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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀❛⠀Could you ask the kitchen to make my chocolate pudding? Can we have dinner together after I shower? ❜
Rubbing her eyes to clear away the tears, someday she would lose all of this. The luxury and the comfort and the peace of mind, but right now
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shaking his head in an instant to banish that idea or any other intention, arms hugging her tight— attempting to soothe her and make her forget about it; the sobs broke through and he already designed a plan to search for the culprit.
“don’t touch it. don’t even think about
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⠀⠀⠀almost immediately she stared to sob again, the situation was so scary and so confusing and it made her feel so vulnerable and defenseless.
⠀⠀⠀⠀❛❛⠀I touched it and it was squishy! ❜
⠀⠀⠀she complains, hiding her face on his shoulder, allowing herself to
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his gaze softened for the shortest of moments, sensing the horrible fear that blossomed inside her; some person beyond these sacred walls attempted to take an unfunny troll on her— he wouldn’t abide it. under no circumstance.
he shifted in his position, simultaneously
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⠀⠀⠀⠀❛❛⠀is someone out there... trying to hurt me? ❜
⠀⠀⠀the idea sounded ridiculous but she was pretty sure that was what her grandpa was trying to tell her, and she couldn't imagine him choosing to pointlessly scare her or upset her. he was her protector, her
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fingers raised to brush her cheek, a gentle gesture of consolation, other hand holding hers, lightly squeezing; threats were nothing new. he’d been attacked, assaulted and beaten before— he would take care of whoever thought it’d be a great idea to send his sweet granddaughter
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sense. Everybody likes you, everybody likes us...
I've been arguing with my friends at school, but - who would do that? ❜
Sighing, resting her head on his shoulder. He was a saint as far as she was concerned.
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Sat with him, still shaking, looked down as her grandfather tried to talk to her and found herself thinking she really liked the skirt she had on and regretted freaking out and getting it ruined with stains.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀❛⠀... that makes no
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the brutality of the world would break her— shielding her from the painful truth brought consequences; sooner or later, his true colors would reveal themselves although the care and love toward her intended to be completely truthful.
leading her over to the couch in
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀❛⠀¡Oh, @BREADB0YX! ¡Realmente eres tú! ❜
De todas las niñitas del Capitolio, esta era posiblemente la mas peligrosa: la nieta de Snow era dulce e ingenua y algo tonta... pero seguía siendo la nieta de Coriolanus Snow.
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀❛⠀Oh! It's really you, @SEVEREDBURN! You really came! ❜
If Snow's granddaughter wanted something, she got it. No exceptions. So, if she wants to have the Victor at her party...
someone send me this? The card had your handwriting I swear. ❜
She's about to start sobbing again. Never before in her life had she experienced anything remotely close to this.
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Hiding her face by pressing it against his chest as they carried the box out of the room, leaving a perfect bloody handprint of her small hand on top of his heart. Only letting go when the dress was out of sight. She didn't thought of Coriolanus as an
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he consoled her in his arms when her words rang in his ears— a spy on the inside ? someone amongst his own people aiming for him by scaring her to death: primitive and disgusting to slice open a rat and spill its guts over a dress. whoever tried to disturb her peace would pay.
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evil murderous dictator, she was too sheltered from reality to know what was truly going on outside of her perfect little life. So she simply couldn't wrap her head around someone wanting to scare her and her family.
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀❛⠀They did scare me! Why would
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