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crimsons frantically darted
around the room for
confirmation——soon settling
on the devil as breaths
evened.
`` —it was so real .̲.̲.̲
he-- gods , look at me-
a 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬 .̲.̲.̲ ``
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“ Not on my watch. He would be foolish
to appear while I am actively part of your life. ”
He uses one hand to hold his
face, ensuring direct eye contact.
“ That chapter is closed for you. ”
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« refreshing luxury.
as the warmth of blankets
encapsulated him , he stirred
gentle. a small trill following
a languid stretch of limbs.
crimson eyes barely peeked
open.
`` 𝓂𝓂 , thank you .̲.̲.̲ ``
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𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑜𝑛 was a creature of
habit——finding his way into
the tent of those whom he
trusted. a fear of the 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤
was laughable as a spawn.
but bad things happened
in the dark- with his new
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@DEVORARISMS
light pools in from the tent confines, the brightness leaking warmth over ash-gray, leaving a deep purple hue. only a stray blanket covered over his lap, legs sprawled out lazily.
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« companions , he recently
found comfort in the confines
of a tent. being able to walk
amongst the warmth of the
sun , and blood aplenty ,
the spawn could 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭. a
small sense of normalcy
was a »
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