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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀in his hands lay 3 dog tags , desperately he clutches . . a cancer inside , haunting .
. . . a soft sigh , hugging himself tight .
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⠀⠀⠀ softly exhaling ,, laying down on the broken and battered couch . . eous in his arms . perhaps this time he could have that break he needed . ( . . . 💤 )
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rips from his lips . . some would call it slightly pathetic from the champion . )
could be , it's not everyday you get awarded such a title . you were joking when you said it —— but . . let me hear it , sweetheart .
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( a smirk replaces a sincere smile , perhaps a tad cocky . )
what? this? ( he laughs , accidentally snorting . ) no , just an extra room next to the burning wood we call a fireplace .
( surprised , a sound he's never made —
( blinking- surprised expression quickly changing into a more smitten one . )
is this one of your sanctioned getaways ? i'm sure they'll just assume you're taking care of something .
( leaning in , nipping his ear with a grin . )
i called you that as a joke because of -
i am judge, jury, and executioner. i am the weapon that hands out the sentence. i am the last thing you’ll ever see, but i didn’t want to be a fighter. i just wanted to be free.