ㅤㅤㅤ| I'm Trying, I Promise |
ㅤ | Now a Stained, Grey Sheep |
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︵‿₊୨ Elmira Lilya Rozanova ୧₊‿︵
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ㅤ⠀⠀⠀˛ my only desire in this world is to love and 𝑏𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑑 . ՙ
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ㅤThought Impossible for Ilya to see her, Elmira nods, a hum of confirmation followed right after.
Drawing another breath she realizes that it would perhaps be bettter to reply tham to just assume Ilya would understand her answer.
ㅤ "Yes. .yes.
Please, Uncle."
Suddenly
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It took Ilya a moment to truly understand the implication behind Ellie's words. But when it did, his heart felt like fractured glass. Her journals being discovered, her privacy invaded, the abuse that was now just only beginning...
how to deal with girls like you first thing in three days. We're going to tour it."
ㅤ Looking Elmira up and down, she sneers. "Clean yourself up. You look like a mess."
Shaking hands retrieve the phone again, pressing it against her cheek Ellie speaks again.
"Uncle. ."
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@MESSYSKING mm. .cолнышко, baby
[ deeper and lower her trail goes, a wetter kiss left in between his pecks as she trails down the line of his torso, hands moving from beside his body to move down after her; starting at his shoulders ]
my good boy. .
@MESSYSKING [ a pleased hum, continuing to travel with her lips; over his other shoulder, over his adam's apple before traveling to his collarbones ]
hmh. .perfection
@MESSYSKING you tell me if kisses get too much. .or if nickname too much
you are the prettiest man; pretty men deserve to relax [ slow kisses over his shoulders, over his jaw ]
It hurts."
ㅤㅤ Finally, Elmira's voice cracks again, and as if she had been made to 12 years old again watching a childrens movie with Ilya, she says.
"I'm scared, Uncle. . ."
ㅤㅤ Even hearing Ilya was enough for her to try and calm herself down though not as successful; they would be here all night.
Instead of it, she'd keep going, almost like a damm of emotions had been broken too heavily for it to be shut again.
Stuttering Russian would
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The phone rang once. It rang twice. At the third ring, Ilya let out a groan, tossing onto his side, scrambling blindly at the nightstand, his eyes still closed.
𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵?
bad daughter."
The sob builds up and goes past her oips, she can't really explain everything, it blends together so well. Andrei's words especially; they'll stick, but in this state all she knows is that she is scared.
ㅤㅤ Careful fingers touch her cheek.
"He hit me. .
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