Theodore Nott

Theodore Nott #HPRP #NSFWRP #MVRP #21 🚫No Drama Please🚫 FC- Lorenzo Zurzolo

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🐍Theodore Nott🐍

📗3Yrs RP exp. 21+/MDNI
🪄Detailed Writer
🎩Looking for creative SL & Mains
✒️ Bi sexual portrayal
💫 #HPRP #MVRP #NSFWRP

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@aHexInHeels Never my darling.

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@aHexInHeels

Miss me?

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@lux_ember

[♡ @loversphotos]

the art of loving

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@BenevolentLiarr “The interesting ones fail.”

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@BenevolentLiarr remained close to hers beneath the table, heat and tension lingering in the narrow space between them.

“You know,” he continued softly, eyes dark beneath the low red lighting, “most people spend their lives trying very hard not to want things they shouldn’t.”

He paused.

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@aHexInHeels

[𝐿𝓊𝓍 𝐸𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇 𝑀𝒶𝓁𝒻𝑜𝓎 @lux_ember]

#OpenStarter — Beginning of 7th Year

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@lux_ember hand again, as though it were the most natural thing in the world. “Before the chef decides I’ve wasted his efforts.”

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𝑭𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝑻𝒆𝒂

The establishment was offensively tasteful.

Soft cream walls. White china so thin it bordered on impractical. A small arrangement of pale winter roses at the center of each table, trimmed within an inch of their lives so as not to offend the +

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@lux_ember promise, delivered in the only way Theo ever did, quietly, and with every intention of keeping it.

He glanced briefly toward the table, the soft glow of candlelight waiting, the faint sound of the record continuing its low, velvet rhythm.

“Come,” he said, offering his +

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@lux_ember within his own, guiding it upward with a care that bordered on reverence. His lips brushed across her knuckles—slow, the contact warm and lingering just a moment longer than propriety required.

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@lux_ember worried I was more tragic than I am —“ he shook his head slightly. “That I was lying to myself about how you might have felt…”

He bowed his head then—an old instinct, something refined into him long before he had the choice to question it.

He turned her hand gently +