@HAILMADG0D ⠀
sincere smile. This moment confirmed for him that he was lucky in many, many ways.
‘One's home isn't really a home, when there's no warmth. May I ask if you'll let me in?’
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@HAILMADG0D ⠀
‘It's there,’ Lust reassureed her. ‘It's within all of us, and it emerges when we feel most secure, perhaps when we're a little vulnerable as well.’
His fingers traced down to her chin, lifting it up so that he could meet her gaze. It made him smile a delicate and ⪼
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@TheGeanCanach ⠀
Lust's lips trailed along Cillian's neck in delicate pecks, soon finding their way to meet his. ‘You haven't interrupted anything,’ he muttered against his lips lovingly, ‘I need this as much as you do.’
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@0fRunicBullets ⠀
tired of the malice.
He usually craved peace and quiet. That was why he preferred spending time in his cottage, away from any mortal being.
He appreciated the hunter's craft. They could work together one day – a deal, perhaps.
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@TheGeanCanach ⠀
The Fae would feel two arms wrap around his waist from behind, pulling him to lean against someone familiar who planted a kiss on his neck.
‘Good evening, darling,’ his voice sounded as a breezy whisper in his ear.
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@HAILMADG0D ⠀
Lust caressed her cheek with his thumb, allowing her to rest her head there and take solace. She was gentle in her own way, like a lone dancing light in the vast darkness of this existence; and felt so, for he feared he might put her spark out.
‘What makes ⪼
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