i'm not a good person. ask anyone who loves me. i never write, i never call, i never think about anyone at all. no matter what i do, my exhaustion will consume me and i'm too tired for the truth.
it would be a lie to deny that the blond had not been moved by the leader's words and actions⠀;⠀it was like a murmur in the heart⠀,⠀a fleeting desire that floods even the deepest of the gambler's thoughts.
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caressing aventurine’s cheek with a tenderness that contrasted with the darkness of his confessed desires.
˝ are you satisfied now that you know what i want ? ˝ ⠀
finally he composes himselfᅠ,ᅠa pride falters within him along with the unmistakable feeling of loveᅠ,ᅠsomething that terrifies him and from which he has fled for a long time.
i feel so close to youᅠ,ᅠso tamed in my blood and taming yoursᅠ,ᅠso deep in the forestᅠ,ᅠso restful in restᅠ,ᅠthat one doesn’t really want to say anything but that up there through the trees the sky is visibleᅠ,ᅠthat’s all.
“ᅠyour wordsᅠ,ᅠas vague and extravagant as you usually areᅠ,ᅠmake me feel like an illiterate person sometimes.ᅠ”
admits between soft laughs that overflow with sarcasmᅠ,ᅠ&&;
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the delicacy of a shared touch. slowly, sunday tilted his head, his lips barely brushing the back of aventurine’s hands.
˝ do you like it ? maybe i can share some with you. ˝
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&&;ᅠviolet eyes focus on the halovian's gestures in an attempt to guess his intentionsᅠ,ᅠbut the leader himself did not allow himself to readᅠ,ᅠ&&;