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In the name of 𝐇͟𝐄͟𝐑 Majesty, the Tsaritsa, we will seize authority from the ̵𝗴̵𝗼̵𝗱̵𝘀̵. Such is the gift from the Tsaritsa, such is 𝐇͟𝐄͟𝐑 Majesty's benevolence.
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Now you rest in this coffin, encased in layer upon layer of ice but, 𝗥𝗼𝘀𝗮𝗹𝘆𝗻𝗲, I promise you ..͟. your final resting place will be the entirety of the “ 𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃. ”
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🎂 Pallas’s cat #Timofey, the fluffy mascot of @moscowzoo, turns 6️⃣ today!
Now #Timosha is truly in his prime.
🥳 Wishing him a splendid summer & all the tasty quails his feline heart desires.
@ichorisen ( A prince and her royal mage. Always destined to be remembered as their world’s Romeo and Juliet. How touching. ) Do not lie. There is no world where you and I exist without being enemies.
Catching Dainsleif by the arm and pulling him in close, even if the twilight sword’s blade was drawn and positioned underneath beard. Always so beautiful even when angry.
I deal with children in my own way ; pretending they are not there. It is why I am not a father, I knew my strengths and weaknesses even before reaching adulthood. Simple, is it not? To know who you are before anyone else can label you.
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ᅠ it is not an offense. more like a mid term. i simply do not recall seeing you dealing with children, implying that you are bad or good with them wouldn't be a honest statement of mine. see ?
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It seems that is all you do—— talk down on your harbinger colleagues. I would hate to hear what you say about me when I am not here.
Ah, nonetheless, let us continue on our conversation. I have missed these moments with you, Sandrone.
well, OBVIOUSLY, she’d have done something regarding the circumstances during that time. dumb or not, she was still technically a harbinger.
i’m aware she’s smart enough to fend for herself — as for anything else....
hmph. forget it. talking about her is a waste of my time.
The stench of death and betrayal lingers on the shorter man’s cloak, hanging over the two like weeping willow branches. Eftirvit says nothing, like always, but lifts him with ease. Hand lingering too long over waist. His desires disgust him.
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⠀⠀⠀⠀ perhaps one of the last few people he'd expected, but fatigue and rot have etched themselves so deeply into the marrow of his bones that the boughkeeper's weight leans into the larger man. just for a moment. then he will pick himself back up and soldier on.
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