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always, of course ββ but specifically at the galas. i β speaking, bargaining, grows in difficulty with your distance. * stay, close. please.
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thereβs hardly room for another romantic in all of piltover, jayce ββ youβve stolen every possibility. ( and it wouldnβt be complete if she didnβt chase a fourth, trust her heart in his hands. ) you know i hate to leave you alone.
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( and heβd be right. the council hardly considers, only barrels through ideas with an agenda. ) really ? youβre sure β oh, baby, youβre ββ so sweet. ( please be sensitive to the uncharacteristic excitement. )
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oh, love ββ youβre too smart for your own good, sometimes. ( endearingly, of course. ) or perhaps iβve grown predictable. i only think β we could match ?
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β was it ββ red or gold tonight, @fiverunes ? perhaps both ? β please, excuse the sound of charms falling to the floor as she sorts through the little, ornamented box. at this rate, she might as well find him his * own.
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@fiverunes β donβt play shy, β and she marvels at their hands, pressed together / takes the opportunity to affix one charm to his smallest finger. β surely, you canβt be embarrassed around * me. for you, my dearest, are the prettiest of all. β
@fiverunes β but β you cannot call me a genius with your pretty self right here. β red hammers, with soft blue embellishments. itβll match his jewelry, she decides, and presses her lips where the pendant would hang. β youβll set me up for failure.β
@fiverunes against his lips, she sighs, body tight in anticipation, then soft and warm. β always for you, β she muses, catching the soft flesh at his neck in her own vengeful kiss legs squeezing flush against his form.
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materials in one hand, other hand smoothing the dusty pink silk of her night dress : stepping to seat herself atop his relaxed form, legs folded against either side of his hips.
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