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"I have told you. Take off your 3 AM thoughts outside the bedroom. Here, you're safe with me. And I am, with you."
She clung tightly—unashamedly—to her husband's figure like he was a life buoy. He never pushed her away.
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As Maverick's lips met her skin, Leia locked her legs with his; as one would do to an opponent on a close combat. But instead of an attack, she let her cheeks fell softly on his chest.
Leia yawned.
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@WINDOFSAILS “Shall I tell you a straightforward method to crack this mystery?”
“Right this way, Mr. Holmes,” she smiled cheekily before glazing her plump lips upon his.
@artworksbyMF ㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤ“I’ve heard that voice before.
ㅤㅤsaid Holmes, staring down the
ㅤㅤdimly lit street. “Now, I wonder
ㅤㅤwho
the deuce that could have
ㅤㅤbeen.”
Portraits of Leia Aberdeen alongside MJ Beischel as Miss Adler and Mr. Holmes for Halloween.
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A symphony of acrimony,
a passage of sorrow. Shrieks beneath the solemn murk.
O, 𝘎𝘰𝘥&𝘎𝘰𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘴,
𝘋𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘴&𝘈𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭𝘴, 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘴&𝘔𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘴,
Shall we chant it together?
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𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐄𝐌:
𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕻𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖔𝖒 𝕮𝖔𝖚𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖊
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I returned to the gathering with a lighter heart. At least, I didn’t feel eager to pour a bucket of fish on Sheena’s head anymore.
“Thank you. I will continue from here,” announced me. But I realized that Sheena didn’t mend my chains, she created it anew.
Gazing at his blue eyes affects me like drinking a cup of lavender tea; it calms my nerves, relieves headache, and eases menstrual discomfort.
It’s called love when a mere imaginary conversation with him can give you safety and comfort that you lack at the moment.