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indie, lit. & desc. portrayal of
๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, from the
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ verse; โ
History teacher,
astral projector,
๐๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฌ๐๐.
His finger curled up on Parker's, tenderly caressing them as he gently pulled the other towards the bed - and towards him embrace.
"Come."
He invited, careful to not scare Parker away. But, still. . . He was eager for his company and couldn't hid it.
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๐๐๐๐๐๐ tied to an antique mirror found by the Warrens.
( not much is known about him, so i'll just improvise before I can watch conjuring: last rites. )
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"Maybe they don't grow mentally past thirteen."
Chuckling alongside him, Josh nodded in agreement with Ed's question.
"You are calm, patient. . . The best qualities for a teacher. Also, you're handsome. It helps catching attention."
Joshua laughed, admiring the demonologist.
"That's exactly how people act. All the time."
Ed smiled and let out a soft, throaty chuckle, waving a hand in the air.
"Really ? I remember giving lectures at schools as a cop. It was fun."
Being pulled towards him broke something inside Josh. He sobbed instantly, burying his face on Ed's chest; the man always felt like home to him.
Maybe that's why he was trying so hard to be away - Ed felt too precious for someone broken like he was. Josh didn't
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"Josh . . ."
Ed hushed softly, gently holding him by the wrist to pull the man for a tight hug. Broke his heart whenever he saw the man crying.
". . . you'll never be a trouble, not even if you try."
He whispered, caressing the back of his neck with a hand.
I know. I know it so, so much.
And they still won't listen. . . And will blame anything else but themselves when the worst happens.
By the way. . . You could be a very nice teacher.
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ใ I went into ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต place to
get our son back, ๏น something
๐๐๐๐ followed me .. ใ
๏น . Josh Lambert โฑ astral projector ;
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"Sometimes I feel like I am. . . Like a burden."
Joshua sighed, almost choking - he was trying very hard to stop his tears to fall.
"I love you. . . But I didn't wanted to be a trouble."