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𝘮𝘮𝘮 . . . mm ?
comes raising his 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭 crown, aureate brushing on wood, and bind. the lively vicinity had crawled into a slow ❪ 𝘩𝘶𝘮. ❫ : two hearts under 𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒕.
⅋⅋.
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ㅤㅤleaning over a slouched @aesulaire, gloved palm guiding a cupped murmur, spare hand clocking the edge of a book gently against golden locks. about time he wakes up, it's time to go home.
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his head ached in the way vintage often makes one yearn.
and so he was made to grasp, as if compelled. fingertips to the cover as palm was to the latter's hand.
a lazy smile etches itself within his features as drowsy 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐬 finally shone in sparse sunlight.
⅋⅋.
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𝐎𝐎𝐂.𓅔 ㅤi feel sick and a lil burnt out so i'm going to rest for a few BUT i have a lot of stuff planned and cooking yes
thanks for bearing with me :')
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