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〝 taking care of my dearest wife is my highest priority. 〞
she chuckled softly, squeezing syl’varis’ hand a little tighter as she pushed the bedroom doors open.
〝 mm, not just yet. but i don’t mind spending this time with you in bed.
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"Aren't you a lovely little songbird?"
Syl'varis chuckled, hand reaching for Raum's own so they could walk to the bedroom together.
"Tired already or not yet?"
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with a little bard quietly following her, with fingers brushing against vampire's back.
〝 i've prepared your favorite tea, darling. and set up some rose candles... 〞
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dress up nicely, dance the entire night… 〞
raum hummed softly, a smile playing on her lips as she set the brush aside and leaned closer, her lips grazing the side of syl’varis’ neck.
〝 i'd love that. 〞
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〝 can't help but to admire you, my sweet... your hair is so soft... 〞
with a quiet sigh, she continued brushing through those raven waves, her touch delicate and unhurried.
〝 i was wondering… maybe we could attend an event in the city?
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"You're staring, hummingbird."
Syl noticed, looking to the Bard through the mirror ── brow perked, she teases her as per usual. Though her gaze lingers on the other shortly, she comes back to the book in her hands.
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〝 to the love, to the night... ~ 〞
the bard hummed softly; she stood behind @dilectusdiaboli, gently combing her fingers through the dark strands of her hair. blue eyes lingered on syl’varis’s reflection in the mirror, quietly admiring her beauty.
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there she was, seated by the dockside bridge, singing softly to herself — waiting, perhaps.
but the moment she spotted the familiar ship, and an even more familiar figure stepping off its deck,
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A ship docks at Baldur’s Gate port… it is familiar, for it has been here before.
〝 you know , for someone who claims to hate this shithole, we sure dock here a lot, captain.〞the goblin speaks, arms folding across his chest.
Captain Lucien makes his —
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fingers brushed across the lyre’s strings, drawing out a melody so sweet, so tender. her gentle hum followed the rhythm, echoing softly around her.
she had come back — and she carried countless stories waiting to be told...
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If you see me not following you, it's not because I soft blocked you ── it's because I moved back to my old account.
Follow me here, please. I want all of you here!!!
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seated at the heart of the gardens, the bard hummed a soft tune, her fingers gently combing through the hair of her beloved @dilectusdiaboli resting in her lap. her gaze lingered on her as she lay there, admiration blooming quietly as she took in every detail of her beauty.
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