if you asked me, i’d fall into hell with you. i’d go anywhere. i could do anything. anything! but i can’t stand it if you’re not here. don’t imagine i could be happy without you. don’t run away. don’t run from me. please… i beg you… please don’t leave me alone.
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Tenseness looms in
the air like a dense fog
; *𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 had really irked
her.
“ You know ∿ . . .
autographs mean a lot
𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 when the person
behind the signature is
actually *𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥. — Right,
Veneer ? “
His name is v͟e͟n͟o͟m on
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( it would be an understatement
at best to say veneer was upset
over the application of such
permanent writing ! if steam
could exit his ears it would )
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risk. This pedestal was
a glorified *𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒏.
“ ( 𝒈𝒂𝒔𝒑 ) Oh my god, I
didn’t even realize they
fell ! — You’re literally a
l͟i͟f͟e saver. Thank you ! “
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The absence of luxury
shades had been
swamped with
covetous hands and
flashing lights, security
lulling the star to safety
as insatiable desires
turned *𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐬. It
was better to be loved
than not at all … r͟igh͟t ?
( !! ) Somber ideations
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in the midst of a hoard of fans, Veneer noticed that @SEDUSlNG had dropped her sunglasses. he plucked them from the ground before a fan could get to them, then gently tapped her on the shoulder.
“honey, careful! these are […]
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dissipate beneath a tap
like the genuine alarm
sheathing porcelain.
Cupid was a c͟h͟a͟r͟a͟c͟t͟e͟r,
a manifestation of
romance — free of flaws
and scrapes of reality.
To be human was to be
𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 ; a crack in the
mirage she just couldn’t
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They were an odd pair,
fortuitous given his lack
of morals. — But *𝐡𝐞
showed up for her when
Jules refused to listen.
“ I missed you m͟o͟r͟e ! —
Did anything *𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈
happen while I was gone ? “
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a gentle squeeze is given to her. that embrace has more affectionate in it than he’s ever given Jules for his entire life, but whatever!
“cupid, my love! you look amazing, girl! i’ve missed you so much!”
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Wow. Guess she’s pretty
talented at trying to ‘ 𝒈𝒆𝒕
𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 ‘ them, huh ? —
Her so called ‘ deceit ‘ as
everlasting as the ink
sheathing his hand. (
… And just like that ink,
the presence she had in
his life would eventually
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( ! ) She can’t help but
*𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 in his evident
d͟i͟s͟m͟ay like a kiss from
the sun, repressing the
𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒓𝒌 that threatened
to stretch across plush
ivory.
“ Hm, why the face ? —
Did you want a heart
𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝 ? “
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it’s . . . ( permanent * ) ? ? ?
hues turn combative as he
yanks his hand away to
stare at the pink lettering on
the back of his hand . a pouty
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“ It’d be 𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞 to sign
autographs with
something that could
just … *𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒉 off. “
After all, the ink had to
withstand sweltering
crowds — or at least,
long enough to snap a
pic or two. Ebony brims
curl into a false pout.
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I can’t flirt but I can piss you off. It’s the same thing. Both will get your attention. Both will make your cheeks turn a pretty shade of red. Both will have you eyeing my lips.
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Yeah, for all the *𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠
reasons.
A swirl of spite lingers in
the abyss, nauseating
with its familiarity. Cupid
assumed she was over
this — over 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎. And yet,
like a peppermint’s bite,
the h͟o͟a͟x before her *still
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Pink irises size the diva
up, feigning v͟i͟r͟t͟u͟e and
obliviousness beneath
that complacent smirk.
“ 𝑶𝒐𝒑𝒔 ∿ ! You *𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝
in with the rest of them.
⠀ ⠀⠀⠀… Sorry, Velvet. “
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