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heartthrummed · 2 years
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SENTENCE MEME ⟶ HOZIER / WASTELAND, BABY! always feel free to tweak the sentence to fit your muse.
“The fear of fellow man is mere assignment.”
“The same kind of music haunts her bedroom.”
“I’m almost me again, and she’s almost you.”
“I wouldn’t know where to start.”
“Don’t ruin this on me.”
“Tell me who, and I’ll thank them for it.”
“I laugh like me again, and she laughs like you.”
“I still watch you when you’re grooving.”
“As if through water from the bottom of pool, you’re moving without moving.”
“You are a call to motion.”
“I could never define all that you are to me.”
“You are the rite of movement.”
“I can recall something that’s gone from me.”
“I’m put in awe of something so flawed and free.”
“Move me, like you’ve nothing left to prove and nothing to lose.”
“You’re an odd sight come out at night.”
“What a waste to say the heart could feel apart or feel complete.”
“It’s the screaming, heaving fuckery of the world.”
“All things come from nothing.”
“My heart is thrilled by the still of your hand.”
“The harder the rain, the sweeter the sun.”
“I’ll be your man if you’ve got love to get done.”
“There will be darkness again.”
“Your secret is safe with me.”
“I shouldn’t hope to know, but here I stand.”
“It’s gin o’clock.”
“I think about you everywhere I go.”
“I’ve had no love like your love.”
“I’d be appalled if I ever saw you try to be a saint.”
“I wouldn’t fall for someone I thought couldn’t misbehave.”
“Why should we deny the truth?”
“We could have less to worry about.”
“I won’t lie to you.”
“Remember when you’d sing, just for the fuck of it?”
“The look of it was as sweet as the sound.”
“You put your emptiness to melody.”
“My heart is screaming.”
“Whatever here is left of me is yours.”
“Your love was unmoved.”
“Make your good love known to me, or just tell me about your day.”
“The nights were as dark as my baby, and half as beautiful too.”
“I couldn’t utter my love when it counted.”
“I couldn’t whisper when you needed it, and I shouted.”
“Remember me, when I’m reborn as the shrike to your sharp and glorious thorn.”
“All of my goodness is going with you now.”
“I’m flying like a bird to you now.”
“I was housed by your warmth.”
“I was transformed by your grounded and giving.”
“I’d be the choiceless hope in grief.”
“Imagine being loved by me.”
“I’ve got in my mind now, all the things I would do.”
“I’ll try to talk refined for fear that you find out how I’m imagining you.”
“I’d be the last shred of truth in the myth of true love.”
“Be as you’ve always been.”
“Be the love that discovered the sin that freed the first man.”
“Be love in its disrepute.”
“I’d suffer hell if you’d tell me what you’d do to me tonight.”
“This is the kind of love I’ve been dreaming of.”
“Let there be hotel complaints and grievances raised.”
“Let there be damage ensues and tabloid news.”
“You’re good to me, baby.”
“With the roar of the fire, my heart rose to its feet.”
“It settles soft and as pure as snow.”
“I feel in love with the fire long ago.”
“With each love I cut loose, I was never the same.”
“Your love is sunlight.”
“The tale is the same, told before and told again.”
“All that was shown to me was something foreknown to me.”
“Each day you rise to me, know that I would gladly be the Icarus to your certainty.”
“All the fear and fire of the end of the world happens each time a boy falls in love with a girl.”
“Wasteland, baby, I’m in love with you.”
“Be still, my undelible friend, you are unbreaking.”
“I love, too, a love that soon might end.”
“It’s the start of all things that are left to do.”
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heartthrummed · 2 years
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@nulltune​ asked: she is silently sitting next to the eastern wizard. slowly inching closer only to— lightly bump her shoulder to velia's! it's abrupt and shortlived, hakuno quick to return to a perfect posture afterwards as if nothing happened. that was... an odd attempt at a show of affection, maybe? ...her ears are flushed a light pink... /IMSORRYSHESSOAWKWARDSGHFDH
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silence is... well, it’s not easy, but it’s something that you’ve grown used to. even living in the city of rain, silence tends to follow you in your solitude, no longer broken by the friends you were able to surround yourself with thousands of years ago. it’s uncomfortable, to a degree, but not enough that you can’t shrug it off. things are better this way― surrounding yourself with others in the east is only inviting trouble, should humans discover once more that you are a wizard.
and yet you find yourself ( in increasing frequency, too ) in the company of another, and though this time you’ve both fallen silent, somehow it truly is comfortable. you aren’t sure why, either― hakuno’s presence simply has that lulling, easy nature to simply be around. it almost reminds you of those old friends, of times before you had to be sealed away, and yet it’s pleasantly different too. you hesitate to say it’s better, but it― and hakuno herself― are equally as valuable to you as they were.
the thought is startled from your mind, though, when you suddenly feel a bump against your shoulder. it’s gone as quick as it came, and a glance to your side reveals that hakuno seemingly hasn’t moved at all. but it’s not as if anyone else is around to have done it, and you’re certain it was no passing critter or creature that could have been in the area. ah, and the way her ears flush― which admittedly takes you a few moments to notice― betrays the truth. how cute. fortunately for her ( and as a surprise to yourself ), you don’t mind the bit of... affection? you’re fairly certain that’s what that was. a strange show of it, but then again, you come from the east, surrounded by odd and subtle ways of affection. perhaps you shouldn’t be surprised.
still, you’ve always been a bit more direct in both your actions and your words. and since it’s just the two of you here, you see no reason you can’t be a little bit outright in the way that you return it.
in an admittedly stiff movement, you shuffle yourself closer to hakuno’s side, shoulder to shoulder and hand even brushing against hers for a moment. a brief moment of hesitation follows, and even then the follow-up is slow ( giving her the time to reject the motion, if she so wishes )― but your head gingerly comes to rest against her shoulder, and somehow this is the most comfortable you can ever remember feeling in the nearly one hundred years since you’ve reawakened.
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❝...is this alright?❞ if it’s too much, you’ll stop immediately, of course. it’s a significant breach of personal space, after all, and perhaps you should have asked first.
but is it wrong to hope to stay like this, just for a little bit?
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heartthrummed · 2 years
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“don’t” starters
❝ don’t do it. ❞
❝ don’t do this. ❞
❝ don’t look. ❞
❝ don’t cry. ❞
❝ don’t laugh. ❞
❝ don’t leave. please. ❞
❝ don’t be like that. ❞
❝ don’t bother. ❞
❝ don’t eat that. ❞
❝ don’t risk it. ❞
❝ don’t look at me. ❞
❝ don’t give up your day job. ❞
❝ don’t tell me what to do. ❞
❝ don’t even think about it. ❞
❝ don’t think too hard about it. ❞
❝ don’t you want me? ❞
❝ don’t give me that shit. ❞
❝ don’t procrastinate. ❞
❝ don’t worry about it! ❞
❝ don’t knock it until you’ve tried it! ❞
❝ don’t be so hard on yourself. ❞
❝ don’t jump to conclusions here. ❞
❝ don’t play the victim. ❞
❝ don’t just sit there! do something! ❞
❝ don’t hesitate to ask if you need anything. ❞
❝ don’t make me tell you again. ❞
❝ don’t hold your breath. ❞
❝ don’t be a menace. ❞
❝ don’t let them get to you. ❞
❝ don’t stoop to their level. ❞
❝ don’t get your hopes up. ❞
❝ don’t like it? leave.  ❞
❝ don’t hold back. let it out. ❞
❝ don’t mention it! ❞
❝ don’t fuck with me. ❞
❝ don’t you know how much i care about you? ❞
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heartthrummed · 2 years
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first  kiss. -faust and nero :wwww:
Nero ran a hand through his hair, pacing back and forth while occasionally checking the time on his phone. The basket of lunches he painstakingly prepared sat beside his legs. There was 5 minutes left until Faust would arrive in front of the park for their date. Did Faust get caught up with something? Or maybe he changed his mind and didn't want to go out with Nero. The chef sighed softly and leaned against the railing. Maybe it was a bad idea to try dating again.
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It had been years since he had fallen for someone since his ex-boyfriend, but recently he became quite enamored of the librarian at his local library. Faust seemed to be a closed-off person, so it was a surprise to Nero that the librarian even agreed to go out on a picnic with him at all. However, seeing as the other man would not arrive in time, it made Nero quite anxious that he was taking a step too far in their relationship.
As he was lost in thoughts, Nero nearly jumped when his phone gave out a loud ping of a notification. Surprise turned into fondness upon seeing the little cat that was Faust's icon. The message sent from the librarian was informing Nero that he was caught up with work and would be a little late. The chef sighed in relief and gently tapped his forehead.
"Geez, I need to be more chill about this." He didn't have to wait any long as Faust came rushing to him within ten minutes. Seeing the other man tried to keep cool about his untimely arrival and yet had a faint blush on his flustered face, Nero couldn't help but chuckle softly, all the anxiety he had earlier floating away like bubbles. He picked up the basket from the ground and grinned cheekily at the librarian.
"It's fine. You must be hungry after all that runnin' then. Let's go over there and set up." He teased Faust lightly, only met with a small huff that made Nero's grin wider. How cute. He guided his companion to the spot he reserved at the park. It was a grassy patch that was carefully tucked away between the lofty trees that overlooked a playground that was nearby, but not close enough where children would disturb them.
After setting up the picnic blanket, Nero proudly presented an array of assorted bentos he worked on since last night. While he wasn't usually one for design, the chef thought he did a pretty good job to make it visually appealing and that was validated by the bright look in the librarian's eyes. It gives Nero no greater joy to have the person he adored dearly enjoy the food he made. He hadn't felt that feeling in a long time since Bradley, but that was a closed book shelved away. Faust caught his tender gaze while eating and gave him a curious look which made Nero immediately cough out of embarrassment, and quickly helped himself to his own food.
Once they had finished lunch, Nero pulled out a bottle of Sorbello Strawberry Moscato. It wasn't the expensive kind of wine, but it was still sweet and light which was perfect for a picnic date. Nero sipped the wine from his paper cup, relishing the delightful taste and his partner seemed to share the sentiment, asking for another cup. They continued drinking while making small talk and gazing around the scenery around them.
In the rare moments when the City of Rain wasn't raining, the spring weather was incredibly beautiful. Nero had been worried that the rain would not stop by the appointed date, but was relieved that today's forecast of sunny, clear day was accurate. In fact, everything from the trees to the blades of grass and even the nearby playground, was glistening as the sun shone off droplets from last night's shower. It was a mundane scenery seen every day, but today Nero thought it was breathtaking. Faust must have shared the same sentiment too, because he felt a warmth grasp his hand resting on the blanket.
Even though his partner's face was slightly turned away from embarrassment, Nero can't help but feel endeared by him. Perhaps it's the wine making him tipsy that gives the serotonin and confidence to do this, but the chef set down his cup to gently grasp Faust to gaze at him. Nero smiled widely at him before closing the gap between their faces to press a soft kiss against his mouth. The kiss felt warm like this spring day and Nero could taste the sweet wine they just drank together. It's intoxicating and he wants to kiss Faust much longer but they need to breathe.
Pulling away, Nero gave out a small breath and scratched his cheek sheepishly. The tipsy feeling went away and suddenly he felt shy.
"Haha, guess the wine made me get carried away a bit." He chuckled nervously. However, he still noticed that the librarian still kept his hand atop of Nero's, as if it was reassuring him. His eyes turned soft and he laughed out softly.
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"I guess I won't beat around the bush. I like you a lot, Faust. So if you'll have me... let's have another date again soon. Dinner's on me since I'll be cooking. I'll reserve a table in my home for the two of us. ♪"
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heartthrummed · 2 years
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I really hate to e-beg like this,  but at the risk of losing our only means of transportation with a sickly elder in need of medication within the home and groceries running low,  if anyone would be willing to help us get the $325 needed for an unexpected car payment this month,  I would deeply appreciate it.  I will provide proof that the funds are going to said payment as soon as I possibly can.  legitimately anything will be of great help and if you need or want anything back as payment I will gladly discuss that with you too.
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heartthrummed · 2 years
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more random dialogue prompts ,
“why do you have that look on your face?”
“finish what you’re doing, we have to talk.”
“what have you done to yourself?”
“did you do something different with your hair?”
“it doesn’t do any good to get worked up.”
“when was the last time we had a real conversation.”
“are you in the witness protection program, or what?”
“there’s something wrong with me.”
“no, i don’t hate you.”
“hey stupid.”
“we’re aren’t them.”
“looks like i’ll live long enough to make you pay.”
“you know you’re wrong.”
“i don’t understand, why are you doing this?”
“now, before i say anything, promise me you’ll stay calm.”
“what makes me so special?”
“you have no idea what i’ve been through.”
“you really don’t have to do that, not for me.”
“did you really think you’d get a second chance?”
"how about we don’t do that.”
“i have a lot going for me, but humility is not one of them.”
“you’re the worst.”
“i don’t need you right now.”
“don’t just stand there, looking at me.”
“i thought you were supposed to call me.”
“take my hand.”
“i need you.”
“you’re allowed to need help sometimes.”
“for someone who doesn’t like to feel things, you sure feel a lot of it out loud.”
“when this is all over, i want it to be you and me.”
“why won’t you tell me what happened?”
“you don’t know what this means to me.
“i know it doesn’t make sense.”
“i’m trying really hard to keep it together.”
“i know you’re new, but we do things a little differently here.”
“your voice is putting me to sleep.”
“did you find what you were looking for?”
"you knew and you didn’t even warn me?”
“well, i guess that’s broken.”
“i thought it was part of the act.”
“you think u don’t know you’re only here because they sent you?”
“you promised to call me if you didn’t know what to wear.”
“you can keep a secret, can’t you?”
“how could you do this to me?”
“put the gun down, dearest. i have news!”
“i know you don’t have any reason to trust me, but you need to know something.”
“if you’re here to tell me what happened last night, someone beat you to it.”
“people think i’m weird.”
“i think i’m losing myself again.”
“you can’t be here.”
“i wish you’d come to the funeral.”
“do you know what today is?”
“so, you broke my favourite mug… and you’re breaking up with me?”
“i need to get out.”
“it’s like i’m cursed or something.”
“you are remarkably well-behaved tonight, what have you been up to?”
“you gonna eat that?”
“sir, the pony rides are for children only.”
“i don’t want you to worry about that anymore.”
“we’ll never make it in time.”
“you’d be late for your own funeral.”
“you should have seen it coming.”
“oh, good, you’re here! hold this.”
“why can’t you just be happy for me?”
“on a scale of one to ten, how do you feel about nachos right now?”
“is this how you flirt with everyone?”
“how much longer till we’re there?”
“what have you done?”
“it’s time for you to repay that debt you owe me.”
“where did you get that? who gave it to you?”
“what kind of mother has thoughts like that?”
“i know I haven’t been what you needed, but i’m here, and i wanna help.”
“i never want to hear you say that again.”
“you’re all i have.”
“i know it’s not perfect, but i did follow the recipe this time.”
“i was doing so well until you showed up.”
“don’t eat that! i made it ‘specially for our guest.”
“it’s not that i don’t like my life, it’s that i don’t have the energy to enjoy it.”
“how can you stand this place?”
“don’t take this the wrong way, but you don’t exactly blend in.”
“you need to stop.”
“i don’t like that look, what happened?”
“is that seriously your password?”
“what’s your problem?”
“you had no right to use it without asking.”
“oh, wow, you weren’t kidding.”
“i couldn’t trust my own parents to protect me.”
“i’m surprised you haven’t been arrested yet. wait, no, i’m not.”
“why do you want to help me?”
“ten bucks for that piece of crap?”
“we have to hurry, they’re coming!”
“hey, look what came in the mail!”
“do you want to get a drink or something?”
“please tell me you didn’t eat that.”
“the worst part is you didn’t even notice.”
“if i wanted help, i would have asked.”
“wanna tell me what’s going on with your grades?”
“you need to leave.”
“talk to me, okay? i need to know what’s going on.”
“i do blame you.”
“sometimes life deals you a bad hand, but you can still play your cards right and win.”
“you’re no longer useful to me.”
“i’m not good with sarcasm: if you don’t like me, just say it.”
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heartthrummed · 2 years
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KURMEMINI:  Yeah. It was just a nagging feeling. Happy dreams, warm dreams, kind dreams — none of them really suited me.
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@oceansunk​ asked:  [ WAIT ] + REVERSE:   realizing figaro is about to leave the room, faust hastily reaches out and catches their wrist, preventing them from continuing their departure.  :)
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there was a point, although it was so long ago now, that the concept of longevity unnerved you. to live for god knows how long while your family and friends passed on quickly around you with their more human lifespans... it was only natural to find it frightening. but, you have long since accepted it as just another rule of life, and with how little you have to do with humans these days, it hardly bothers you anymore.
more recently, though, the opposite has come to haunt you: a terrible feeling of not having enough time. it seizes you― to varying degrees― each time your eyes land on figaro, but becomes so heavy every time you watch him leave, wondering if this is the last time you’ll get to say goodbye ( which you hate to do in the first place ). and every time, a plea hangs on the tip of your tongue. stay, stay, stay. just this once. just for a little while. but every time, you hold your tongue for fear it will fall on deaf ears― or worse, that he’ll brush it off one way or another.   
you aren’t sure what’s different this time, though. it’s no different than any other― actually, it’s even better than usual, considering your time spent together was, for once, bare of your usual bickering and jabs from your side. not that any should have been present anyway when he was here to aid in repairing your wards for your dream projections ( which didn’t actually require his help, but you both know that’s just your cover-up excuse to have him there anyway ), but still. it had been pleasant this time around. none of that fear and anxiety and distant wondering what if this is the last time we have this had taken hold at any point― at least, not until you had fallen into sitting at the edge of your bed with a sigh of relief, only to snap your eyes open at the sound of the doorknob turning. 
figaro hasn’t left yet, hasn’t even actually pulled the door open, but when he opens his mouth to speak, you expect to be hit with a goodbye. or at least the start of one. but it’s too soon for that― even putting your fears of watching him leave aside, why can’t a nice evening be allowed to continue? had you given the impression that you wanted him to leave, rather than your selfish desire for him to stick around? maybe the true intent of asking for his help with your wards had been lost on him after all. or is he just pretending not to know why? it’s always so hard to tell with him...
regardless, before he can go on, your fingers curl around his wrist, tightly held there for a beat or two before you catch yourself and ease it up. you don’t let go, though, even when your gaze averts away from his. 
❝...you don’t have to leave so soon. if you just rush on out of here the minute the job is done, i’ll start to think you don’t want to stick around after all.❞ which you know isn’t true when he’s gone and damn near promised not to abandon you again, but you’re just as bad at being honest about what you really want. it takes a few more beats of silence for you to even continue, and when you do, you still find it hard to meet his eyes.
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❝...you’re a welcome guest here, at this point. don’t act like you have to leave. you could just... stay and have a drink. or tea. or... just stay. just a little longer...?❞
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