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( A lamb, finding its feet.
Nero says it will work out, and he has no choice but to believe it, because what else does he have left.แฃ ) Do I have time toโฆ .แฃ N.. ( Gaze drawn somewhere distant. ) ..No. Donโt worry, can we.. Can we just get this over with.แฃ
( His heart trembles beneath the weight of such tenderness. Itโs been years, and yet, no time has passed between them. Only, the wrinkle in Sylasโ brow has grown more prominent over the years. Pinching tight to suppress the anxiety. )
( The silence hangs, and the unease festers like rot.
Nero is no stranger to solitude, a snapping snarling beast. But here, between him and Sylas, for a moment it feels like his world expands, envelopes another.
Gentle, gentler than his calloused hands have ever ..
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( A cage of rotting memories and psychological torture just begging to be set free. )
โฆ ๐ขkay. ( Itโs not him saying it. Just another disjointed string of letters spilling from lips as Sylas finds the will to stand on those shaking legs of his. )
I mean uhhh I meant my two sided whatever maybe later situation humiliation makeout something delusion ship almost pretend bf lowkey no commitment no label no clarity fwb