now walking around, always keeping the boat in view, matthias was looking for footprints or objects, anything that would show that this 𝗌𝖺𝗇𝖽 had history .
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still talking 𝐭𝐨𝐨 much . — he massaged his wrists before stepping off the boat to anchor, prayed that maybe she would get lost and not come back — didn't fear one of her words, +
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drüskelle 𝘦𝘨𝘰 would never . so the fjerdan started looking around, planning how to escape, if that place were an island, it would be more complicated — but not impossible . what was the reason for it all ? +
shoulder — let's not comment on my … 𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐭 — hadn't understood the irony, and the flirting, he was thinking he had screwed up everything — sorry …for having caught 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 a 𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐲 after all .
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it was definitely 𝐧𝐨𝐭 one of 𝗆𝗒 intentions . — Matthia's face was already all red, acknowledging that was horrifying for a fjerdan, how inconsiderate he was — quickly putting her down off his +
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( & ) ass.”
she was grinning, wild and unrestrained as she thought of the flustered look that might cross matthias face in a splash of red.
⠀⠀ “though, the view is rather charming.”
⠀ ― ⠀❝ 𝓛𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝓜𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐮𝐬 ❞
「 an independent portrayal of Neil Gamien's 𝕾𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖒𝖆𝖓 & King of Dreams & Nightmares. Crafted for #sandmanrp & the #grishaverse conjured by https://t.co/bwvuQ1wqsA 」
⠀ ( ♡ + ↻ )
even my mother's saints had abandoned me. suddenly, all over again, i understood what it meant to be alone, clutching the tattered remnants of the family i'd once had.