࣪𓏲ּ ♔ ┊❛ I am a 𝓭𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒓, like my mother, my father, and you. The Greens reach to usurp our 𝓺𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧’𝐬 throne and they must be answered with 𝓯𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝓫𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝. ❜┊. ࣪ ˖
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ my hand was the one
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ all throughout
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑮𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑻 𝑾𝑨𝑹 ﹗
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ༶ @kostobaperzys ༶
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» A wry, breathless chuckle ghosts past her lips, brittle as autumn leaves crushed beneath a boot. She shakes her head, resting her forehead against his, allowing herself the briefest moment of reprieve in the sanctuary of his warmth.
“ . . . Jace? “
⠀⠀⠀“ 𝑱𝑨𝑪𝑬— “ His name escapes her lips in a breathless sigh, spilling across the restless sea, more fragile than the hush of wind through forgotten ruins. Her hands weave themselves into the fabric of his tunic, anchoring her to the solidity of him. “ I am not sick. “ »
» smoothing instead over the fabric, a touch no longer laced with fear, but acceptance.
“ . . . I wanted to be certain before I told you ,” she admits, voice dipped in quiet reverence, “ I did not wish to speak of it before I knew it must be true. “ »
⠀⠀⠀𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐒 and writhes like a tethered dragon, warring against the undeniable fragility coursing through her limbs. Her gaze drifts to Moondancer, her ever-faithful companion, standing a short distance away with a stillness so rare, »
» before it could take shape. A knot of fear and hope twisted in her chest, pulling tighter with each passing second. She dared not speak the truth aloud, dared not give form to the possibility that lingered on the edge of her thoughts. »