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⠀⠀⠀' 𝘢𝘩. 𝘐'𝘮 𝘶𝘯𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳
⠀⠀⠀𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘴 . . . 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴, 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘺. '
⠀⠀⠀a grumbled admission, as he nods in
⠀⠀⠀thought, brow furrowed a bit, before he
⠀⠀⠀turns to the Bride.
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“ not just similarities, ”
the wine makes her sing. metaphorically, of course. that would be a nightmare for all. but it does warm the monster enough to talk.
“ in my homeland, it is your name. ”
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⠀⠀⠀ginger brow cocks, as he sips from his
⠀⠀⠀mug slowly -- before setting it aside,
⠀⠀⠀nearly empty from one sip.
⠀⠀⠀' . . Þó𝘳𝘳. 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘵. 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴. '
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⠀⠀⠀a slight snicker crosses the Thunder God's
⠀⠀⠀lips, as he tosses the mug over his shoulder,
⠀⠀⠀adjusting to be stood nearly chest-to-chest ..
⠀⠀⠀well, more stomach-to-chest with the
⠀⠀⠀Accursed.
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Encroaching upon sacrosanct figure’s immediate radius, the sovereign emitted a gaze of such overwhelming animosity it was irrefutably ill—fitted for his otherwise tranquil expression.
"Are you really a 𝗚𝗢𝗗—.ᐣ"
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